weddingnovel Chapter 124 This is what it means to have clear thoughts!
Chapter 124 This is what it means to have clear thoughts!
Chapter 124 This is what it means to have clear thoughts!
The riverside booths are by the window, but the windows don't have glass.
As night falls, fires are lit on the river, and the hot winds cool the air.
Ding Xianqi's hair was a bit long, and it danced from side to side in the river breeze.
Ding Xianqi held a cigarette in his right hand but didn't put it in his mouth. His eyelids were narrowed into slits as he seriously considered the analogy Guo Ziyuan had just made.
This way of thinking is actually a thinking habit that Ding Xianqi taught Guo Ziyuan in his previous life.
When an ordinary person faces difficulties, they must learn to think about and analyze extreme situations.
Being poor is your current situation, but why are you poor?
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Not working?
Not trying?
Or is it that the overall economic environment is bad, and this is the upper limit of your job?
Or is it that your ability is insufficient?
How can you break this deadlock?
Ding Xianqi asked, "So, you mean? The reason you wrote and thought about things that way was actually for the patient's benefit?"
Guo Ziyuan nodded seriously and asked in return, "Master, the study of medicine is inherently a process of constantly exposing cruelty and tearing away the truth."
"We can't say this to outsiders, but we ourselves must face all of this."
"In medicine, what technology's success isn't built on a foundation of lives lost?"
"Even amputation, which is considered one of the simplest orthopedic surgeries these days!"
Medicine deals directly with people.
If a disease can be cured, the patient will live; if it cannot be cured, the patient will die.
Before a cure was found, countless people died.
Even with conventional treatment methods, not every doctor can learn them in time.
The patient will not die because of the few pages written by Guo Ziyuan.
Ding Xianqi nodded slowly, and when he put the cigarette holder back into his mouth, there was only one puff left. After he finished smoking, he threw it on the ground.
I habitually step on it.
Ding Xianqi's eyelids flickered rapidly: "You'd better think that way."
Ding Xianqi then changed the subject: "When I was traveling to Yishi, Director Wu also called me!"
"He asked me to ask you if you still need anything."
Guo Ziyuan shook his head: "Master, the only predicament I feel right now is poverty, and there's no way to solve it."
Ding Xianqi: "Don't you have any other thoughts or requests?"
Guo Ziyuan smiled and said, "Master, my job is settled. I have certain research exemptions and I can also get a salary."
"It's already like this, what more could you want?"
Ding Xianqi didn't believe a single punctuation mark from Guo Ziyuan, his tone quite disdainful: "If that's really what you think, why are you so fixated on that young girl's thesis?"
"Now they're being hypocritical again."
Guo Ziyuan then said, "Alright, Master, I admit I just lied."
"I am indeed very poor right now, especially last month. I asked my family for another 3,000 yuan, but I almost spent it all in less than half a month."
"Actually, there is a way to resolve this situation."
Guo Ziyuan's mindset is that of the 36-year-old Guo Ziyuan from his previous life: "Go get scholarships, participate in skills competitions for young doctors, publish papers, and get some research awards."
"Or, when signing an employment contract, you can also apply for a talent introduction program at the hospital level, city level, or provincial level, which means you can actually make money."
"This will not harm the interests of others."
After Guo Ziyuan finished speaking, he sighed again: "Master, my own research ability is not good, so I can only rely on external help."
"This is what I think: even if I don't get the best, getting a mid-range or even the worst is still a legitimate income—"
"After I settle down with a job, there are more practical issues like cars, houses, and finding a wife."
"To buy a house in Seoul, you'll have to find a way."
Guo Ziyuan knew that housing prices in Han City would continue to rise. This was the trend across the entire country.
Of course, Guo Ziyuan wanted to make money so that he could save up some money to try some of the investments that were popular in his previous life, such as buying a few particularly famous stocks.
You can't just take ten or twenty thousand yuan to play this long-term game, can you?
Moreover, Guo Ziyuan only has four or five thousand yuan on him right now.
Even if Guo Ziyuan asked his family for money, sold the house and everything else, and then used that money to invest in the long term, it wouldn't make much sense.
Ding Xianqi tapped the table with his hand: "If you participate in the skills competition, you might have a chance to win prize money."
"But you want to get a scholarship, or apply for official talent recruitment?"
"Then you'll have to rely on yourself; the department can't help you."
Why would a hospital and department grant someone like you research exemptions?
"It's precisely because we're not good at it—this is a long-term investment. If you were both good at it and good at it—"
"This research exemption becomes meaningless."
"In that sense, I think it was a stupid thing for you to refuse the radiology department's invitation."
Ding Xianqi guessed that Guo Ziyuan's ability to directly alarm Professor Qu Yaomin of the Radiology Department must be because Guo Ziyuan's ability to interpret images was so incredible that even Professor Qu Yaomin found it unbelievable.
"It's alright, Master, we can't have it both ways."
"If you've tried your best and are on the right track, but still can't get what you want, then it's because you haven't had the right opportunity."
"There's no need to force it. Right now, I'm just focused on improving my skills as quickly as possible so I can start making money faster," Guo Ziyuan said with a smile.
Ding Xianqi glanced at Guo Ziyuan again: "Sometimes I suspect that there's an old monster hiding in your belly. You seem to have a very thorough understanding of the hospital's operating rules."
What Guo Ziyuan meant by starting to make money faster was actually that he should learn all the techniques of trauma surgery as soon as possible.
At that time, Guo Ziyuan can start taking out the knife as soon as possible.
Once you take the knife, you get the surgeon's fee and the platform fee; that's the department's performance-based pay.
Giving you performance bonuses even though you haven't done any work is a sign of pity, a subsidy and incentive for young doctors.
If you take the knife, you get performance-based pay; that's distribution according to work.
The Provincial People's Hospital performs a wide variety of surgeries; as long as you're capable, you'll have enough to eat and drink to your heart's content.
Nothing was said that night.
The next day, Guo Ziyuan got up early and took a taxi to the hotel where Ding Xianqi was staying.
Ding Xianqi also agreed to go on duty with Guo Ziyuan, as he wanted to see for himself what his student was doing every day.
However, Guo Ziyuan arrived at 7:10 and still couldn't beat Peng Jingye, who was running on the same track.
After getting out of the car, Guo Ziyuan exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher Peng, you're here so early?"
Peng Jingye, a cigarette dangling from his hand, said with a knowing look in his eyes, "Professor Ding isn't just your mentor, Xiao Guo; he's also my good brother."
Before Guo Ziyuan could reply, Ding Xianqi arrived.
Peng Jingye went straight up to offer her a cigarette and politely reported, "Professor Ding, just as you expected, I have been reporting your beloved student's schedule to you every day."
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"You're still worried and want to come down and inspect, so I have no choice but to come here and apologize to you."
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"It must be because of my job—"
As Peng Jingye was speaking, Ding Xianqi had already grabbed his tender waist.
However, Peng Jingye was a ruthless man. Even as his eyebrows twitched in pain and he gasped for breath, he gritted his teeth and forced out the words: "I didn't do it properly!"
"You son of a bitch, is that how you talk to yourself?" Ding Xianqi asked rudely.
Peng Jingye finally relented: "Brother Ding, this is the truth, you son of a bitch, you were so ruthless."
Peng Jingye was rubbing his lower back rapidly with his left hand to relieve the pain.
He held the cigarette high in his right hand.
"Why not be a proper man instead of acting like a eunuch and a lewd old man? I'm already being lenient by not knocking your balls out as you wished."
"All you do is neglect your studies and never learn anything important," Ding Xianqi scolded casually.
Guo Ziyuan, standing to the side, understood perfectly.
This Peng Jingye should be Ding Xianqi's Wang Hai.
"Master, Teacher Peng, let's go have breakfast—" Guo Ziyuan hurriedly urged.
"Okay, let's go have breakfast."
"Xiao Guo, just letting you know in advance, it's my shift in the emergency room today, so don't hang up on me." Peng Jingye gave Guo Ziyuan a heads-up and made a request.
Ding Xianqi remained silent for the time being.
After breakfast, Peng Jingye took Guo Ziyuan and Ding Xianqi to the emergency department of Yichang Central Hospital.
Peng Jingye then took Ding Xianqi away to meet someone.
Guo Ziyuan then went to the rest room opposite his control room.
In the lounge, An Yue had already arrived. This time, she seemed to have learned her lesson and proactively asked, "Dr. Guo, would you like to have breakfast together?"
"I've already eaten with my master, you can order for yourself."
Guo Ziyuan casually sat down: "I've watched the video you sent me yesterday, and I think your piercing technique is pretty good."
"Starting next month, you should be able to go to the outpatient dressing room to collect data independently."
"Is the process complete?"
An Yue took out his phone and started ordering breakfast for himself: "The process is almost complete, and I'm still having someone review the interview and signature template."
"The principle of informed consent must also be followed when treating patients with diabetic foot ulcers."
"Furthermore, before we begin, I need to replicate the preliminary data from several animal experiments."
"I have also found an animal laboratory."
After saying that, An Yue invited, "Dr. Guo, could you go into the animal lab ahead of time?"
"Your skills are definitely better than mine now."
"This will reduce the trial-and-error costs of the experiment, and my start-up capital isn't very abundant —"
"These clinical trials involving puncture-based drug delivery require several rounds of animal testing data before they can proceed."
Guo Ziyuan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, no problem."
That seems to be the end of the conversation.
However, the door to the lounge was suddenly opened again.
It was Liu Lingli who walked in from outside the lounge, carrying breakfast: "Dr. Guo, have you had breakfast?"
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Although Liu Lingli could no longer hang out in the control room, she still came to the break room for breakfast before breakfast.
Occasionally, she would come over during lunchtime.
An Yue chatted with Liu Lingli for a while: "Lingli, aren't you off your night shift—aren't you going home to rest?"
Liu Lingli replied generously, "Sister An, you should eat first even if you're resting."
"You need to eat well to have the energy to sleep."
Guo Ziyuan stood up: "I've already eaten, but An Yue hasn't."
"It's already 7:57, I'm going to go to the control room to take my shift now —"
After saying that, Guo Ziyuan left An Yue and Liu Lingli behind and went straight out the door.
For a moment, Liu Lingli's expression showed a hint of disappointment, but she felt that An Yue was also a "good older sister," and she was happy to share breakfast with An Yue.
"Sister An, I can't finish eating—can you help me?" Liu Lingli asked, her eyes wide and sparkling.
An Yue hadn't paid for the takeout yet, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded.
An Yue also gave himself an excuse: "Don't bring so much next time, otherwise it will be a waste if we can't finish it."
"Sister An—why didn't Dr. Guo have breakfast in the break room today?" Liu Lingli asked casually.
An Yue herself has said that her relationship with Guo Ziyuan is just a normal working relationship.
Just friends.
"Dr. Guo's teacher came to Yishi, and they had breakfast together," An Yue replied.
Liu Lingli then became happy: "Oh, I see—"
It was 10:05 in the morning.
Bed 5 in the emergency room.
Peng Jingye and others, dressed in white coats, were carrying out the rescue mission, while Ding Xianqi, also wearing a white coat, leaned against the computer in the corner of the emergency room, his eyes fixed on it.
Beside Ding Xianqi, Guo Ziyuan, wearing a handwritten badge as a follower, carefully moved the mouse up and down.
At one point, Guo Ziyuan stopped using the middle mouse button to scroll down and scrolled up two more views.
Then she tilted her head and said, "Teacher Peng, if the open hematoma is not obvious, you can explore the vascular system in the vulva."
"The damage to the superior mesenteric artery should be quite obvious."
Ding Xianqi inexplicably circled Guo Ziyuan's head.
Peng Jingye didn't reply to Guo Ziyuan's words, as if he was just ignoring Guo Ziyuan. In fact, their actions had already followed the rhythm of Guo Ziyuan's suggestions.
After scrolling up and down the patient's CT scan a few more times, Guo Ziyuan put down the mouse.
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I took out my phone to see if Anyue had sent me a message.
Guo Ziyuan was a trainee doctor, and An Yue was also a trainee doctor.
An Yue works in the control room, and even if he sends a message to call someone when a patient arrives, it is not considered a violation of regulations.
No hospital has a rule that operating rooms must be staffed by a doctor from the hospital 24 hours a day.
In most hospitals, the operating rooms are staffed by the hospital's on-call doctors.
"That's it?" Ding Xianqi was a little confused.
Ding Xianqi did not see the scene he had imagined.
For example, the rescue was in full swing, and then Guo Ziyuan suddenly corrected some diagnoses, which brought the patient in the emergency room out of danger.
Or perhaps, a director of the radiology department argued vehemently with Guo Ziyuan.
This was all part of the atmosphere that Guo Ziyuan had set up in advance; if you tell me to watch, I'll watch.
Believe it or not, it's up to you!
"Master, I was just joking around, I was just giving advice."
Guo Ziyuan held up his name tag to make his identity clearer to Ding Xianqi: "I'm just a trainee doctor who learns by watching films."
"Aren't you going to check on the patient?" Ding Xianqi continued in a low voice.
Guo Ziyuan smiled faintly, "There's no need, and I'm not qualified yet!"
Ding Xianqi then asked, "What if the diagnosis you suggested can't be treated here, for example, if it's an active hematoma in the pelvis?"
Guo Ziyuan answered calmly, his mind clear: "Master, the emergency department will naturally request a consultation from the trauma surgeon."
"If the on-call trauma surgeon can get the head surgeon to come, and the head surgeon happens to be able to handle the case, then the patient is very lucky!"
"Anyway, I can't get it."
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; I, Guo Ziyuan, couldn't save someone with an active hematoma in the pelvis.
The surgical techniques and procedures I currently possess are also available at Yilan Central Hospital, so of course I'm not worried.