Chapter 194: [194] Go for a consultation with my senior fellow apprentice
“Teacher Cao, Doctor Fu has asked you to consult with him on a patient,” Zhou Junpeng said, then immediately turned back to signal Yue Wentong, who was following, to come forward.
Yue Wentong realized what was happening, walked up, and handed over the medical record he was holding, which was for requesting a neurosurgery consultation, to Cao Yong.
Cao Yong took the medical record but didn’t rush to look at it; he was thinking that the Robot actually wanted him to consult.
“Who doesn’t know how skilled Teacher Cao is?” Zhou Junpeng said.
You must lavish praise; otherwise, the neurosurgery teachers wouldn’t even bother with you. This was a consultation request for the star of the neurosurgery department. Though the person making the request was also a star from the cardiology department.
That being said, Cao Yong suspected that there must be some special circumstance; otherwise, Fu Xinheng wouldn’t have asked for him.
Generally, for this kind of consultation, they would just send over a consultation form, and someone from neurosurgery would come over. It usually suffices if the resident or the attending first goes to check out the situation, and if needed, the director would arrange for other senior doctors to take a look. If the director arranges for other senior doctors to come over, it would be impossible if the doctors from the requesting department didn’t have enough clout. For this reason, a phone call to communicate beforehand is common.
Now, not a single phone call had been made, and it seemed that they didn’t notify Director Chen probably because they feared there wasn’t enough time, and directly had his own people come and personally request him. Evidently, this patient was quite special.
After thinking for a moment, Cao Yong said, “Alright, I’ll head over.” As he spoke, he let Huang Zhilei hold onto the medical record and led the way out. There was an urgent matter, so better to deal with it quickly.
As Zhou Junpeng was about to follow behind Cao Yong, he swiftly glanced at Xie Wanying.
Therefore, Huang Zhilei blocked his little junior sister and glared at him: What are you trying to do?
Thinking back on it, this guy must have stood at the doorway for who knows how long without making a sound, definitely sneaking peeks at his little junior sister’s surgery.
Zhou Junpeng didn’t deny that he had been watching secretly; only by watching secretly did he realize: his fellow townsman, this little junior sister, was indeed different from other female medical students. Surgical operations need to be fast, and precision is a fundamental requirement, along with exceptionally good eyesight. Every surgical Da Niu has a pair of precise and good eyes. Evidently, Xie Wanying possessed this quality that many medical students couldn’t achieve even if they practiced to death.
With a slight curl of Xie Wanying’s mouth, Zhou Junpeng walked briskly a few steps and went ahead of Cao Yong to show the Teacher the way.
Behind his glasses, Huang Zhilei’s eyes narrowed as he followed, taking his little junior sister with him.
Yue Wentong, trailing behind the group, only knew that neither Cao Yong nor Huang Zhilei had given him as much as a glance. He wanted to stay in neurosurgery, but the teachers in neurosurgery hadn’t noticed him. He knew he had to work even harder.
There was only one floor difference between the ninth and the eighth floors, and the group made their way downstairs quickly, soon arriving at the cardiothoracic surgery department.
This was Xie Wanying’s first time in the department of her dreams, and she felt a bit excited inside, observing everything covertly as she walked. The cardiothoracic surgery ward seemed to be larger than the neurosurgery ward. Cardiothoracic surgery was supposedly planning to expand into two areas once the surgical building was completed. They had over eighty beds already.
A list of doctors from the department hung in the corridor, and Xie Wanying swept her gaze over it: My goodness, there were more people than in neurosurgery. She once again understood why all the teachers said that neurosurgery was the department where it was easiest to remain.
But she wanted to stay in cardiac surgery.
Yue Wentong, who was walking behind her, noticed she was counting the number of doctors in cardiothoracic surgery and thought: Could it be that she doesn’t want to stay in neurosurgery but aims to stay in cardiothoracic surgery instead?
Xie Wanying, having done a rough count, felt a chill in her heart: There were twice as many people here as in neurosurgery – weren’t they lacking people?