Chapter 198: Dr. Xie, you are also very strong.
The young man was a patient, with a heart condition, but he was smart and quite astute; seeing her expression, he understood and offered some inside information, “Here, there are three directors.”
It’s quite normal for a department to have three directors, one chief and two deputies. Generally, the directors are heavily involved in administrative work, and it can be challenging to have them lead in tackling technical issues. The really valuable technical doctors, especially surgeons, often prefer not to become directors during their “Golden Period” of life. Of course, there are also highly skilled directors. Such directors are rare—the true power players are hard to find.
“There are quite a few younger chief surgeons,” said the young man, confirming this unwritten rule, “Doctor Fu seems very young.”
Besides her teachers, Xie Wanying’s main concern was the medical students. Each department only had a few slots for retaining medical students each year, and if the department was already full, it was impossible to keep any additional students, even if the hospital wanted to approve it.
When she first arrived at the cardiac surgery department and counted the number of staff, it nearly gave her a heart attack from shock.
“Are there many old professors here?” Xie Wanying asked.
“Many,” the young man nodded.
It wasn’t surprising to have many rehired retired professors, and they didn’t take up any slots, so that wasn’t too worrisome. However, the presence of many old professors also meant many students were being mentored, hinting at a high number of future competitors.
Xie Wanying felt a chill in her heart, realizing she needed to work even harder.
Suddenly, she realized her class leader, Yue Wentong, seemed to have disappeared from the department, and Xie Wanying asked the young man, “Do you know Doctor Yue?”
The surname Yue was quite uncommon. The young man should remember her class leader, Yue Wentong.
The young man tried to recall but shook his head; he had never seen a doctor with the surname Yue.
Xie Wanying came to a realization. Could it be that her class leader had never managed to gain entry into this intensive care unit for observation?
The intensive care unit was not an ordinary ward; it was normal for beginner interns not to be allowed in. What was abnormal was her situation, as she had followed two neurosurgery seniors for a consultation and was casually permitted to peek inside.
Xie Wanying was so astonished she was at a loss for words: Had she just been incredibly lucky? After all, her class leader hadn’t been allowed in.
Seeing her expression, the young man said, “Dr. Xie, you’re also very strong.” He was a long-term patient who had seen countless doctors and could tell which ones were impressive just by intuition.
Xie Wanying smiled and told the patient, “I’m just an intern; I’ll be returning to school for classes in a couple of days.”
“That’s not a problem,” the young man responded. A patient’s instincts were never wrong; good doctors were already impressive during their medical student years.
Her senior was calling for her. Xie Wanying promised the patient she would come to visit him when she had time and then quickly walked to meet up with her senior.
Huang Zhilei was taking his junior sister out and said, “Senior Cao has a meeting, he told us to go eat first. After their meeting, they will probably be dining courtesy of the dean.”
Famous doctors who were called for consultations would have a late lunch, and of course, the dean had to treat everyone. That was a joke. In reality, the dean had ordered a bunch of lunch boxes to be brought up to the conference room.
Instead, it was her, who was taken by Senior Brother Huang to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. If it were not for wanting to ask about her senior sister’s issue, Xie Wanying would certainly have gone back to school to eat, rather than always allowing her senior to treat her.
Huang Zhilei didn’t see it that way. Treating his junior sister to a meal was no trouble; employees had meal cards and catering subsidies, so eating in the hospital’s cafeteria was essentially free.
“Order whatever you want to eat,” Huang Zhilei generously told his junior sister.