Chapter 194: 195: Banana Mud Seat Man PK (Extra for monthly votes +1!)
Chapter 194: 195: Banana Mud Seat Man PK (Extra for monthly votes +1!)
Chapter 194: Chapter 195: Banana Mud Seat Man PK (Extra chapter for monthly votes +1!)
Chen Cang finally noticed some sounds around him and let out a sigh.
“What kind of department is this?”
Emergency at Provincial Hospital No. 2 was better, listening to Qian’er’s bragging every day, hearing the little brown-noser shouting “666”, directing Wang Yong to write medical records—that’s the kind of work environment a doctor should have.
Look at them here, each one…
Meng Xi nodded, “Hmm, not bad.”
When Qian Lin heard this, he immediately took a deep breath. This she-devil actually praised someone?
Rare indeed.
Every time he worked overtime, the most he got was, “How can you be so dumb?”
That phrase lingered in Qian Lin’s ears for several months, giving him a sense of defeat!
It wasn’t until the postgraduate entrance exam results came out, and he ranked first in the medical field, that this sense of defeat gradually faded.
He really hadn’t expected the she-devil Meng to praise someone!
The doctors around were all exchanging glances; indeed, it was rare to see Director Meng praise someone. This situation was truly unusual.
But this young man was really impressive; his English listening skills were definitely top-notch.
“You’ve been working clinically for three years now, do you know all the basic procedures?” Meng Xi actually already felt very satisfied with Chen Cang. Based on his English proficiency alone, to be honest, there were not many people who could achieve that.
Just now in the paper, there were many professional terms, some of which were even rare words in the surgical field. With Chen Cang’s translation, Meng Xi could assess many things, mainly the attitude towards academic papers and that unceasing learning attitude.
Chen Cang nodded, “I know a little about basic clinical operations. But I haven’t dealt with cardiothoracic surgery.”
Meng Xi nodded, “Oh… Do you know how to do vascular suturing?”
Chen Cang originally thought he should give an honest answer, that he was quite proficient, but considering that this was a cardiothoracic surgery department, an area constantly dealing with blood vessels, he still felt he should be conservative: “Hmm, I know a bit.”
Meng Xi looked up and glanced at the doctors around her. The doctors immediately turned their heads and started scribbling in their medical records.
Meng Xi pointed to a man and said, “Doctor Ge, go and get some models and suture materials.”
The man known as Doctor Ge quickly got up, “Okay, Director Meng.”
Meng Xi, only thirty, was already an associate director, and the cardiothoracic surgery department was divided into groups. There were three groups, each led by a team leader, and Meng Xi was one of them. The three team leaders took turns managing the groups. In short, Meng Xi was the superior doctor to all of them, not to mention her rank, and she was also highly capable.
Hence, everyone respected this ‘young Director Meng’, who was even younger than some of them.
Before long, Ge Huai came in with suture materials and models. These were common practice tools in surgery, mainly used for practicing the vascular suturing technique, an essential skill in cardiothoracic surgery—the most basic and most important.
So, whenever there was a free moment, everyone would grab them and stitch a few sutures.
Xia Gaofeng also regularly held these small-scale suturing competitions in the department, evaluating the speed and density of the sutures.
Meng Xi said to Chen Cang, “Come on, suture this and let me see. Thirty stitches, I want to see how long it takes you.”
These were two model segments mimicking the width of the aorta.
After finishing, Meng Xi glanced thoughtfully at Ge Huai and smiled, “Doctor Ge, why don’t you compete with this young doctor and see who’s faster?”
As soon as she said this, the others looked at Chen Cang with a somewhat teasing look.
Doctor Ge was young, only thirty-five, in his prime, and often took first place in the department’s vascular suturing competitions, highly regarded by Xia Gaofeng.
Just as Ge Huai hesitated, Xia Gaofeng suddenly walked in, looking with interest at the scene.
He chuckled, “Little Ge, why don’t you practice with the young doctor?”
At that moment, Chen Cang suddenly heard the system notification sound!
[Ding! PK task activated, defeat Ge Huai to randomly obtain an item or a Skill Book from Ge Huai!]
Chen Cang chose to accept!
PK task.
It looked thrilling.
Chen Cang knew he was fast, but he had never compared with other men to see who was faster!
Therefore, Chen Cang looked up and glanced at the somewhat lean Ge Huai, filled with intense interest.
At this, once the competition was mentioned, everyone became excited.
Qian Lin was like a fat cat, squeezing through the crowd, finally making it into the mix.
He looked at Chen Cang with excitement, muttering to himself, “Come on, brother, come on, my happiness depends on you.”
Xia Gaofeng walked over slowly, sizing up Chen Cang, “Young man, give it a try, there’s no shame in losing, the person before you is the core strength of our department.”
After speaking, he looked at Ge Huai, “Ge Huai, show this young man what you’ve got, give him some motivation!”
Surgery is not the same as internal medicine.
Just like martial arts training, PKs are common, ranging from competing over how many surgical knots one can tie within a minute to simulating special surgical skills—comparisons are everywhere.
And this kind of competition is positive, constantly breaking through one’s own limits through comparison and reaching new heights.
That is the ultimate goal!
Xia Gaofeng didn’t want to embarrass Chen Cang; his main intention was to show Chen Cang the direction to work hard toward.
Amid the talk, Xia Gaofeng smiled, “Come on, who’s going to keep time? I’ll count down from 3-2-1, start!”
At this moment, Xia Gaofeng’s graduate student hurried over with a phone, “I’ll keep time!”
Chen Cang and Ge Huai exchanged a light smile, then slowly picked up the needle holders.
The graduate student behind them then began to say, “Doctor Ge, remember to break the record, yeah!”
Ge Huai held the record for being the fastest in the department, with a record of 30 stitches in 2 minutes and 50 seconds.
Ge Huai smiled and picked up the needle holder, ready to teach this youngster a lesson.
There actually wasn’t any suspense in the outcome of this competition, one was the new force of Dongda First Hospital’s Cardiothoracic Surgery, the fastest at suturing, and the other was an emergency doctor just getting ready to become a graduate student.
Compared to the result of the competition, everyone was more focused on whether Ge Huai could break his record.
Meanwhile, Meng Xi and Xia Gaofeng observed Chen Cang holding the needle holder in his hands, thoughtful; those hands… so steady!
Ordinary people might not notice these details, but Meng Xi knew just how important a pair of hands, steady as Mount Tai, was to a surgeon.
With a thoughtful look, Xia Gaofeng glanced at Chen Cang, “3—2—1, start!”
No sooner had he spoken than Chen Cang hesitated slightly.
Because Director Xia’s voice in his ear almost startled him into trembling hands.
With that momentary hesitation, Ge Huai had already started suturing at high speed!
Seeing this, Chen Cang began his operation, calm and unhurried.
If the bigwigs from Second Provincial Hospital were here, they would surely sigh and say, “Ah, there goes Chen Cang, humbling others again.”
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