Chapter 87 Raises the difficulty of the game

As soon as Qi Damin heard the dean's invitation, he must have dropped all the work at hand and hurried to the dean's office.

Hearing Dean Guo recount what happened in the small garden and the bet, Section Chief Qi was a little dissatisfied:

"Now these students are really going to cause trouble, especially that Chen Qi from the medical school, and that one, Zhang Jun, a college student betting with a technical secondary school student. There is nothing to be proud of if you win, and you will be ashamed if you lose. "

As the chief of the medical education department and the leader of the doctors, Qi Damin still prefers college students. After all, the grade and level of a hospital depends on the number of college students.

So from the perspective of leadership, a college student is far more valuable than a technical secondary school student.

Dean Guo shook his head when he heard this:

"Old Qi, your thinking is wrong. I think this classmate Chen Qi's strength is extraordinary, and he will definitely not be inferior to college students. He can even diagnose skull base fractures. Do you think other minor ailments in general surgery are just as good for him? problem?

When we look at a student or a young doctor, we should not only look at his diploma, but also pay attention to his strengths and excellences. Especially in our surgery department, no matter how high your diploma is, but you don't have the skill to hold a scalpel, it's useless . "

Leaders can't change their preaching at any time.

Qi Damin thought for a while: "Dean, how about we increase the difficulty of the competition and give these two boys a blow?"

"Oh, tell me how to get rid of the power?"

"Aren't they trying to write better medical records than the other? What is there to compare? Medical records all have formats. As long as you don't make mistakes and write according to the pattern, it will be difficult to tell the winner, right?"

Dean Guo nodded slightly.

"Then let's make it more difficult. Isn't it necessary to write a preliminary diagnosis in the major medical records? Let's get them a patient with an intractable disease, and let these two boys go to the doctor independently. Whoever can make a diagnosis wins, which is more fair , it can better reflect the level of a student, isn't it?"

President Guo's eyes lit up when he heard it:

"Hey Lao Qi, this is a good idea. It's no fun to write medical records in a competition. The point is who can diagnose the disease in the competition. By the way, is there such a complicated patient this afternoon?"

Qi Damin smiled strangely:

"It's true. Zhu Qingsan, the director of the first non-staple food factory, just finished his physical examination. He found that there is a problem with the bile duct, which may be serious. He called and asked me to reserve a hospital bed for him in the afternoon. Practice your hands, kid."

President Guo clapped the armrest of the sofa:

"Okay, you made an agreement with Director Zhu, let him cooperate with the intern doctor's diagnosis and treatment, and tell him that I will see him personally in the future. In addition, let's go to the Department of Surgery in the afternoon to see the excitement."

Qi Damin slandered in his heart, are you so empty as a dean? Why so gossip? What about leadership?

The mouth is still cheerful:

"Success, I will accompany you for a walk in the afternoon, just in time to see whether the health school students trained by us in Yuezhong are better, or the foreign college students are more skilled."

President Guo lit a cigarette and took a puff happily: "Old Qi, why don't we make a bet too? Let's see who can win? How about the loser also buy a bowl of braised pork?"

Qi Damin has black lines...

At 2 p.m., in the office of the first surgery department.

President Guo, Qi Damin, and Zhu Huoyan were sitting together, and they were passing around the medical examination report of Director Zhu Qingsan of No. 1 Non-staple Food Factory.

Jin Peilin, the director of the Department of Surgery, was a little confused. Why are these big guys always running to the Department of Surgery?

However, today's incident is attributed to Director Zhu's face. After all, the No. 1 non-staple food factory controls the food basket of most people in the city. plant care.

Dean Guo frowned after reading all the inspection reports, especially the black and white B-ultrasound sheet.

"Old Zhu, what do you think?"

Zhu Huoyan chuckled lightly:

"I don't say anything if I have an opinion. The point now is what the two boys think. Let them reveal the answer. If you can't even diagnose this, you won't be a qualified surgeon."

President Guo nodded in agreement.

Jin Peilin obviously has some disagreements:

"Dean, this is a bit unfair, isn't it? After all, Chen Qi just came to practice in a technical secondary school. Zhang Jun is a college student and has been intern for half a year. His clinical experience and diagnostic ability must be better than that of Chen Qi. The two are not at the same level. .

President Guo smiled:

"Then I don't care, who let this classmate Chen Qi brag about himself, and even boasted that there were 20 bowls of braised pork. My dear, are all the students talking so loudly now? Even I, the dean, can't afford it."

Everyone in the office burst into laughter. Obviously, the bet of 20 bowls of braised pork is indeed breathtaking.

Qi Damin looked at his watch: "Old Jin, let students Chen Qi and Zhang Jun start. Everyone has something to do in the afternoon, so don't delay."

Jin Peilin nodded, walked out of the office, and came to the nurse's station outside.

"Zhang Jun, Chen Qi, the patient is already in bed 20, which of you two should go to the doctor first?"

Zhang Jun has a relaxed expression: "Whatever!"

Chen Qi also shrugged: "Then invite Zhang Jun first. We secondary school students have nothing else, but we still have the spirit of humility!"

Jin Peilin didn't hesitate, and handed over a blank medical record: "You go to Zhang Jun first, here, this is the patient's medical report, you can read it first."

Zhang Jun took it, looked it over carefully, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Jin, isn't the diagnosis obvious, I can see it at a glance."

Jin Peilin glared at him: "What's so obvious? How dare the patient make a diagnosis without seeing you? Stop talking nonsense, go quickly, the dean is waiting inside."

"Dean?"

Both Zhang Jun and Chen Qi were surprised, thinking that the dean would still pay attention to this little game? Afterwards, both of them were excited at the same time, and this opportunity to express themselves in front of the leader came.

Zhang Jun was not polite, and quickly flashed into the ward.

Lan Lijuan stood next to Chen Qi, somewhat worried. After all, it was no longer a small medical record writing competition, but a critical moment to impress the leader.

"Squad leader, that Zhang Jun seems to have a plan in mind."

Chen Qi sneered:

"Both the dean and Director Zhu came in person. How could the patients they brought out be simple? What's the difference if you can tell what the disease is just by looking at the examination report? I guess there must be something weird in it."

When Lan Lijuan heard it, she felt that it made sense, and at the same time, she was even more worried. If it was a difficult and miscellaneous disease, then their technical secondary school students would suffer even more, because they lacked clinical experience after all.

Fifteen minutes later, the door of the ward opened, and Zhang Jun walked out with a relaxed expression.

(end of this chapter)