Zhang Tianyang originally just regarded Song Changkong as a very talkative senior.

Now, look at his graying sideburns, and the serious end of his hard work, and then think about his position at the bottom of the Oriental Hospital.

Inexplicably, there is some sympathy, mixed with some other emotions.

Before I knew it, I was thinking far away.

Dongfang Hospital is one of the top three tertiary hospitals in Guangdong Province, and there are countless doctors in each department here.

As Zhang Tianyang saw, the status of these advanced doctors is actually no different from that of interns and graduate students, and they are basically at the bottom of the East Hospital.

But every year, there are still many people who sharpen their heads and would rather pay a large amount of money for further study and come here for further study.

Because here you can learn knowledge, you can learn technology.

It's the knowledge that is not in the textbooks, and no one clicks on the knowledge that you don't even know what kind of keywords to search for when you look up the literature.

The medical industry is too much to learn from clinical experience.

With so many small hospitals across the country, how do those doctors live?

Is it because they are not self-motivated?

Looking at Song Changkong, Zhang Tianyang felt that this was not the case.

They just don't have an avenue to learn.

What can they do when people with major and minor illnesses run to higher-level hospitals, and when they encounter difficult cases, no one in the entire hospital can say why, and they can only be forced to transfer to higher-level hospitals?

In the end, it can only be that a small hospital will always be a small hospital, and if you want money or not, you want patients without patients, and the doctors inside have sharpened their heads and want to go to a big hospital for further study.

A big hospital will always be a big hospital, and a steady stream of difficult cases and high-end talents will push the status of a big hospital higher and higher.

Zhang Tianyang thought about it, and thought of himself again.

If only everyone could have a system like themselves, the situation would be improved, right?

The ability to quickly accumulate clinical experience in a short period of time and realistically simulate various scenarios and cases is simply what medical students crave the most.

Zhang Tianyang actually had a big opinion about the name of his system for a long time.

After all, the word "gold medal" has a very low feeling no matter how you listen to it.

But thinking about what the system can do, he feels that this gold medal is well deserved.

It would be nice if one day the system could really become widespread......

But it should, impossible...... Right?

After packing up all his thoughts and burying them in his heart, Zhang Tianyang began to consciously move his position.

At the same time, when the deputy chief physician of the respiratory department asked him questions or invited himself to feel it, he deliberately brought Song Changkong.

After feeling the subtle unhappiness of the deputy chief physician, Zhang Tianyang showed his hands a little helplessly, revealing the fact that he had actually learned bronchoscopy.

In short, give Song Changkong more opportunities as much as possible.

Zhang Tianyang couldn't do anything else, so he could only do what he could.

Doctors who can become deputy chief physicians are not stupid, and after a few times, he understood.

It was not Zhang Tianyang who came to learn technology, but this advanced training doctor who seemed to be older than him, the deputy chief physician.

And this genius classmate, who is famous in the internal medicine system of East Hospital, is probably only responsible for pulling the strings.

After seeing the form clearly, he simply smiled at Zhang Tianyang, and then stopped asking him, and directly began to teach Song Changkong one-on-one.

The director does let himself teach, but who doesn't teach it?

The patient does need bronchoscopy.

After one-on-one teaching, Song Changkong felt that the amount of knowledge and experience he had received suddenly increased.

While busy recording in my notebook, I also have the opportunity to get my hands on it from time to time.

The gratitude to Zhang Tianyang in my heart is a little heavier.

Zhang Tianyang stood silently aside, seeing that the overall situation had been decided, he quietly took a few steps back, and then beckoned to the senior brother of the Department of Gastroenterology.

"Senior Brother Zhang. ”

Qiu Ming had been recalling in his mind the "one hundred ways to kidnap Xiao Zhang" taught to him by his director, and when he looked up, he saw Zhang Tianyang looking at him with a smile.

"Senior brother, do you have something to say to me?"

"I, I didn't try to deceive...... Forehead...... Slice of ducks!"

Qiu Ming was frightened, and almost blurted out the ultimate task of "tricking you to the Department of Gastroenterology", and it was so dangerous that he found a homophone and came back.

"Eh, Senior Brother Zhang, are you free at night, let's go eat sliced duck together?"

Zhang Tianyang blinked and shook his head seriously.

"I had an appointment with someone else in the evening. ”

"Then, then, Senior Brother Zhang, do you like to drink? Do you want to ......?"

"I don't drink. ”

"Uh...... Senior Brother Zhang, I haven't seen your girlfriend yet, or ......."

"What's the matter, senior brother has thoughts about her?"

"No, no, no, I'm not, I'm ......"

Qiu Ming was a little anxious.

What resounded in his mind was the "proverbs" taught to him by the director of the Department of Gastroenterology.

"If you want to have a good relationship with Xiao Zhang, it's nothing more than a few points, eat, drink, woman!"

The dozens of "deceptive" methods that the director was kind to and seduced became a pile in his mind, but when he said it, it seemed to have changed his taste.

It even seems that Senior Brother Zhang misunderstood!

Qiu Ming was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his back was half wet.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the senior brother of the gastroenterology department who was sweating profusely, and shook his head with some amusement.

He himself is not good at handling interpersonal relationships, and the current situation is supported by his absolute strength.

Unexpectedly, the senior brother of the gastroenterology department is inferior to him.

Simply, straight to the point.

"Senior brother, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly, you don't need to detour around the bend. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang......"

Qiu Ming also found that he was not suitable for those twists and turns, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and directly said his inner thoughts.

"I would like to invite you to the Department of Gastroenterology, and use your free time to give gastroscopy to some patients who have been judged to be mortal, but may be able to be saved with your method. ”

Speaking of his inner thoughts, Qiu Ming was not weak or stammering.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I know that this matter is a bit difficult, you are still in the internship stage, your time is limited, and doing gastroscopy on those patients itself requires the risk of medical trouble. ”

"But I can't bear it!"

Qiu Ming took a deep breath, and his words became more and more earnest.

"Before you showed your technique, I didn't actually feel it at all, those patients can't be saved, they can't be saved. ”

"But now, every time I see a patient being sent home, I think, if only you were there......"

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't worry, as long as you occasionally take the time to come over and make two units, all the problems will be solved by the gastroenterology department, don't worry about getting into trouble, it will delay your time......"

"Of course, I admit that I do want to learn this technique with you, Senior Brother Zhang, you are a genius, and you will have many choices in the future, but this technique is too important for the patients in our department......

"So ......"

After finishing his words in one breath, Qiu Ming remembered that he still had to ask Zhang Tianyang's opinion in the end, and he couldn't help but start to feel nervous again.

"Senior Brother Zhang, are you willing?"

The warm afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the blinds of the bronchoscopy room, casting pillars of light.

Next to the operating table, the white coat that has not completely extended the bronchoscope into the airway is subconsciously full of movements.

The nurse also tilted her head slightly, waiting for the next step with some curiosity.

The senior brother of the gastroenterology department looked up apprehensively and looked at the other side.

I saw that half of Zhang Tianyang's face was soaked in the pillar of light, and he suddenly raised a bright smile.

"Okay. ”