Chapter 205: A Futures with Potential
On Monday, the Oriental Hospital was bustling as usual.
There is a sensor access control outside the door of the internal medicine building, and there are security handles.
Family members were blocked out and lined up in long lines.
"Seven-thirty to eight-o'clock is the time for the medical staff to go to work!
Patients and family members are consciously waiting outside! Now that you are crowded in, there is no doctor to see you!"
The security guard at the door shouted out his lines day after day, year after year, and stared at the crowd of people rushing to the main entrance, scanting whether the other party was a medical professional.
It's actually pretty easy.
Those who carry small bags are mostly doctors.
Those who pinch two buns or a fritter, can't wait for this little distance, and gobble up as they gobble, are designated doctors.
It's not the doctor who dyes the hair.
It's not the doctor who wears nail polish.
The one with his sleeve above his elbow doesn't look like a doctor.
It wasn't the doctor who was carrying a lot of breakfast.
It's not the doctors who dress up with bells and whistles.
With years of experience, security guards are always able to find patients or family members who are mixed in and want to get in early.
Then ignore their complaints, and pull them out mercilessly.
Next to Zhang Tianyang, there was an eldest sister who carried a lot of breakfast, and after being stopped, she muttered and tried to theorize.
But the security guard just calmly took out the electric baton stuck behind his waist and weighed it in his hand.
The crowd immediately fell silent.
Walking through the empty hall, there was still a crowd in front of the elevator.
Basically, they are all medical staff who go to work.
Zhang Tianyang looked left and right, and lined up at the elevator door on the left.
Each elevator stops only two floors at this point in the morning, such as the 5th and 13th floors, or the 9th and 15th floors.
According to the different floors of your department, choose the elevator, and then walk one or two floors by yourself.
This will greatly increase the efficiency of elevator use.
Neurology, just on the 9th floor, can be reached by this elevator.
A group of people who were also waiting quickly gathered next to him.
Zhang Tianyang's eyes swirled around them.
There are those who hurry up and gobble up the buns.
Although eating breakfast in the exposed air of the hospital is easy to get sick from the mouth, they have no time to fill their stomachs other than to eat two bites now.
There are those who frown and crackle at their phones.
Eyes swept across the screen, just in time to see the other person cut out of the chat interface.
Manipulate on a PPT that obviously looks like a clinical guideline, copy and paste some text, and then go back to the chat box to continue output.
There are also short ones chatting with parents.
But it's not about who cheated on someone and went abroad, but about who and whose child is sick again, and which bed of patients is like a professor.
The topic is a special "doctor".
Zhang Tianyang is also settling his breakfast.
By the way, listen to the gossip about the rise of the two female doctors next to me.
"Today is Monday, I don't know how many patients will be admitted over the weekend, and how many patients will be distributed today, it's difficult!"
"It seems that the whole department has admitted seven or eight in two days, right? The next door group also admitted a transfer from the emergency department yesterday. ”
"Ah, the patients who come to the emergency department are the hardest!"
"That's right! I heard that the emergency room was made by a patient. ”
"Troublemakers?"
"It's not that the attitude of the family is quite good, but the patient's consciousness has changed, just like the monkey made trouble in the heavenly palace back then. ”
"It seems that an old man has been accepted, and the relationship between our professors who is gone, I don't know if it will be given to me. ”
"Patients with a hospital background are also difficult to handle, especially prone to half a bucket of water and easy to disobey hospital regulations. ”
"Yes, yes, it's too hard. ”
"Today, Monday, it seems that there is a new person entering the department?"
In less than three minutes, waiting for the elevator and the elevator running time, the topic of the two female doctors jumped several times, and they actually jumped to the intern.
Zhang Tianyang subconsciously propped up his ears.
"Didn't you just enter the department a few last Monday, and it's gone this week, right?"
"Last week wasn't a five-year system, but this week it seems like there will be a couple of eight-year years. ”
"Having said that, do you think the five-year system or the eight-year system is more worry-free?"
"It's hard to say, according to past experience, the overall quality of the eight-year program will be a little higher, and the overall quality will be higher.
But the five-year system is more magical, the polarization is more serious, every year there are a few thieves, and there are also a few thieves who are powerful. ”
"Ah, isn't that equivalent to the eight-year system is a treasury bond, you don't earn much but you won't lose, the five-year system is futures, and the lottery stimulus gap is large?"
"It seems like something. By the way, did you buy Treasury bonds before?"
The conversation seems to be drifting again.
Just when the elevator reached the ninth floor, Zhang Tianyang walked out quietly.
"Eh, hurry up, there's still three minutes, and if you don't clock in, you'll be late!"
The two female doctors seemed to be also from neurology, and hurriedly rushed to the front of Zhang Tianyang.
Zhang Tianyang didn't keep up.
He doesn't have to punch in, he's not in such a hurry.
It took him a few seconds to get a good look at the structure of the neurology ward.
The structure of neurology is different from that of other departments.
Generally speaking, when you exit the elevator door and turn left, it should be the doctor's office, and turn right to the nursing station and ward.
But on the ninth floor, there is a wall on the left side of the elevator door, and the place that should have been the doctor's office is still there, but you need to bypass the nursing station and pass through an iron gate that requires a drip card.
Maybe it's because it's neurology?
Zhang Tianyang remembered the little yellow chicken who was singing on tiptoe last night, and he was deeply impressed by such a structure.
Directly opposite the nursing station is usually a large ward, the kind with eight to twenty beds in a ward, and a ward that requires monitoring.
The large ward of the neurology department is also there, but it has been converted into an ICU.
Only doctors are allowed to enter, and family members are stopped.
The wards were all covered by white walls, and the windows for family members to visit were also blocked by thick curtains because they were not in time.
Inside, there are general wards that are similar to those of other departments.
Familiar with the structure of the neurology department, Zhang Tianyang followed the previous route of the two female doctors, bypassed the nurses' station, and entered the unlocked iron gate.
The iron gate goes all the way inside, and there is the doctor's office.
And now, the morning shift has begun, and there are six little white cats outside the door that look like interns.
Feeling Zhang Tianyang's approach, the six little white cats turned back separately.
"Morning. ”
Zhang Tianyang saw Lin Ke'an, who was dealing with the little yellow chicken brother with him last night, and she was smiling and greeting herself with her mouth.
"Early. ”
Zhang Tianyang also lip synched, and his eyes swept over the remaining five.
It is estimated that these people are going to enter the eight-year program today.
Because he took an extra week off, the other five members of his five-year rotation group enrolled a week before him.
Therefore, he is now considered "single".
Zhang Tianyang decided to stand with them and wait for the assignment.
In the office, the doctor on duty quickly finished reading the shifts of each patient, and the director also arranged various precautions, and then left in a hurry.
The rest of the doctors were waiting, waiting for their senior physicians to go first, and then to go again.
But a group of rulers had no intention of leaving.
"Is there a new intern today?"
I don't know which doctor asked, but I got a quick response.
"Is there a list? Can we choose our own people?"
"Can you name someone? I want that, the five-year program that I didn't get into last week and only came today. ”
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