Song Changkong was a little frustrated.

The place for further study at Dongfang Hospital was not easy to come by, and he worked hard every day.

But although the teacher here did teach him a lot of things, these theoretical knowledge, when he went back to his own hospital, would eventually be disseminated.

He had to learn skills that his colleagues at the hospital didn't know so that the trip would be meaningful.

In ancient times, this was called the "craft of eating".

In modern times, this is also called "the foundation of life".

During this period of study, he had to acquire a technique that would make him popular in a lower-level hospital for a long time.

He originally set his goal on the skill of "bronchoscopy".

But first, he is now in the ICU ward, where all ICU doctors are theoretically required to be on duty during working hours.

Unless he gets someone to watch for him, it's hard to sneak out.

Second, as a doctor, it is too difficult to establish a good relationship with each other across departments.

Although you quietly look at the side when people do bronchoscopy, they generally won't drive you away, at most they dislike you for taking a position and getting in the way.

But if you want someone to take the initiative to explain to you and carefully teach you all kinds of detailed experience, it is unlikely.

Therefore, most of his training time has passed, but the progress of mastering the skill of "bronchoscopy" may be less than 20%.

The phone screen is still stuck on the call log just now.

Song Changkong sighed.

Just now, he called the doctor in the respiratory medicine department who finally got on the line, and wanted to touch the bronchoscope equipment on the weekend, but he was simply refused.

"The bronchoscopy room was occupied by the director on the weekend, and I couldn't help it. ”

The other party directly brought out the director of the respiratory department as a reason, what else could he say?

"Teacher Song. ”

Zhang Tianyang's voice came from the side.

Song Changkong woke up from his frustration, subconsciously pressed the phone screen, and then quickly sorted out his expression, and then raised his head.

"Ah, Xiao Zhang. ”

He did a good job of managing his expressions, but Zhang Tianyang still felt his low pressure with his sixth sense.

After thinking about it, Zhang Tianyang didn't ask.

Everyone has their own difficulties, and if you can't solve them, it will be embarrassing, so it's better to bring good news directly.

So after a pause, Zhang Tianyang spoke directly.

"Teacher Song, do you have time on the weekend?"

"Huh?"

Song Changkong didn't know what Zhang Tianyang wanted to do for a while, but he still answered honestly.

"I will do my rounds as usual on weekends and leave in the afternoon, but I haven't thought about it yet. ”

If it had been planned, he would have wanted to go to the bronchoscopy room of the respiratory medicine department in the afternoon to touch the equipment, but now he ......

The air pressure was a little low, Zhang Tianyang glanced at Song Changkong suspiciously, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Then on the afternoon of the weekend, I asked my brother to make an appointment with the bronchoscopy room of the Department of Respiratory Medicine, and I want to learn new technologies, is Mr. Song interested in joining us?"

"Huh, what?"

Song Changkong didn't react for a while.

Zhang Tianyang repeated it patiently.

"I said, I'm going to the respiratory medicine department on the weekend to do a bronchoscopy operation, if Mr. Song is free, do you want to come along? I remember you were going to go for an afternoon on Monday, but it was delayed. ”

This time, Song Changkong heard it clearly, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"You, I, bronchoscopy room...... Well...... Did you make an appointment? Will they let you in?"

No wonder Song Changkong was not surprised, in fact, he just got the news that the bronchoscopy room was requisitioned by the director of the respiratory department for two days over the weekend, and the idlers couldn't get in.

And now, Zhang Tianyang turned his head and asked him if he wanted to ...... together

"It's an appointment. Zhang Tianyang was a little strange.

"I went to my brother for an appointment on Monday, and it just so happened that there were a few related patients who were going to join the queue for bronchoscopy in two days this weekend, so we could go and learn by the way. ”

"Well, the doctor over there happens to be free and will explain it. ”

He blinked and asked again, "How is it, does Teacher Song have time?"

"There's time!"

Song Changkong blurted out.

He's got so much time!

If you can go to the bronchoscopy room to study hard, and the doctor from the respiratory department will explain it, even if you ask for leave, you have to have time!

But, but......

"Xiao Zhang, you, take me with you, is it really okay?"

"It's okay, it's not that you can't stand, I told them, let's go together. ”

Zhang Tianyang smiled.

Song Changkong has always been very good to him.

When he first came, Song Changkong did not dislike Zhang Tianyang as an intern, and introduced and explained to him very dutifully.

Later, Zhang Tianyang was sharp, and even stole the limelight of this nominal teaching, for example, in the treatment of the 76-bed old lady, he occupied the magpie's nest and occupied the dominant position that originally belonged to Song Changkong.

But Song Changkong's attitude towards him has not changed, and he is still very kind.

Occasionally, when doing operations, Song Changkong would be willing to be an assistant and help him deliver something.

So casually helping such a big brother, Zhang Tianyang feels that it can be regarded as a reciprocation.

As for the respiratory medicine department, don't worry too much.

The gastroenterology brother called him last night and told him that they had all made an appointment.

I also patted my chest to ensure that at least the attending doctor, or even the deputy chief physician taught, and I could bring two or three people with me.

The other party has asked him, and he should not drop the chain in this kind of thing.

It's really not good, you can teach it yourself!

There is also bronchoscope usage training in the system, and he has taken time in the past two days and has already cleared the customs.

"Then I'll call you then. ”

When the news arrived, the time was set, and Zhang Tianyang waved goodbye with satisfaction.

Song Changkong also waved his hand blankly.

After so long in the clinic, he rarely has such a gaffe.

The question that had plagued him for so long seemed to be easy in Zhang Tianyang's mouth.

I want to find a resident medical education and teaching technology, but people are not very happy.

And the relationship that Zhang Tianyang was looking for, the feedback from the Department of Respiratory Medicine was that it was "the director chartered".

Although even if the director chartered the venue, the last person to teach is estimated to be a resident doctor, and the attending physician is the top of the day.

But this gap.

It's still huge.

And Zhang Tianyang is still nominally just an intern!

Coming back to his senses, Song Changkong shook his head, and then patted his face with his hand a little harder.

What do you think?

He is nominally an intern doctor, but in terms of ability, he can fight with the attending doctor.

Such a genius deserves a lot of resources!

The decision I made at the beginning to have a good relationship with him was really correct.

This kindness should also be well remembered, and it would be better if it could be deepened and deepened in the future......

Song Changkong thought about it and sighed.

But after a while, he laughed again.

This snickering lasted for a long time.

From Wednesday afternoon to Saturday morning, Song Changkong was in this state of giggling twice after a while.

And as Saturday noon approached, there was a layer of "uneasy" buff in addition to this state.

Finally, at half past two o'clock in the afternoon of Saturday, Zhang Tianyang beckoned Song Changkong to rush to the bronchoscopy room of the Department of Respiratory Medicine.

The moment he saw the appearance of several white coats inside, Song Changkong subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes.

All the "joy", "restlessness", and "restlessness" that he had accumulated these days gradually turned into sluggishness.

This is special, it's really the director's charter!