Those years when I hung up and upgraded in the hospital

Chapter 220 Advanced Practice Room Permissions (Please subscribe)

"92%!!!"

Nineteen minutes later, after Fang Yun completed suturing the three sections of the severed tail artery, the numbers on the instant blood vessel measuring instrument were displayed.

Seeing this scene, Doctor Meng Gaoyang, who was working alongside Fang Yun as his assistant, took a deep breath, his face trembling with a smile: "Brother Yun, your suturing skills are even better than Brother Cong's."

Fang Yun's eyebrows relaxed as he saw the result of the operation. No matter what, it was still better than last time.

After all, no matter how you say it, your proficiency is still 3% higher than last time.

After the skill reaches level 4, every % improvement is very difficult and takes at least three days.

Meng Gaoyang introduced himself, but Fang Yun was not sure whether the Cong brother he was talking about was Zheng Jicong, the attending physician from Professor Ma Shangfeng's group, or Associate Professor Guo Congyu from Professor Xue Hua's group.

Even old Professor Pang Shanhai didn't know this. He scratched his chin with his thumb, and his mentality became calm at the moment. He cast an appreciative but steady look at Fang Yun: "Which Cong brother are you talking about?"

Meng Gaoyang quickly replied: "Professor Pang, this is teacher Zheng Jicong, and Zheng Jicong is now the attending physician."

"Oh, you are talking about Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng, I remember that when I retired, he was still a junior high school student. At that time, he followed Xue Hua. Wow, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye." Pang Shanhai sighed with emotion. With.

However, when Professor Pang Shanhai said this, two other senior doctors from the hand surgery department ran over and looked at the numbers on the real-time blood vessel measuring instrument under the operating table after Fang Yun's operation. They raised their brows and spoke in an obscure tone: "Professor Pang, this brother looks a bit unfamiliar."

Pang Shanhai knew this chief surgeon of hand surgery: "Oh, Xiao Lin, this is the new training doctor in our department, but he is quite different from the training doctors who have come before."

"Fang Yun."

"Xiao Fang, he is Lin Shengcong from the Department of Hand Surgery." Pang Shanhai introduced each other.

"Hello, Teacher Lin." Fang Yun bowed slightly and greeted.

Lin Shengcong said with a smile: "Dr. Fang is not from our hand surgery department? Why did he come to trauma surgery for further training?"

"Brother Yun's suturing skills perfectly complement our hand surgery."

The tone was smiling, with a hint of reproach in the joke.

Pang Shanhai coughed.

Lin Shengcong's expression tightened upon hearing this, and he quickly said: "Doctor Fang, let's have a drink together when you have time."

After saying that, he returned to his console.

After that, Pang Shanhai directly handed over the remaining training operation materials to Meng Gaoyang and another doctor. He took Fang Yun to the operation room next door.

We had already arrived at lunch time, and the lunch boxes had already arrived. However, Fang Yun had not stepped down just now, so the lunch boxes were still placed next door, and those young people did not dare to eat them immediately.

When Pang Shanhai walked towards the operating room with satisfaction, he could no longer hide his favor: "Are Xiao Fangqian's basic skills at the same level as suturing?"

"Some are still not enough." Fang Yun replied honestly.

"No wonder, even the old professors of the Department of Surgery have to go out of their way to inform our old fellows in the Department of Orthopedics."

"After all, communication between our orthopedics department and other surgeries is usually not so easy-going." Pang Shanhai laughed, and then directly explained to Fang Yun.

It turns out that in top tertiary teaching hospitals like the Provincial People's Hospital, there is competition among many departments. However, their competition is not competition for business, but competition among young students.

There are some Hanshi University undergraduates with relatively good talents who will rotate in various departments before going to graduate school. Many of them are so talented that they are spotted by many professors and want to be accepted as their students. There are good people, but there are also unsatisfactory people, so when I meet a talented person, I will not recommend it to you, I just want to take it into my pocket.

However, mature doctors like Fang Yun are exceptions.

Because Fang Yun's specialty training was in the direction of orthopedics, and now he is a specialist in orthopedics, his thinking and career have been finalized and it is difficult to develop further.

"When you go to the 1106 practice room in the future, if you have something you don't understand, you can ask more. Even if I'm not on duty then, there will be someone willing to give you pointers."

"Remember." Pang Shanhai said.

Fang Yun's heart moved: "Teacher Pang, isn't this 1106 generally only the superiors of this hospital have authority?"

Fang Yun's current access card only has permission to open the orthopedic basic training rooms 1101-1105. 1106 is the private space reserved for orthopedic superiors, and Fang Yun does not have this permission.

"The access card is not easy to move, and there is no need to go to the extra trouble. When you come, just state your name and ask the old professor guarding the warehouse to open the door for you."

"Okay?" Pang Shanhai didn't speak particularly straightforwardly.

He has retired and has been retired since his re-employment. Currently, he only attends outpatient clinics and then visits students and the younger generation in the practice room.

It was hard for him to show his old face in the department's personnel relations and other matters, lest others mistakenly think that he was meddling blindly.

People have to accept their old age, and don't always worry about everything. Future generations will have their own blessings.

"Then thank you, Teacher Pang." Fang Yun knew what Pang Shanhai meant, that is, he would say hello to other old professors.

This is naturally the best. When he was at 1101, he found that there were all training rooms for basic orthopedic operations, which was of little benefit to his current skills.

Of course, in fact, all the training rooms did not bring many benefits to Fang Yun.

If he operates through the operation console in the skill training room, no experience points will be added.

But it is also good. In the future, you can come often and see your strength improve bit by bit. I think it will be a good experience.

This is called the academic experience.

If we were in Xiangzhou People's Hospital, there would be no such good place.

"Well, you have now completed the accumulation of many basic operations in orthopedics. I will explain it to the clinical people when the time comes, so that you can slowly start to get involved in other clinical matters in the hospital."

"But there won't be many opportunities. You should also know that there are a lot of students in our department."

"How to make the greatest progress under limited opportunities depends on your own destiny. This may be different from the unit you were in before." Pang Shanhai obviously misunderstood, thinking that Fang Yun was previously at the prefecture level. Municipal units are those who have been forcibly fed.

A large number of operating opportunities have helped develop the current basic skills.

"Thank you, Teacher Pang. I will cherish the opportunity." Fang Yun was very happy. It was a very good thing to have Pang Shanhai say a few more words for him on the first day.

As for the opportunity for surgery, there is really no rush. The nature of the hospital here is destined to be crowded. No one will take special care because of himself. Others are also students, and they are orthodox students.

(End of this chapter)