Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

Chapter 85: 【85】First Entering Neurosurgery 1 @@novelbin@@

Donning a white coat and hanging an intern doctor’s ID, she filled the pockets of the coat with a notebook and small flashlight along with her watch, attaching four pens to the top pocket: blue-black and black signature pens, a yellow highlighter, and a red ballpoint pen.

Speaking of Guoxie Affiliated Hospital, simply known as Guoxie Association Hospital, the main campus is adjacent to the university, with another branch located in a more remote area. The main campus houses most of all the cutting-edge experts and departments, so generally, people only know to come here for medical consultations.

The main campus of Guoxie Hospital has two outpatient buildings, one old and one new. The new building mainly accommodates dermatology and pediatrics, comprising a small two-story outpatient building. It was said that plans were underway to construct a larger outpatient building, but when it would be completed was unknown.

Having frequented the outpatient old building often, usually sneaking in at night to make phone calls, Xie Wanying was quite familiar with the outpatient building. Through this building, one could directly reach the inpatient tower.

The inpatient tower is divided into three buildings, the internal medicine building being the largest, the smallest old building housed by pediatrics, rehabilitation, geriatrics, and other departments, while the new building is said to be exclusively for surgery, not yet constructed nor open for use. Hence, surgical departments continue to be in the internal medicine building.

When she arrived, it was five o’clock in the afternoon, the beginning of the peak of departing staff. At this time, don’t assume that the patients at Guoxie would lessen. As outpatient doctors finished their shifts, the number of patients started to decrease, but the entrance of the inpatient department was overwhelmed with people. One after another, they hastened to complete admission procedures before the specialists could leave for the day.

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Following her senior’s instructions, Xie Wanying approached the internal medicine building, saw a big crowd squeezing around the elevator, and without a second thought, she decided to take the stairs. Ordinary doctors don’t have the privilege to compete with patients for elevators, let alone interns and students in training. It could be said that for a medical student, the test of physical strength begins with climbing stairs.

The first floor housed radiology, the second floor the intensive care unit, the third floor the operating rooms, internal medicine wards usually located in the middle to lower floors, while surgery preferred the higher floors. Neurosurgery was on the ninth floor, thankfully not the topmost tenth floor. When going to neurosurgery, Xie Wanying specifically noted that the thoracic surgery she yearned for was just on the eighth floor, right above neurosurgery.

She didn’t encounter other classmates on the way, who might either be earlier or later than her.

Arriving at the neurosurgery ward, she found it shared the same floor with the Hepatobiliary Surgery department. Remembering the conversation in the group chat among seniors that night, she felt it was a bit coincidental.

Upon entering the ward, there were meal attendants pushing carts distributing dinner to patients, making the hallway bustling and lively.

Walking alone through the ward area, Xie Wanying appeared somewhat lonely.

Guoxie Eight-Year Program had few students, resulting in only one intern rotating through each department alone, having to handle everything by oneself, unlike other departments where students could pair up in small groups.

True enough, upon reaching the doctors’ office, she found other interns and students present, assembled in groups.

Looking around, to her surprise, on the New Year’s Eve night, not a single intern or student was absent—a grand sight with approximately fifty to sixty people, filling the entire office.

She suddenly felt a lot of pressure inside.

Xie Wanying had never seen such a scene in the hospital in the evenings before her rebirth. In her previous hospital, at night, most of the interns and trainees would have left, leaving at most around twenty; unlike in Guoxie.

It seemed normal upon reflection, after all, it’s Guoxie, a top-tier, triple-A hospital in the country. Who wouldn’t want to intern or train here, not to mention the individuals coming from other hospitals across the country for advanced training.

Looking into the ward again, if it were any other hospital, many patients might have taken leave to go home for the holiday. But not at Guoxie. Unless you were a severe case, you simply couldn’t get into the inpatient department.