On his first day of registration at the provincial tertiary emergency department, Zhou Ye was pinned to the bottom of the discrimination chain by the phrase "barefoot doctor".
Doctors from prestigious universities were waiting to see the joke, and the patient's family also named him and asked for a replacement.
He has no system, no black technology, only the vision, touch and on-the-spot judgment honed over twenty years in township hospitals.
Others read the report first, but he looked at the person first; when the machine couldn't give an answer, he used the simplest percussion and palpation to find the truth.
On a rainy night, emergency imaging equipment suddenly malfunctioned, leaving patients with multiple injuries hanging on by a thread.
A room full of experts debated endlessly, but Zhou Ye identified the cause of the disease based only on breath sounds and jugular vein changes, and saved his life with one injection.
The doctor who laughed at him lost his voice on the spot. The cold-faced female director put on his official badge with her own hands and whispered: "Stand by my side from now on."
But when the next ambulance brought the patient, all indicators were normal, but Zhou Ye suddenly ordered to prepare for rescue - because he had seen this kind of "normality" twenty years ago...
