The new doctor Xiaomi in the ICU is a 24-year-old social training doctor.
General course rotation and social training means that he has graduated and is not currently pursuing any studies. At the age of 24, it was not a unified training program, which meant that he failed the postgraduate entrance examination and had no choice but to take the social training examination.
Well, this is Dr. Xiaomi, a 24-year-old social training doctor.
People, normal. Training base, normal. Rented house, normal.
However,
The tertiary-level hospitals under the regulation are very abnormal.
"What normal hospital would have bomb threats, organ trafficking, haunted corridors, fake corpses in the morgue, and arresting three directors in one year? A Grade III hospital is not worthy of evaluation at all. It should be called a Grade Five hospital, a Grade Five hospital with all five poisons!"
But, so what if it's not normal.
As long as the progress of regular training continues to increase, don't you have to go up and down this class? Well, as long as you enter this door, don't you have to take the exam for regular training and practice medicine? A cow horse with no money and no connections and an average study will have to live like this. There is no hospital in his home.
Miros sighed.
His intention was to come for ward rounds. He silently raised the medical records from bed six and tapped them on his head. With his sharp ears, he listened to the indescribable sounds in 306 and sighed heavily.
For a moment, Mi Ruosi didn't know whether to ignore the patients and family members in the room who were doing that, or the ghosts in the corridor, or some kind of dark and sticky presence on the ceiling.
In the end, he chose to use his free right hand to reach into his pocket to find his mobile phone and play music. Following the DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra, Dr. Xiaomi closed his eyes and chose to ignore his own existence.
"Why don't you take the exam yourself?" Mi Ruosi suddenly wanted to cry.
"Forget it about regular training, why has our hospital turned into a world of comics? Forget it about a world of comics, why is it still a world where you can do things from the neck down!!!"
No one could hear Miros scream.
Intention: If there was an afterlife, would you still want to study medicine? Don't think about it anymore.