When I Was Reborn, I Worked as an Internal Medicine Doctor in a Hospital.

In her previous life, Liu Ma died in the duty room of the Department of Cardiology, clutching an unfinished discharge summary in her hand. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the first year of regular training, armed with clinical intuition honed by staying up late, being frustrated and misdiagnosed, as well as a "master system of internal medicine" of unknown origin. A patient with chest pain due to pulmonary embolism was admitted on the day of admission. A VIP who was misdiagnosed as pancreatitis changed his direction using auscultation with his hands and an electrocardiogram. He wrote an SOP manual that no one dared to write in two weeks and posted it on the wall of the department. When he was appointed by the director of the general practice to participate in the provincial clinical teacher project, everyone was asking: Why should he be a first-year professional? Relying on the words that I didn't have time to say in my previous life - the doctor will be exhausted and the patient will not recover; the doctor will stand and cure the patient, only then will medical treatment be dignified.