Chapter 103
When Zhou Can emerged in his changed clothes, Dr. Xu had already left.
Walking out of the operating room, Zhou Can contemplated buying ten more mice to practice his surgical skills at home.
He aimed to elevate his Incision Skill to the medium level of a resident doctor.
In fact, his Experience Points in the Separation Skill had also reached 520.2/1000 at Level 3. He was merely about 80 points away from reaching the medium level.
This medical skill was even more important than the Incision Skill.
It was necessary for separating various diseased tissues and tumors.
Jin Mingxi caught up with him from behind.
“Dr. Zhou, we’ve known each other for so long, and I’ve never treated you to a meal. How about I take you out tonight?”
Zhou Can turned to look at him.
“Why the sudden thought of having dinner? Afraid I’ll leave in a couple of days?”
Living together with Jin Mingxi, joking around was not an issue.
“Haha, your thought process is indeed quite unique. I wanted to celebrate your safe return, and here you are… I’m speechless! Still haven’t lost it yet, have you?”
Jin Mingxi laughed heartily.
“I think there are quite a few who have a unique thought process, not just me. What does my virginity have to do with this?”
Zhou Can racked his brain but couldn’t figure out the connection between the two.
“If you’re a virgin, that means you are innocent. Obviously, innocent remarks!”
Upon hearing this from Jin Mingxi, Zhou Can suddenly understood.
He also laughed heartily, “Haha, what era is this? Still following those feudal superstitions! Don’t worry, that’s already in the past, there’s no way I’m leaving in two days!”
He found that Jin Mingxi, despite seeming quite reserved, was quite humorous in conversation.
Zhou Can glanced at his phone. “It’s still a bit early, how about I buy a few mice and practice some surgeries back at the apartment, and we can have dinner around six?”
“Can you not push yourself so hard? Us resident doctors from your same period really feel the pressure!”
Jin Mingxi considered himself competent, but compared to the extraordinary Zhou Can, he could only watch as he was left behind.
“I have to push myself! Either you have a wealth of work experience, or high educational qualifications. I have none of that, if I don’t strive harder, I’ll definitely be eliminated.”
These words were indeed not an exaggeration.
Tu Ya’s residency recruitment has become more stringent each year, particularly this year due to various influences—it has been extremely competitive.
Many talents with over a decade of experience or even a master’s degree have failed to make it into the top twenty.
There were even three or four doctoral graduates in medical science who were eliminated.
Zhou Can had the lowest qualification with just a bachelor’s degree.
Almost no work experience.
To stand out among so many strong candidates, mere effort wouldn’t suffice even with the system of medical Experience Points.
“Dr. Zhou, Dr. Zhou, there’s a patient and his family who have specifically come to see you. They’ve been waiting for almost two hours,” a nurse ran over to inform Zhou Can, pointing towards the resting area.
Zhou Can turned to look and saw a middle-aged couple sitting on the seats designated for patient rest.
He didn’t recognize the elegantly dressed middle-aged woman.
But the man in the patient’s attire, he recognized immediately.
It was the acute myocardial infarction patient he encountered during the last residency exam.
Seeing this patient recovered filled him with gratification.
He immediately walked over quickly.
The middle-aged man also recognized him, and immediately stood up with the help of the middle-aged woman, his face wearing a grateful smile.
“Dr. Zhou, do you remember me?”
“Of course! You were the one with acute myocardial infarction! How have you been?”
Zhou Can asked with concern.
“I had surgery, and because it was timely, the attending doctor said my recovery has been quite good. Today, I was discharged and ready to go home to recuperate.”
Generally, if someone is discharged three to five days after a myocardial infarction surgery, it indicates a good prognosis and that severe myocardial necrosis didn’t occur.
More severe cases usually require a hospital stay of about two weeks.
If post-surgery the heart’s conduction doesn’t restore, a pacemaker implantation might be necessary, extending the hospital stay even further.
“You’re able to be discharged so quickly, it’s a very good sign. Make sure to follow the doctor’s advice closely and rest well at home,” Zhou Can responded, genuinely pleased for the patient.
“I owe my life and this good recovery to your help! Right after being discharged, my wife and I immediately thought of coming here to personally thank you.”
The middle-aged man finished speaking, and his wife also smiled kindly at Zhou Can, nodding in agreement.
“The chief surgeon told me that if it had been three minutes later, I might not have survived. Even if resuscitated, the prognosis would have been very poor. Old Cui isn’t familiar with the hospital’s process; he’s a stubborn man. Without your help getting him quickly to the Emergency Department, he would have foolishly queued in the outpatient lobby which could have been disastrous.”
The middle-aged woman spoke unhurriedly, exuding grace and elegance.
That smile on her face, it was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
“Dr. Zhou, on behalf of Old Cui and our entire family, thank you!”
She placed one hand over her collar and bowed to Zhou Can on behalf of her husband.
“I was merely doing a doctor’s duties, no need for thanks! Speaking of gratitude, I must thank you for promptly informing the hospital management and helping clarify the issue with my lateness! Without your timely vindication, I would have lost the opportunity for this year’s residency recruitment.”
Zhou Can equally appreciated their kindness and gratitude.
Kindness given to the right person is indeed kindness.