Chapter 1285: Doctors’ children also have troubles.
Xuanwu, as a top-tier hospital, is just as busy at night with ergency cases. The internal dicine doctor was not present, so the triage nurse casually called a surgeon over to check on the patient.
Stroke cases can be treated by both the surgical and dical departnts.
A young man wearing a white coat and glasses approached. His na tag read Xiao Yang, he was a surgeon at Xuanwu.
As Xie Wanying was unsure if he rembered her, Xiao Yang imdiately recognized her and said, “Dr. Xie, right?”
Xin Yanjun looked back at the student, and the class monitor Yue Wentong looked at his classmates: Do you know him?
Xie Wanying nodded: We t at an academic exchange seminar in Hepatobiliary Surgery.
“Who is she?” The nurse at Xuanwu asked Xiao Yang, “Is she his girlfriend?”
What girlfriend? The people present felt confused.
“Isn’t he the nephew of our director?” The nurse whispered in Xiao Yang’s ear, subtly pointing in the direction of Yue Wentong.
Yue Wentong’s face turned more solemn, clearly displeased about his identity being ntioned.
The director’s nephew might sound prestigious, but most of the ti it’s used sarcastically. It was always grating to his ears, much like it was to Zhao Zhaowei, who hated people bringing it up, insinuating he had connections to get ahead.
He indeed had an uncle who was the director here, his uncle was called Li Suiming, older than his mother by over ten years, now in his fifties. Li Suiming had his own children and grandchildren, his son was also a doctor. Yet people liked to fixate on him, ignoring whether his uncle’s children went through backdoors, only talking about him. It might be because none of his cousins pursued clinical surgery.
In the dical circle, surgeons are more renowned than physicians and other types of doctors, with a higher status. Before moving into managent, Li Suiming worked in surgery for many years and had intended to raise his son as a surgeon, but it didn’t work out.
Becoming a surgeon is not easy; at least, hands-on skills shouldn’t fall short of expectations. The elder cousin’s practical skills were lacking, and so, inexplicably, outsiders considered him, a surgical student at Guoxie, as his uncle’s successor.
The problem is that top-tier hospitals dostically are public. Hospitals are not family businesses; there’s no inheritance of the director’s position. No matter how capable he is, he couldn’t inherit his uncle’s director role. Hence, those who ntioned it clearly just loved to gossip.
After hearing the nurse, Xiao Yang adjusted his glasses, looking at Yue Wentong with a glance full of aning: Oh, so he is the director’s nephew.
Being a relative of a famous doctor doesn’t necessarily yield better circumstances than being the daughter of a truck driver. Xie Wanying understood the distress of her class monitor and Student Zhao. She was doubted for having poor genes, while her monitor and Student Zhao were considered as genetic mutations supposedly capable of cutting corners.
No matter the background, dical students must rely on their own efforts to change others’ perceptions.
“What’s the matter with the patient?” Xiao Yang asked those who had co.
The patient’s family arrived in a taxi and handed previous dical records to the doctor, introducing themselves, “My dad has been hospitalized at your hospital several tis, we’re familiar with your neurology doctors and nurses.”
“Alright, I’ll have soone call their departnt to check if there’s a bed available for you. If not, we’ll see if we can temporarily add a bed for you.”
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