Chapter 85: 【85】First Entering Neurosurgery 1
Donning a white coat and hanging an intern doctor’s ID, she filled the pockets of the coat with a notebook and small flashlight along with her watch, attaching four pens to the top pocket: blue-black and black signature pens, a yellow highlighter, and a red ballpoint pen.
Speaking of Guoxie Affiliated Hospital, simply known as Guoxie Association Hospital, the main campus is adjacent to the university, with another branch located in a more remote area. The main campus houses most of all the cutting-edge experts and departnts, so generally, people only know to co here for dical consultations.
The main campus of Guoxie Hospital has two outpatient buildings, one old and one new. The new building mainly accommodates dermatology and pediatrics, comprising a small two-story outpatient building. It was said that plans were underway to construct a larger outpatient building, but when it would be completed was unknown.
Having frequented the outpatient old building often, usually sneaking in at night to make phone calls, Xie Wanying was quite familiar with the outpatient building. Through this building, one could directly reach the inpatient tower.
The inpatient tower is divided into three buildings, the internal dicine building being the largest, the smallest old building housed by pediatrics, rehabilitation, geriatrics, and other departnts, while the new building is said to be exclusively for surgery, not yet constructed nor open for use. Hence, surgical departnts continue to be in the internal dicine building.
When she arrived, it was five o’clock in the afternoon, the beginning of the peak of departing staff. At this ti, don’t assu that the patients at Guoxie would lessen. As outpatient doctors finished their shifts, the number of patients started to decrease, but the entrance of the inpatient departnt was overwheld with people. One after another, they hastened to complete admission procedures before the specialists could leave for the day.
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Following her senior’s instructions, Xie Wanying approached the internal dicine building, saw a big crowd squeezing around the elevator, and without a second thought, she decided to take the stairs. Ordinary doctors don’t have the privilege to compete with patients for elevators, let alone interns and students in training. It could be said that for a dical student, the test of physical strength begins with climbing stairs.
The first floor housed radiology, the second floor the intensive care unit, the third floor the operating rooms, internal dicine wards usually located in the middle to lower floors, while surgery preferred the higher floors. Neurosurgery was on the ninth floor, thankfully not the topmost tenth floor. When going to neurosurgery, Xie Wanying specifically noted that the thoracic surgery she yearned for was just on the eighth floor, right above neurosurgery.
She didn’t encounter other classmates on the way, who might either be earlier or later than her.
Arriving at the neurosurgery ward, she found it shared the sa floor with the Hepatobiliary Surgery departnt. Rembering the conversation in the group chat among seniors that night, she felt it was a bit coincidental.
Upon entering the ward, there were al attendants pushing carts distributing dinner to patients, making the hallway bustling and lively.
Walking alone through the ward area, Xie Wanying appeared sowhat lonely.
Guoxie Eight-Year Program had few students, resulting in only one intern rotating through each departnt alone, having to handle everything by oneself, unlike other departnts where students could pair up in small groups.
True enough, upon reaching the doctors’ office, she found other interns and students present, assembled in groups.
Looking around, to her surprise, on the New Year’s Eve night, not a single intern or student was absent—a grand sight with approximately fifty to sixty people, filling the entire office.
She suddenly felt a lot of pressure inside.
Xie Wanying had never seen such a scene in the hospital in the evenings before her rebirth. In her previous hospital, at night, most of the interns and trainees would have left, leaving at most around twenty; unlike in Guoxie.
It seed normal upon reflection, after all, it’s Guoxie, a top-tier, triple-A hospital in the country. Who wouldn’t want to intern or train here, not to ntion the individuals coming from other hospitals across the country for advanced training.
Looking into the ward again, if it were any other hospital, many patients might have taken leave to go ho for the holiday. But not at Guoxie. Unless you were a severe case, you simply couldn’t get into the inpatient departnt.
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