Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 41, "Tribulation Overcoming," Successful!

Under the streetlights, Guo Ziyuan and his advisor waited for a taxi.

Guo Ziyuan quickly caught up with Huang Zhao, the advisor, and stood beside him, his eyes slightly fearful: "Advisor, you have to learn things step by step."

"I am still very young and need protection, not this kind of stimulation."

Guo Ziyuan's tone was genuinely lonely, weak, and pitiful.

Huang Zhao felt powerless to explain why these patients had to have their limbs amputated.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have let Guo Ziyuan perform the amputation.

Huang Zhao didn't refute: "You've seen it yourself. Actually, the key to medicine is very simple: if you can treat these diseases that others can't, then you're good at it."

"The truth of reality is that simple and brutal."

"Do you want to reconsider going to a prefecture-level city hospital? I actually have quite a few other ways for you to get involved."

Guo Ziyuan stepped forward to accompany him, saying, "Please speak, Master."

We don't necessarily have to follow the advice of elders, but listening to it won't hurt.

They won't have lived their long lives in vain.

The saying that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure is not without merit.

"For example, I took the lead in setting up a wound cleaning clinic day, which stipulates that our hospital will receive wound cleaning patients on a certain day of the week."

"Call two attending physicians over to support us."

"This way, all of you students will have the opportunity to practice." Huang Zhao was certainly more thoughtful than Guo Ziyuan.

He is not only Guo Ziyuan's mentor, but also a senior professor of trauma surgery, which gives him a broader perspective.

Guo Ziyuan nodded in agreement: "Master, this plan is excellent, but isn't it a bit of a burden on you, Teacher?"

Huang Zhao turned his head slightly, thought for a moment, and realized that Guo Ziyuan's basic debridement skills were different from before.

Right now, if anyone is to be able to protect Guo Ziyuan, then it has to be an associate professor and associate chief physician.

The attending physicians are not enough.

If that's the case, then Guo Ziyuan will be assigned by his colleagues to do the "job" of covering for others.

Your debridement skills are so good, even better than those of attending physicians. What's the point of competing with master's and doctoral students for debridement opportunities?

This one sentence is enough to prove that Guo Ziyuan always acts with his brain: "Alright, you should prioritize yourself now."

"When you are successful, you should help others; when you are unsuccessful, you should cultivate your own virtue."

When are you planning to go?

"Master, is it alright to go next month?"

"That way, when I come back, it will be close to graduation, and I can defend my thesis."

This kind of rural outreach usually takes six months to be effective.

Huang Zhao gave Guo Ziyuan a disapproving look, his tone odd: "Next month?"

"Do you think the qualifications you're showing right now are enough?"

"If everything is done according to your standards, even Xiaolong in sports medicine will be able to beat the academicians."

Guo Ziyuan's debridement skills are certainly good, but they are still only good; he hasn't passed the "special exam" yet.

You're not even exceptionally good yet, and you already want to raise your standards?

"Then, sir, what can I do to go next month?"

"I want to study, I want to learn more, and my path is clinical practice," Guo Ziyuan asked earnestly.

Where there is a question, there is an answer, or at least a suggested answer.

"No matter what, you need to have at least one skill that meets the standard."

"In our trauma department, the most serious procedure is debridement, which is also what you've mastered the best."

"Once you pass this subject, you can apply for your master's thesis defense... Your path doesn't have to be limited by other people's doctoral entrance exams and application assessment schedules."

The reason why the special entrance examination for doctoral studies is called a special entrance examination is because it is a very special assessment.

There is no set time for the assessment. As long as you are good enough that the rules will give way to you, the exam time can be flexibly changed.

If you don't believe me, go and win a "Nobel Prize" and then try to become a doctoral supervisor.

You've just received an award, and as soon as you notify them, your employer and superiors will probably be able to complete all the necessary procedures for you the very next day.

"Okay!" Guo Ziyuan nodded.

He further cautioned, "Master, diabetic foot is just an area I happen to be dealing with. I'll try to understand it, but it may not lead to any substantial breakthroughs."

"You shouldn't have too high expectations of me in the short term?"

"I'm just a junior master's student; pursuing a doctorate is my main goal."

If it were Professor Ding Xianqi or Professor Ma Chuanfeng, Guo Ziyuan wouldn't have said that.

But Guo Ziyuan had witnessed Huang Laoguai's teachings today, and he was genuinely afraid that Huang would add some other embellishments to his case.

For example, when setting up external fixation braces at a crime scene, you see someone trapped in the rubble, and while you're setting up the braces without anesthesia, you're listening to their agonizing screams...

"Who gave you permission to talk nonsense?"

"You're saying things like 'the patient has to die' right off the bat?" Huang Zhao said, his hands behind his back, enjoying Guo Ziyuan's honest and unassuming demeanor.

He felt that this was the kind of person Guo Ziyuan should be.

Guo Ziyuan could not explain his second life, nor could he explain what he saw and encountered while running to the emergency room in his previous life, or the scenes of patients dying that he personally witnessed.

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Pushing open the dormitory door, a blast of cold air from the wall-mounted air conditioner blew in.

Guo Ziyuan felt his whole body cool down; his pores, which had been wide open from the heat, were surely greedily absorbing the cool breeze.

Wang Hai was writing his thesis in front of his computer when he heard the door open. He stood up and tilted his neck to the side.

"Brother Dao Lai, where have you been?" Wang Hai asked, his eyes burning with interest.

I didn't see you in the practice room either.

"No superiors came to give a lecture today, so I didn't send you a message."

"I'm going to undergo tribulation." Guo Ziyuan put down his backpack with lingering fear, along with unloading what he had seen and heard that day.

[Completed bilateral toe amputation, gained 8 skill points]

[Completed the limb amputation technique, gained 7 skill points]

[Completed a bilateral lower limb amputation surgery, gaining 12 skill points]

Current skill point balance: 45 points

Three surgeries yielded 27 skill points, a much greater reward than in the operating room, yet Guo Ziyuan felt little joy.

The skill points for this kind of terminal surgery feel like a painful reward after overcoming a tribulation.

There's nothing particularly exciting about it.

"So, have you attained enlightenment?"

"Hey? Can I fly with you?" Wang Hai asked in a very funny way.

Due to a limited number of research papers, Guo Ziyuan has decided to take the special examination route and give up the "application and assessment" and "doctoral examination"!

Then you will no longer be in competition with other people in the department.

The reason why the "Special Examination" is called a special examination is that there is no limit to the number of candidates; it is an admission-restricted system.

If you have the qualifications, eight or ten trauma surgeons would welcome you with open arms.

But can there be two or three such trauma surgery prodigies nationwide each year?

If you encounter one such patient in ten years at the Trauma Surgery Department of the Provincial People's Hospital, you're incredibly lucky.

Guo Ziyuan glanced at Wang Hai's mixed-growth and slightly chubby appearance, then relaxed and joked, "We only talk about chickens and dogs rising to heaven, no one said piglets would fly along too, right?"

Wang Hai stood up instantly, clenching his fists: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven; there are no pigs among them." Guo Ziyuan is not afraid of Wang Hai.

The fight was a 60/40 split between the two, with Guo Ziyuan getting 60%.

"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof..." Wang Hai opened his mouth and barked shamelessly.

Guo Ziyuan looked disgusted: "Damn... you're so shameless, don't you dare say we know each other..."

Wang Hai slicked his hair back and rolled his eyes dismissively: "When you used to ask me to bring you lunch, you never seemed to have any principles."

After speaking, Wang Hai sat down again and began to look through the paper.

The special exam is an extreme gamble.

High recovery rate, but also higher risk.

If we are not careful, there will be no hope at all.

Every year, people try to take the special exam route, but countless people are killed in traffic accidents every year.

Since Wang Hai couldn't wait for the special exam, he could only prepare for it honestly.

Writing papers and honing basic skills are the two "great paths" for ordinary people. Following the rules and adapting to them is the most correct choice.

After sitting down and pausing for a moment, Guo Ziyuan suddenly had an idea and said softly, "Wang Hai, would you like to learn how to slaughter pigs?"

Wang Hai didn't turn his head, assuming Guo Ziyuan was joking: "Your hole was violated by a pig, huh? Want me to get revenge for you?"

"To be honest with you, you'd better go to an animal laboratory and learn how to handle pigs," Guo Ziyuan suggested cryptically.

Upon hearing that Guo Ziyuan's tone was not joking, Wang Hai turned to the side again.

"Um?"