Chapter 139: Why did you become a doctor?
Whether it was Doctor Jiang or Doctor Lin, their reaction was just as Xie Wanying had said. When a medical student came up with a more accurate diagnosis, they not only accepted it but were also delighted.
Guoxie’s teachers are sincerely dedicated to the great practice of medicine; they don’t harbor jealousy.
Apparently, she hadn’t acted rashly, but had anticipated the teachers’ reactions in advance. She was clever and smart, understanding the clinical teachers’ minds better than he did.
Hearing her strike the nail on the head, Yue Wentong was dumbfounded.
He had many relatives who were doctors, but why hadn’t he been able to understand the teachers’ psychology?
“Why do you want to become a doctor?” Yue Wentong asked, eager to know her answer, feeling it would be different from his and that of many other medical students.
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“Being a doctor is a very happy thing,” Xie Wanying blurted out.
Being a doctor allows you to save lives, and saving lives—this most grand and meaningful task in the world—is something doctors do every day. Isn’t that very happy?
A buzz went through Yue Wentong’s mind, stunned by her words: He had never thought being a doctor was a happy affair.
To him, being a doctor meant inheriting his parents’ dreams and not letting down his elders’ expectations.
Being a doctor gave a good image, high status in society, and respect from others.
Being a doctor meant attractive compensation, without the fear of unemployment.
People say, “Doctors age like fine wine.”
All these reasons lined up, each a benefit of being a doctor, yet none included the happiness she spoke of.
During their conversation, they arrived at the ICU.
The group admitted the patient into the ICU.
The ICU operated under closed management; family members were not allowed to enter, and Zhenzhen, a seven-year-old child, was certainly not allowed inside. Xie Wanying had to leave the child outside. After thinking it over, she decided to call her senior brother to ask if she could take Zhenzhen somewhere to sleep, such as her student dormitory.
The head nurse hadn’t come out, she couldn’t borrow a phone, and she didn’t have a cell phone of her own. Xie Wanying contemplated what to do—go inside the ICU to borrow a phone?
Just then, the anesthesiologist happened to finish handing off the patient and came out. Seeing her expression, he seemed to guess her dilemma and said, “Do you need to borrow my cell phone?”
The person in front of her, Xie Wanying had recognized, was Doctor Zhang, whom she had met more than three years ago. It was the very person her second senior sister had warned her to be particularly wary of.
Trusting her senior sister, Xie Wanying didn’t want to speak to this person, but—
“Xie Xie,” seeing the child yawning, Xie Wanying chose to borrow his cell phone for a moment.
Doctor Zhang lent her the cell phone.
Xie Wanying dialed her senior brother’s number: “Senior brother, it’s me.”
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Huang Zhilei asked, “Where are you now?”
“Zhenzhen’s father has finished the surgery, and now we’re at the ICU.”
On the other side, Huang Zhilei was in the emergency room, updating Doctor Jiang and Doctor Lin with the latest situation.
Doctor Lin was having really bad luck today. He should have been able to leave at six o’clock, hand over to the night shift, and go home, but he was so busy that he couldn’t return even after midnight. He was worried that Zhang Xiaohui would mess with the patients in his absence and had re-examined all the patients she had treated for him.
Doctor Jiang was also unlucky. He was there when the incident happened and feared being dragged down, so after getting off work and having dinner, he returned from home to check on Doctor Lin and the patient’s status.
Now, hearing that the patient’s surgery went smoothly, both of them heaved a sigh of relief.
Looking again, they saw that someone’s phone was still unreachable; Doctor Lin was about to roll his eyes.
“Could it be that Zhang Xiaohui has more than one cell phone?” Doctor Jiang speculated, as if he remembered something.