Returning to ’90s, She Became Famous in Major Surgical Fields

   Chapter 62 [62] Trauma First Aid 2

   "Hello, Madam." Dr. Zhang said, "Is the medicine I mentioned last time in stock?"

   "There are ten boxes of imported amoxicillin, all of them are for Dr. Zhang and you keep them all."

   In this era, there is a big gap between domestic and imported medicines. Many antibiotics are much less effective than foreign ones. Therefore, if people who understand in the hospital have this need, they will find ways to buy imports. Because even the hospital can't open.

   It’s not that you can buy good medicine even if you have money.

   Ten boxes of amoxicillin were put on the table by the proprietress, and I don't know what this Doctor Zhang bought so much for.

   "Dr. Zhang, my friend said he wanted to ask you to give him anesthesia during the operation." The proprietress whispered with Dr. Zhang while delivering the medicine.

   Standing by the counter, Dr. Zhang counted the number of medicine boxes, as if he didn't hear what the proprietress said. When he turned his head, he saw what the other two bought, and raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Which level of students are you?"

   "Level nine or six." Without thinking much, Xie Wanying and Yue Wen replied together. Because this person is obviously their clinical senior and teacher, of course they have to answer.

"Nine-sixth grade, isn't it a student who just entered the school?" Dr. Zhang was surprised when he remembered it, and then glanced at the two of them with contempt, "I just entered the door and thought I could be a doctor and be able to go to the operating table. ?"

   The proprietress obviously wanted to curry favor with Dr. Zhang, and then complimented: "Yes, I didn't know they were freshmen, I thought they were interns who entered your hospital for an internship."

   "Learn to be able to tie surgical knots. I see in the operating room every day, and there are very few interns who can actually go to the operating table." Dr. Zhang said loudly.

   "Really?" the lady boss asked.

"It's great that the intern can stand by and help the main surgeon get a retractor. Want to get a scalpel? Want to tie a surgical knot? I'll talk about it after I read the doctor." Dr. Zhang said, "Even if I change the medicine to treat a trauma on weekdays, I don't arrive. The Doctor won't give you this single opportunity either."

   "Understood, no matter how you say this is the National Association." The proprietress opened the truth in one sentence, "The requirements are very strict."

   Not to mention other third-rate hospitals and third-rate medical schools, people can treat patients as guinea pigs to low-level and incompetent training, which is impossible for the National Association.

   What the lady boss said was flattering. Xie Wanying knew that even the National Association would allow potential students to seize the opportunity to practice practical exercises if they had the opportunity. Because medical students do not exercise in the actual environment, it is even less likely to develop courage. On the contrary, Dr. Zhang seems to have a lot of opinions on surgical students. Generally speaking, any clinical teacher would encourage medical students to practice hard, not like this Doctor Zhang trying to beat freshmen. Something weird?

  Since the teacher didn't want to see their newcomers, Xie Wanying left immediately after paying the money.

   With the same prediction, Yue Wen quickly slipped away from the same piece.

   Seeing that the two medical freshmen did not leave a word of flattery to him, Dr. Zhang clapped his hand on the medicine box, not very happy, and said, "Young people nowadays are getting more and more arrogant and their eyes are too high.

   "Yes, yes." The proprietress responded and asked him in a low voice, "Doctor Zhang, the thing I asked just now—"

"What did you say?"

  How could Xie Wanying, who left, know what happened next. There was only one way to go back to school, and I walked with the monitor to the small back door behind the hospital building.

  The iron gate was pushed open, and a tricycle rushed over, shouting: "Get out of the way!"