Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital Chapter 3: Favored by a Big Shot

"Hmm, very good."

Song Siming nodded. He had confidence in this surgery, but age was not on his side. Although his skills and experience had reached their peak, his body couldn’t keep up.

Next was the washing of the abdominal cavity, closing up, and suturing.

After the surgery was over and the patient was sent back to the ward, the doctors in the operating room took off their scrubs. Only then did Song Siming look at the ID badge on Zhao Heng’s chest and say, "Xiao Zhao, you did very well today."

He paused for a mont, sowhat puzzled, and asked, "With your skills, why are you working as an instrunt nurse in the hospital?"

Song Siming had noticed Zhao Heng’s performance earlier. Whether it was the professional knowledge required to diagnose the rare external iliac artery bleeding or the solid basics needed for artery suturing, Zhao Heng was overqualified for such a technical job as an instrunt nurse.

The task of an instrunt nurse is simple—preparing the right dical instrunts for the scheduled surgery. This kind of work requires no deep technical knowledge, just a basic understanding of dicine. A graduate from a junior college or even a vocational school could do it.

Upon hearing Song Siming’s words, Zhao Heng gave a wry smile and said, "Director, I’m just a bachelor’s degree holder. Although I passed the licensing exam, the threshold at the hospital is too high."

"That is true."

Hearing this, Song Siming nodded thoughtfully.

The threshold of Eastern Hospital was indeed very high. To beco an official doctor, one generally needed a doctoral degree. So departnts lowered the requirent slightly, but at least a master’s degree was still necessary.

A bachelor’s degree was indeed sowhat inadequate, no wonder Zhao Heng could only work as an instrunt nurse.

dicine is a highly specialized field, and now academic qualifications are becoming increasingly competitive.

Song Siming looked at Zhao Heng again. At this mont, Zhao Heng exuded a stable deanor, neither arrogant nor impetuous. Coupled with his earlier performance, Song Siming couldn’t help but have a thought in his mind.

Such an excellent young man, just working as an instrunt nurse, seed like a waste.

But the current high demand for academic qualifications in the hospital was too extre. If Zhao Heng had a master’s degree, there would be options, but his bachelor’s degree was indeed too low.

Suddenly, an idea crossed Song Siming’s mind. Maybe he could give this hardworking young man an opportunity?

However, opportunities can’t be given away so easily.

After thinking about it, Song Siming said to Zhao Heng, "Xiao Zhao, with your skills, it’s a waste for you to be an instrunt nurse. How about this: there’s recently been a shortage of surgical doctors, and I’ll talk to the operating room. You can be an assistant for ergency surgeries, specifically assisting with them, and stop doing the instrunt nurse work for now."

Song Siming had thought about a new policy recently introduced by the hospital: assigning an assistant to each director, also known as a director’s assistant. This assistant would help share and coordinate the director’s work.

And the hiring for the director’s assistant position was decided autonomously by each departnt director, so it wasn’t included in the official system, aning academic requirents weren’t as strict.

However, even though Zhao Heng had left a good impression on Song Siming, the position of director’s assistant was not easy to give away. Placing Zhao Heng in the operating room for further observation was necessary. If Zhao Heng consistently perford as well as today, giving him an opportunity was not out of the question.

This was Song Siming’s current thought.

Upon hearing Song Siming’s words, a hint of joy appeared on Zhao Heng’s face, and a warm current surged in his heart.

It was too difficult. In an international tropolis like North City, getting an opportunity was indeed too hard!

"Thank you, Director."

Zhao Heng hurriedly said.

"Work hard."

Song Siming didn’t say much more, patting Zhao Heng’s shoulder to encourage him.

For him, this was a small matter.

At Eastern Hospital, he was the director of the ergency departnt and also the permanent vice president of the Ergency dical Society. Many young people aspired to catch his eye and earn his favor.

It can be said that getting close to Song Siming guaranteed success in both work and academic endeavors, even helping with promotions.

But Song Siming had high standards, and it’s not known that he has ever given special regard to any young doctor.

The challenges Song Siming’s generation faced when they were young were unmatched by today’s young people. It was normal that no young doctor had yet caught his interest.

The surgery was completed, and everyone left the operating room.

Attending physician Li Yang looked at Zhao Heng with a complicated expression and, after a mont, said, "In the future, you’ll be specializing in assisting with ergency surgeries in the operating room. I hope you can maintain this level of performance."

Li Yang’s words had a hint of frustration; today, Zhao Heng had indeed taken the spotlight from him.

But more than that, he genuinely hoped Zhao Heng could maintain this level of performance.

Ergency surgeries are not only urgent but also difficult, with many unpredictable factors. No one can guarantee that everything will be perfect every ti. Therefore, every surgeon hopes to have a highly skilled assistant who can step up in critical monts. But where can you find such a capable person willing to be an assistant?

It’s rare and hard to find.

Most ergency surgeries are completed by attending physicians. Only challenging ones like today’s involve the director. In the future, Zhao Heng would likely be assisting him.

The operating room is a place where skills speak louder than anything else. Here, it’s like a battlefield where life and death are decided in monts, and jealousy has no place. Everyone hopes you are as strong as possible.

After speaking, Li Yang left. Today, Zhao Heng had indeed caused him so embarrassnt; he needed so ti alone to cool down.

"With your level of skill, why didn’t you show it before?"

Xu Man Ni looked at Zhao Heng, a bit confused, and asked.

Could this really be an instance of playing the fool to trick the wise?

"I couldn’t even get a chance to be on a surgical team before."

Zhao Heng said helplessly.

If he’d had a system before, he would have taken off long ago!

Zhao Heng complained inwardly.

"That’s true."

Xu Man Ni suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Zhao Heng. In such a big city as North City, there are many talented people who are not recognized!

She was a native of North City. This struggle faced by people from small towns trying to establish themselves was sothing she found hard to truly comprehend.

"Cheer up and keep working hard."

Xu Man Ni encouraged Zhao Heng before leaving the operating room.

Although Zhao Heng’s performance amazed her today, in her heart, Zhao Heng, coming from a small place, and herself, a North City native with property and connections, would always be from two different worlds.

After leaving the operating room, Zhao Heng ca to the resting area. Just as he was about to change out of his work clothes and go off duty, the OR director Xu Wenqiang ca in, looked at Zhao Heng with surprise in his eyes, paused, and said to Zhao Heng, "Xiao Zhao, today’s performance was impressive. I hadn’t noticed before."

"Thank you, Director."

Zhao Heng replied formally.

Being a director of the OR at Eastern Hospital was not sothing achieved easily. So, Zhao Heng thought it wise to be cautious with those who had background and cunning.

"Director Song spoke to . You won’t need to do instrunt work anymore, just focus on assisting with ergency surgeries."

Seeing Zhao Heng’s calm deanor, Xu Wenqiang continued nonchalantly.

For him, this was a minor thing. It was necessary to give Song Siming this bit of face.

Moreover, there were rumors in the hospital that Song Siming was likely to win the vice-president election this ti.

"Work well, learn from Director Song, he’s an expert in the field."

Without waiting for Zhao Heng to respond, Xu Wenqiang casually encouraged him.

For soone specially looked after by Song Siming, Xu Wenqiang didn’t mind extending so goodwill. Initially, he was curious why Song Siming, known for being unapproachable, would favor soone in particular, so he ca personally to deliver the ssage to see Zhao Heng for himself.

But now it seed that aside from being sowhat good-looking like many young people, Zhao Heng didn’t appear particularly different.

"I will, Director."

Zhao Heng replied calmly.

Despite the calm tone, Zhao Heng felt a sense of relief and hope.

Once he changed out of his scrubs and left the operating room, Zhao Heng felt a mixture of emotions.

Living in North City wasn’t easy. Even with his bachelor’s degree and a dical license, he could only do the low-skilled work of an instrunt nurse.

Zhao Heng had originally planned that if he couldn’t find another opportunity, he would go ho.

Returning ho to work in a community hospital and marrying a so-so wife might also have been an okay life.

But Zhao Heng couldn’t be content with that. At ho, he was seen as a golden child among relatives, but in North City, he was just one of many struggling expatriates.

Leaving the hospital, after an hour on the subway, Zhao Heng returned to his rented small room in the urban village. He thought about the future for a while before quickly falling asleep.