Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital Chapter 426 - 365: The Interns Have Arrived!

The next day.

8:10 AM.

Zhao Heng arrived at the hospital, changed into his white coat, and sat in the associate director’s office, thinking about today’s work schedule.

Just as he was entering, Zhao Heng encountered Liu Xuedong, the head of the dical departnt, who ntioned that the interns would be arriving in the morning, several days earlier than expected.

Moreover, this batch was assigned to six interns, so basically, each doctor had to ntor two interns.

With the interns arriving, Zhao Heng naturally had to give a talk. He couldn’t just bluntly say, "Welco, just work hard," or sothing like that, could he?

Besides, interns aren’t like fellows or resident doctors; so many people compete for one slot to stay in the hospital. Interns are just here to familiarize themselves with the hospital environnt, follow senior doctors to see patients, write dical records, and get on the surgery table just to do suturing or retracting.

Thinking about this, Zhao Heng recalled his own ti as an intern, when he truly felt non-existent. In the hospital where he interned, interns even had to help senior doctors write up dical records, and it was ridiculous because they had to buy the A4 paper for the records themselves.

And there was another infuriating thing—because I was bullied during my internship, when it’s my turn to boss around interns, I’ve got to give them a hard ti too, otherwise, it’s like losing out.

In the hospital, senior doctors used one phrase on interns: exploit their value to the maximum, have them buy als, deliver orders, transport blood, pick up dication; all sorts of odd jobs were the interns’ tasks.

The aim was to get a good review from the senior doctors in the internship log at the end of the internship.

This review was crucial for graduation and job hunting.

With the job market being so competitive, certain hospital HR departnts might choose not to hire you just upon seeing a negative review from a senior doctor in the internship log.

Besides, when Zhao Heng graduated, everyone exchanged internship experiences, and he realized that although he had worked hard as an intern, at least he had learned sothing.

But so classmates told Zhao Heng that during their internship, a week went by without them even getting an access card or a locker.

The departnt head showed no friendliness towards interns, and they felt like even talking to an intern was a waste of ti.

The worst was when the teaching team leader didn’t even want to speak to the intern, saying just one thing on the first day: "For any questions, ask the previous intern."

In such an environnt, if a teaching doctor is willing to ntor you or even instruct you on work, that was considered very good. The most dreadful thing was being completely ignored; when you greeted the teacher, they simply didn’t acknowledge you.

In the departnt, sotis interns could only chat with other interns or the cleaning lady who was also there for sotis a chat.

Internships provided no salary, no allowances, and those who lived far away had a commute that could last one or two hours. Renting accommodations had to co from their own pocket, even having to pay an internship fee.

Rotating through various departnts for odd jobs, if eting good teachers, they learn more; if not, it’s just endless grunt work.

In the dical field, it’s exploitation, it’s universally acknowledged as working illegally!

Speaking of the bloody history of internships, that would take three days and nights to finish telling.

Zhao Heng was pondering this matter when Liu ng walked into the office.

"Director?"

Seeing Zhao Heng in thought, Liu ng cautiously tested the waters.

"Dr. Liu, what’s up?"

Zhao Heng looked up and asked Liu ng.

Actually, Liu ng was quite pretty, with a good body proportion and skin; her deanor was of the capable type, definitely a career-oriented woman at first glance.

Liu ng was really invested now, whether it was the work or the ward and Zhao Heng, she was very thoughtful about them.

"Director, the interns will be arriving soon."

Liu ng said.

"How many in this batch?"

Zhao Heng asked.

"Not many, six in total, five clinical and one anesthesiology."

Liu ng continued.

"That’s quite few for anesthesiology, just one. Our center is for anesthesia and perioperative care; though we’re receiving patients now, anesthesia is a basic skill."

Zhao Heng frowned as he spoke; learning anesthesia indeed has a low enrollnt.

Currently in the ward, doctors like Liu ng and Li Yang, who have spent ti in ergency, also know anesthesia, as it’s broadly applicable.

Generally speaking, the center’s anesthesiologists are enough, and there’s no need to divert personnel to the ward, considering the serious patients we have now.

"There are naturally few studying anesthesia."

Liu ng said.

"Which dical colleges are they from?"

Zhao Heng asked again.

"Mostly from Boya dical College."

Liu ng replied.

"Ah, so they’re all alumni."

Zhao Heng’s brows relaxed, and he felt better instantly.

After all, he graduated from Boya dical College, and seeing junior classmates admitted, he feels a sense of continuation.

Boya dical College is regarded as a top-tier dical school in North City, even nationwide, otherwise, Zhao Heng might not have landed a job at Eastern Hospital as a dical device handler.

"Yes, all juniors."

Liu ng smiled slightly as she spoke; she too ca from Boya, and seeing her juniors naturally made her happy.

As for the bad practices so senior hospital doctors have towards interns, at least those don’t seem present in this ward now.