Chinese medicine: When you do things to the extreme

Chapter 9 Super High Standards (Please collect and read)

Monday, 11:47 AM.

At the door of the orthopedic outpatient clinic of the First Affiliated Department of Hengda University, Zhou Yanqing was wearing a short-sleeved white coat with black, dark green, and red signing pens hanging side by side on his left chest. He pushed the door of the clinic open with his left hand, stretched his head out, looked around, and walked back: "Master, there are no new or follow-up patients outside."

"For those who are still undergoing inspection, it is estimated that they will have to wait until the afternoon to get the inspection results."

Gong Yicheng stood with his hands clasped above his head, and moved his buttocks to the front edge of the yellow painted wooden chair. He closed his eyes, pulled his chin down, and twisted his whole body left and right like a shrimp to stretch. He tilted his head to the right and then straightened it: "Wait a little longer, I'll get off work on time at 12 o'clock."

As he spoke, he picked up the water cup in front of his right hand and gestured to Zhou Yanqing.

Zhou Yanqing understood, took the thermos cup, walked to the drinking water machine in the clinic, turned his head, and asked with a smile: "Master, last time you said you would inquire about the special channel for hand surgery at Xiangya Hospital. Did you find out? Are the standards very high?"

With the number of articles Zhou Yanqing has now, it would be a waste of time to follow the ordinary application and assessment system.

If you want to study for a Ph.D. with an SCI paper in zone 3 and an ordinary meta-analysis article, it’s better to just read it in a dream!
Gong Yi's face was covered with mottled traces of time. The corners of his mouth twitched for a while, and he wanted to say something but stopped himself several times. He just looked at Zhou Yanqing's handsome face, whose eyes were clear and lively, full of indomitable spirit, and sighed softly.

"Do you really want to listen to it?"

At this moment, Zhou Yanqing transferred the water cup to the normal temperature water interface, pursed his chin, nodded seriously, and looked solemn. He was obviously prepared to be shocked or even scared.

Gong Yi also nodded and said slowly: "Zhu Qin was not outstanding in his class. He barely reached the lower-middle standard of doctoral graduation from Xiangya Hospital."

Zhou Yanqing's face gradually fell and his face twitched.

But it was also expected that the PhD from Xiangya Hospital failed to stay in the top tertiary hospitals, or even in the Provincial People's Hospital, Provincial Cancer Hospital, or Shashi Central Hospital, but instead came to the First Affiliated Hospital of Hengda University. This actually explains something.

"Zhu Qin was able to study for a doctorate because he took the 'less work' plan. You don't need to pay too much attention to what this thing is."

"The assessment standards for the doctoral admission program at Xiangya Hospital are even higher than Zhu Qin's current professional capabilities."

"Take suturing for example. Hand surgery requires that you sew up the stretched cuff properly, which means you must at least meet the standard for tendon suturing."

"For incision, the tofu needs to be cut into thin slices of a preset irregular thickness. In addition, there are hemostasis, tendon suturing, debridement, etc., all of which have relatively high standards. Let me explain them to you in detail..."

Zhou Yanqing took the water and walked towards Gong Yi, his legs began to shake unconsciously. Zhou Yanqing tried hard not to get angry, so he didn't show any special expression. He looked calm on the surface, but deep down, he was already in a storm.

Tendon suturing is the goal that Li Zhong, the attending physician in the group, is striving for, but in the special channel assessment for professional doctoral students at Xiangya Hospital, it is only the entry standard...

The attending physician, Li Zhong, graduated from the First Affiliated Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University with a master's degree five years ago. At that time, the recruitment standards of the First Affiliated Hospital of Hengda were not as high as they are now, and it was not the norm to only recruit PhDs.

Li Zhong has been here for five years now...

Zhou Yanqing smacked his lips: "Master, the standard is set so high, can...can anyone get through it?"

Gong Yi raised his voice several degrees after hearing this: "Yanqing, do you think this standard is set here for people to easily overcome? Do you think that a doctoral supervisor is a technician and you can change him if you are not satisfied?"

"Those who have a professional doctoral degree authorization point may not necessarily have a clinical medicine doctoral degree authorization point, and may not necessarily have a hand surgery doctoral supervisor..."

"If you want to study for a doctorate, the options are actually very limited! Not all teaching hospitals are qualified to train doctoral students in hand surgery!" Gong Yi's voice was heavy and powerful. Zhou Yanqing could only look at his teacher. Big eyes stared at small eyes, handsome face facing old face.

After staring at each other for about 30 seconds, Gong Yi was the first to react: "It's not easy to be selected as a doctoral supervisor. In the orthopedics department of our hospital, there is only one doctoral supervisor, Director Chen of the Department of Joint Surgery."

"So, Xiao Zhou, it's not easy to freely choose your doctoral supervisor!"

"And the conventional doctoral application assessment system requires a certain amount of articles...so Master doesn't know how to tell you about this."

"If I had not gotten a provincial-level project and the project funding was higher, with your qualifications, perhaps you could have published a few more articles..." Gong Yi actually felt a little guilty.

Zhou Yanqing took a deep breath, put down the thermos cup, and said softly: "Master, it's okay. Xiangya Hospital is not the affiliated hospital of Peking Union Medical College Kyoto University. Their doctoral examination is not in September, which is about to take place. The registration time in previous years is around January!"

"The assessment will be in March or April, which is still seven or eight months away."

"Are there any doctoral supervisors in hand surgery? I'll look for the announcements one by one and read them slowly..."

The structure of the Medical Hall is very neat and the levels are clearly defined.

A young master's degree holder from an ordinary family with ordinary qualifications has very few options for advancement...

"That's all we can do. We'll just walk and see."

"You now need to graduate, work, and study for a doctorate. Naturally, with the number and level of articles you have published and the research topics you have worked on, you will have no problem graduating. The thesis for your graduation defense can be the SCI paper you have published."

"As for work, I suggest you find a place to work first, so that if you can't get a doctorate, you still have a way out. If Heng City doesn't work, you can go to Lei City People's Hospital for a temporary transfer, or go to Hengda Hospital affiliated to Hengda University, which is in Hengshan County."

"You can also try the City Central Hospital. Try it more. No one stipulates that you can't study for a doctorate after getting a job offer. Even if you have signed a contract and you leave to continue your studies, the hospital will not dare to stop you..."

Gong Yi gave careful instructions.

"Okay. Okay, Master." Zhou Yanqing responded calmly.

Gong Yi raised his left hand and looked at his watch: "It's exactly 12 o'clock, let's get off work. I have to go home to eat today, you can take care of it yourself..."

When Zhou Yanqing visited Gong Yi in the outpatient clinic, Gong Yi would always treat Zhou Yanqing to a meal.

Zhou Yanqing nodded: "Okay, Master, you go back first. I'll clean up the clinic, turn off the computer and go to eat. I'll come to the clinic on time at 2 o'clock in the afternoon to help..."

After Gong Yi left, Zhou Yanqing continued to slowly clean up the slightly messy computer desk in the clinic: waste paper, medical records that patients had forgotten about, registration forms and payment invoices thrown on the desk.

Waste paper is put into the basket, medical records are organized, and if no one comes to pick them up for a week, they are thrown away directly. Registration forms are stuck together. This is the teacher’s hard work fee. The payment invoices are organized. If no one comes to pick them up for two weeks, they are thrown away directly...

Zhou Yanqing was in a slightly depressed mood, and there was no emotional trash can to dump it into.

(End of this chapter)