Healing Doctor

Chapter 14 Exam (Part 2)

It seems quite remarkable that a newly arrived reserve resident trainee can receive such favor from a clinical group professor.

In previous years, Dean Zhao would have listened with great interest to Professor Mo's story, and might even have seen this remarkable resident trainee in person.

But this year, his own son was also there. Although the two of them weren't really competing, the sour feeling of seeing someone else's child succeed made Dean Zhao extremely uncomfortable.

This is different from the open and covert struggles he had with others in the courtyard; that was his own biological son!

I can retreat, or I can take revenge like a gentleman; it's never too late, even after ten years.

but!

I can't let my own son suffer!

"Go outside and tell them, the students are taking an exam."

Seeing that Dean Zhao's face had darkened, Director Sun quickly pulled Professor Mo away.

"How long does the exam last? Did you start the exam before you even started work?" Professor Mo asked, still feeling unconvinced.

"Less than fifteen minutes."

"..."

Professor Mo broke free from Director Sun's grasp, turned around to take Ji Xiang's exam paper, and didn't forget to give Dean Zhao a fawning smile before leaving.

Dean Zhao thought for a moment and then went out with them.

Dean Zhao has seen many doctors who are skilled but have terrible basic knowledge; many older generation doctors only have so-so basic knowledge.

I guess this kid named Ji Xiang is the same way.

Stepping out of the examination room, Professor Mo, as eager as if on his wedding night, began to examine Ji Xiang's exam paper.

Dean Zhao was not in a hurry, but carefully considered his attitude.

A vice dean wouldn't lose his composure over a resident trainee.

As for Professor Mo's plan to go to the Science and Education Department to admit the boy named Ji Xiang after he failed the written test... Dean Zhao believed that it should be handled officially to avoid being unfair to other students.

A few dozen seconds later, Dean Zhao made up his mind and subtly told Director Sun before leaving.

During this time, Professor Mo's expression changed repeatedly.

It must have been a haphazard answer; Professor Mo couldn't stand it anymore, and Dean Zhao's expression brightened considerably.

"Impossible," Professor Mo murmured.

"Exams must be taken seriously. We will assess students' basic qualities with a fair, just, and transparent attitude," Dean Zhao said leisurely.

That's enough for now. I'm sure Director Sun will understand.

"You handed in your paper in less than 15 minutes? Director Sun, are you sure?" Professor Mo asked.

"What's there to be uncertain about?"

"Impossible." Professor Mo glanced at it quickly, mainly looking at the final case analysis, and said decisively after finishing.

"How is that impossible?"

"Even our boss might not be able to answer this question correctly. You're telling me that Dr. Ji finished it in less than 15 minutes, handed in his paperwork, and left?!" Professor Mo asked.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone seemed to have lost their minds, and didn't understand Professor Mo's meaning at first glance.

"Hey Mo, did you say Ji got the answer right?"

"Hmm, 15 minutes to finish the exam... Putting aside the time, just for this last question, I think he could lead a team in internal medicine right now."

Dean Zhao raised an eyebrow.

Sending a reserve resident trainee directly to lead a team? That's a joke.

"If it were me, I would definitely give him a zero." The staff member from the Science and Education Department glanced at Ji Xiang's answer, then at Dean Zhao's expression, and echoed with disdain.

"Where are your correct answers? Let me see them."

"Let's go to the conference room," Dean Zhao said calmly.

No one else knew why Dean Zhao was so concerned, but since the dean had given instructions, everyone quickly went to the conference room, and the staff member from the Science and Education Department also brought the correct answer.

The first part consists of multiple-choice questions, which are of moderate difficulty and can be guessed.

Why choose the shortest of three long and one short, or the longest of three short and one long? The worst is choosing C for all of them.

Such mnemonics are not uncommon.

However, as Director Sun checked the correct answers one by one, his expression subtly changed over time.

All the answers are correct; not a single one is wrong!

Not a single one was wrong!

That's impossible, absolutely impossible!

After reviewing all the multiple-choice answers, Director Sun was quite puzzled.

He subconsciously felt that it was impossible for everything to be correct; something must have gone wrong.

The question was one I created myself, and it was extremely difficult.

This was also a show of force, letting these reserve trainees know their own limitations.

After you've made them cry during the exam, their attitude will be much more humble when you go to the clinic.

However, whether it was a single-choice or multiple-choice question, Ji Xiang did not get a single answer wrong.

How is that possible!

Director Sun was somewhat dazed. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Director Sun, what's going on?" Dean Zhao asked.

"All the answers are correct."

Dean Zhao remained silent, more curious about the dazzling performance of this young man named Ji Xiang.

"See what I told you?" Professor Mo said, rubbing his hands together as if he had found a treasure.

"It was a guess," Director Sun said firmly.

"You managed to guess all those multiple-choice questions correctly?" Professor Mo replied unhappily, as if Director Sun had jumped into a well with his own child in his arms.

"There's still a chance," Director Sun said. "I estimate the average score for this test will be around 30 points, and that's mostly from the easy multiple-choice questions at the beginning. Starting with the multiple-answer questions, it's even harder than the postgraduate entrance exam."

"That's your opinion," Professor Mo muttered. "I've seen the case analysis later on."

Dean Zhao moved closer, and several department heads and Professor Mo all politely stepped aside to make room for Dean Zhao.

Dean Zhao picked up Ji Xiang's exam paper. He didn't look at the multiple-choice questions, but went straight to the last big question—the most difficult case analysis.

An MRI image suddenly appeared before their eyes, and Dean Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing it.

This is an MRI of the lower leg, but the problem area is not the bone, muscle, or ligaments.

A huge abscess came into view.

MD!

"Has Director Sun gone mad? He actually found this case to test resident trainees," Dean Zhao cursed inwardly.

But then Dean Zhao remembered the concise answer on his WeChat and immediately understood what Director Sun meant.

His expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded slightly.

This is the information of a patient admitted to the Second Affiliated Hospital two years ago.

The patient almost died in the ICU. After five hospital-wide consultations, the problem was narrowly resolved.

Let alone resident trainees, even clinical professors who are in charge of clinical groups wouldn't be able to answer this case on the first try.

This is the truth, Dean Zhao took a deep breath.

He didn't comment on Director Sun's behavior, but instead started reading the question.

The patient, a 46-year-old male, was admitted to the hospital due to "redness, swelling, heat and pain in the left calf for 22 days".

The following description is simple yet detailed, almost a replay of the headaches that plagued various departments at the time.

After completing the relevant examinations, aspiration and drainage are performed to remove pus; these are all routine procedures.

However, the problem arose after the puncture.

The patient was supposed to recover gradually after the pus was drained, and local rinsing would suffice. However, on the second day after the procedure, the patient developed an extremely dangerous electrolyte imbalance, with sodium levels dropping to 2.2 mmol/L.

The sodium ion level was critically low, and no amount of supplementation could bring it up. Back then, this problem stumped experts and professors from various departments.

The things that Dean Zhao personally experienced now seem so familiar and endearing.

He read through the text word by word, and at the end, the case analysis question posed the question: what kind of treatment should be given to the patient?

Below, the thin gold style of calligraphy is simple and beautiful, so simple that it made Dean Zhao furious.

Human serum albumin 10g once daily via intravenous infusion + furosemide 20mg three times daily via intravenous push.

This was Ji Xiang's answer, and it was also the answer given by many experts, professors, and directors after several failures.

Dean Zhao carefully read Ji Xiang's answer three times.

He couldn't even believe his eyes, and like Director Sun, he rubbed his eyes hard to make sure that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

The concise answer was just like the doctor's order from back then, and it was exactly the answer that Director Sun sent to me via WeChat.

For a fleeting moment, Dean Zhao even suspected that Director Sun had sent the answers to two people: himself and the student who had handed in the paper early!

The answer given by the student named Ji Xiang is correct.

But the difference was that back then, after the doctor gave the prescription, no one knew if it would work. It wasn't until the next day when the patient's blood sodium returned to normal that everyone was relieved.

However, two years later, during the entrance exam for resident trainees, Ji Xiang's answer was right there.

Not a word more, not a word less, it's exactly the standard answer.

If it weren't for Director Sun personally setting the questions, and no one ever asking them before, he would have suspected that Ji Xiang already knew what the test would be about.

but!

Even if you know what the test will be about, it won't help; this question is incredibly difficult.

Don't be fooled by how simple the answer seems; back then, countless experts and professors lost their hair trying to solve it.

"I know about this; this is the doctor's order from back then," Professor Mo said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

His voice trembled slightly, and even the most dull-witted person would realize that they had struck gold, before anyone else had even noticed.

"He couldn't possibly answer correctly," Director Sun stubbornly insisted.

"This isn't a multiple-choice question where you can guess," Professor Mo said. "The treatment instructions are clearly written out, yet you still won't admit it."

"How could a resident trainee possibly..."

Director Sun's words echoed the thoughts of everyone else: how could a resident trainee possibly handle such a complex case?

As for how long Ji Xiang took, that's not important. The most crucial point is that Director Sun didn't provide enough conditions!

Even with all the necessary documents, the experts and leading figures at the Second Affiliated Hospital couldn't confidently say the patient would definitely recover. Yet, a resident trainee, using incomplete data, gave the correct answer!

Don't joke around!

There are indeed geniuses in this world, but there are absolutely no geniuses of this caliber!

If Ji Xiang is that amazing, why would he need standardized residency training?

"He definitely didn't guess," Professor Mo said firmly. "Yesterday, Ji Xiang... Dr. Ji assisted me in 12 surgeries. No, I assisted him. At the time, I thought his skill level was very high, no worse than mine."

Everyone stared in astonishment.

Professor Mo's level is already extremely high, I never expected him to give Ji Xiang such a high evaluation!

"But after thinking it over carefully last night and calling each patient again, I believe he performed the surgery better than I did."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

The glasses shattered on the floor.

Whose prodigy is this?!

(End of this chapter)