"Yingying, do you think he is sick?" Li Qian locked his eyes on Zhao Zhaowei's face and said.
Zhao Zhaowei stood up holding on to the handrail of the stairs, his face flushed: "When did I get sick? Don't talk nonsense!"
"Yingying cares about you. And you know that the teachers trust her ability." Li Qian advised classmate Zhao, "Listen to her and find out the reason so you can lose weight."
"I don't want it!" Zhao Zhaowei waved his hand and refused forcefully.
The atmosphere was tense, and arguments among classmates affected each other's feelings. Because of this, Xie Wanying saw something was wrong today, and she and her classmates had to say this.
The reason why Zhao Zhaowei resisted was because if a medical student really got seriously ill, the internship hospital would determine that his physical fitness was not good enough, and he would not have the chance to stay and work in the future.
Doctors are supposed to take care of patients. How can they take care of patients if they are not in good health?
"Treat me early and I'll be better soon." Xie Wanying said four heartfelt words to her classmates.
Zhao Zhaowei's face turned redder, knowing that he had just become emotional, so he changed his words: "I know, I will check it out, Yingying."
Li Qian took the notebook to fan Zhao Zhaowei again. Suddenly he turned around and found someone standing behind them. He was surprised and said: "Who?"
In the silence, someone climbed the stairs to get here. Maybe they saw the three of them blocked halfway up the stairs and couldn't climb up. They didn't ask them to give way, so they stood at the bottom of the steps and waited.
If you look carefully, you can see that he is a young man, not much different in age from the three of them. He has delicate eyebrows and a little curly hair. He is wearing a light pink shirt, which is rare among boys. His light gray trousers with rolled legs are more common in the city.
It's rare. With a light brown briefcase slung over his shoulder, he looks like an artistic young man who stands out from the crowd.
The other person doesn't look like a medical staff member of our hospital. If not, how would you know about this staircase? Could the people outside walking here by mistake be from this hospital?
"I'm going to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department." The other party received their question and answered, with a slightly hoarse voice. He raised his eyes to look at the three of them. In the light coming from the stairwell window, they looked like two mysterious dark brown gems.
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"Are you a patient's family member, going to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department to visit the patient?" Li Qian asked.
This man went to his grandfather's department? Zhao Zhaowei was confused. Seeing that this man's face was so unfamiliar, he was sure that he had never seen it before.
"No, I'm planning to come here for training."
Regulation, training!
These two big characters are shocking.
Regular training means that this person is a medical graduate this year and a medical graduate who wants to stay and work in their hospital!
Senior brothers and sisters have said before that this year there will be zero medical and surgical clinical graduates from the National Association of Medical Colleges staying in their affiliated hospitals.
"Which department of our medical school are you from?" Li Qian asked anxiously, whether the information revealed by his senior brother was wrong.
"Are you medical students from the National Association of China?" The other party looked at the three of them.
"yes."
"They didn't graduate this year."
"We may not graduate until next year." Li Qian thought that he would not know that his doctoral thesis would be passed in one go.
Zhao Zhaowei pulled him back: Why are you talking so much to this stranger? I don’t know who he is.
After hearing their answers, the other party knew this and said: "You definitely didn't graduate this year. There should be no graduates from the National Association of Chinese Medicine who stayed in the Affiliated Hospital of the National Association of Chinese Medicine this year."
"Yes, my senior sister majors in anesthesia, and she stayed." Li Qian retorted loudly, subconsciously not wanting to be underestimated by this person who was a student of their National Association.
