Such days lasted for about a week, with dressing changes in the morning and surgery in the afternoon. Perhaps with Pan Xiangnian's approval, Bai Ye participated in every operation recently. No matter who the patient was, Bai Ye followed suit.
Most of Bai Ye completes the final stitching.
He Xiaoming originally followed Chang Liqiang in the surgery, but after that, he spent most of the time standing aside and watching, without even being given surgical clothes. This was the so-called learning by watching but not allowed to do anything.
But on the other hand, Bai Ye is basically like a doctor now, working from beginning to end. Even the final sutures are done by Bai Ye himself.
This made He Xiaoming very uncomfortable. Even though everyone was a graduate student, why was he still standing there as a bystander, while Bai Ye could already chat and laugh with the director and doctors?
The National Day holiday is coming soon, and everyone has begun to discuss the National Day shift arrangement. It is enough to have only one doctor on duty every day. Of course, the second-line shift is not included.
Bai Ye looked at his dressing change task: 72/200. If there were only Song Jie's patients, it would be too early to complete the task. Now that he finally had this opportunity, Bai Ye didn't want to let it go.
So Bai Ye said: "I won't be going home during the National Day. I can help change the dressing."
As soon as Bai Ye's words came out, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up. After all, Bai Ye's level was obvious to all. Bai Ye's dressing-changing skills had been praised by the director.
Pan Xiangnian looked at Bai Ye thoughtfully and smiled: "Aren't you going home?"
Bai Ye shook his head: "We won't be returning for the National Day."
With Bai Ye's help, it is obviously much easier to work alone. There are relatively more male surgeons. The relationship between men does not require too many words. They all looked at Bai Ye with thanks.
The interns around him looked at Bai Ye in surprise, as did He Xiaoming, who looked at Bai Ye strangely.
Pan Xiangnian nodded, glanced at Bai Ye with approval, turned around and was about to leave, suddenly remembered something, and said: "There will be a World Anorectal Convention in Tokyo in mid-October. Bai Ye can attend it with me."
As soon as Pan Xiangnian's words came out, everyone's eyes widened.
The World Anorectal Annual Conference is an academic feast. Although the trainees are all graduate students and many are not majoring in anorectal medicine, such an international annual conference will be a bonus for any future evaluation.
Moreover, this annual meeting is still in Tokyo, and it is a waste of public money. This kind of opportunity is rare. It can not only increase your knowledge, but also travel. It will also be a very honorable thing to talk about in the future.
Song Jie, Chang Liqiang and others were also stunned for a moment. There are not many places for such international academic conferences. Each hospital only has one or two. They have also been taken out by the director, which can gain a lot of knowledge, especially for those new technologies.
and new technologies and medical guidelines, you can gain more by going out to such an annual meeting than by staying in school for an extra year or two.
When Bai Ye heard Director Pan's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, experience copy!
In Bai Ye's eyes, any meeting is a rare experience and task copy.
It's just... in Tokyo! Hey, I don't know what to wear when I go there. After all, the Internet says that Tokyo is very hot. Is it hot or not... Bai Ye fell into deep thought.
After Pan Xiangnian finished speaking, he walked out of the office first.
Song Jie came over, looked at Bai Ye, and smiled: "You're not bad, kid, you can catch the eye of the director."
Bai Ye smiled and said nothing, while the people around him cast envious glances.
He Xiaoming felt very uncomfortable. Why didn't he want to participate in such an international academic conference? Although it was only a conference for the Department of Anorectal Medicine, this was also an opportunity.
After October, more and more disciplines begin to hold annual meetings, and there will be more and more opportunities in the future.
In the afternoon, Bai Ye received a call from Zhou Mao.
"Hello? Xiaoye, I've arrived in Kyoto. How about we have dinner together tonight?"
Bai Ye smiled: "No problem, where is Dean Zhou?"
Zhou Mao shook his head: "In the future, Dean Zhou will not be able to bark randomly."
Bai Ye was stunned: "What's going on? Are you going to be promoted to vice principal?"
Zhou Mao chuckled: "Where are you? I'll pick you up later."
The two made an appointment, and Bai Ye was waiting at the entrance of the hospital. Not long after, a Land Cruiser with the prefix "Jin" stopped beside Bai Ye.
This was Zhou Mao's car. After Bai Ye got in the car, he smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, why didn't you change the car?"
Zhou Mao smiled: "It's nice to have a car. Come on, I'll take you to eat something good."
The two of them arrived at a nice hotel and ordered a few dishes.
Zhou Mao said: "I am ready to resign."
Bai Ye was a little confused by Zhou Mao's words: "Resign? You are already the dean, why do you want to resign? Uncle Zhou, you have to be careful!"
Zhou Mao smiled and shook his head: "I am 49 years old. If I am at the highest level of vice principal in the school, and then go up... I will definitely have no chance."
"After I retire, I will raise birds, write books and drink tea. This is not the life I want."
Everyone has their own ambitions, and Bai Ye also understood that. He listened quietly to Zhou Mao's words without interrupting.
Zhou Mao took a sip of tea and sighed: "I want to start a business, and I want to make medicine. I have told my family about this, and they all support me."
"I can't spend my whole life selling patents. I also want to make something of my own. Otherwise, I will regret it a hundred years later, so I want to start a business."
Bai Ye nodded: "I also believe you can definitely do it."
Zhou Mao smiled and said seriously: "Are you interested in joining? I'm not just looking for you today to catch up on old times, I want to cooperate with you."
Bai Ye was silent. He had been thinking about this problem from the beginning. Zhou Mao is a talent, and a rare talent. After so many years of operation, using the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine as a platform, he has a mature channel and chain.
The two chatted for a long time about this issue, and Bai Ye returned to the dormitory after eleven o'clock.
Why Bai Ye is so interested is actually because Bai Ye himself has the same idea. He has many things, and if he wants to bring them to society and the market, he must have a company as a medium.
Selling patents is never a long-term thing. Undoubtedly, Zhou Mao's words aroused Bai Ye's interest.
What Zhou Mao meant was that a pharmaceutical group in Kyoto, called Check and Balance Pharmaceutical Group, was about to go bankrupt. Taking over at this time would undoubtedly be quicker than starting a business.
Zhou Mao has been paying attention to this matter for a long time. This pharmaceutical group has been restructured three times and is finally taking action.
But the price was not low. Zhou Mao tried his best to raise more than 30 million yuan, and this group needed at least 300 million yuan.
After returning, Bai Ye called Boss Bai and Tang Han and inquired about Checks and Balance Pharmaceuticals.
After all, Boss Bai has always been very well-informed, and Tang Han, as a local snake, has a very terrifying network of connections, so with the help of these two people, Bai Ye felt that he might be able to have a more comprehensive understanding of this company.
It's National Day these days, and the school is fine. After all, Zhou Mao hasn't resigned yet. He's living in Kyoto and wants to make contact with the Check and Balance Group in the past few days.