Great doctors start with pediatrics

It wasn't just Zuo Zhenxing who spent the whole night pondering the other side's meaning.

Zhang Lianren was also considering Zuo Zhenxing's meaning.

Who is this person?! They inexplicably sent me a smiling tiger emoji.

Although the content clearly indicates that the intention is to avoid intimidating the students, to teach them properly, and then to make a small joke.

The old-fashioned Zuo Zhenxing always liked to make some very awkward jokes.

But does Laurent really need to impress you with his own abilities?

I almost lost face there.

Showing off, pure and simple showing off!

He wanted to show off because he had gained a prized student.

Isn't what Zuo Zhenxing is sending now considered showing off?

Old man!

Although Zuo Zhenxing had always taken care of the doctors in the hospital, Zhang Lianren was furious at the thought of Laurent's rise to prominence and Zuo Zhenxing's behavior.

Both of them, one big and one small, are so good at pretending.

Laurent also said that he was quite skilled, but was that really skillful?

Be careful, or I might stop consulting with your pediatric surgery department. We'll see who removes your catheter then.

After all, we're all licensed doctors; isn't using a urinary catheter a basic skill?!

Zhang Lianren considered the worst punishment he could possibly inflict.

Similarly, Zuo Zhenxing did not understand Zhang Lianren's ideas.

……

Laurent and his two companions returned to the hospital by car in the morning.

Although they are called students, medical students pursuing a professional master's degree are, in a sense, more like having a profession and a job.

Other professions may not recognize themselves as a career until they reach a doctoral level, but doctors must face work pressure during their professional master's studies.

Although academic master's degrees are an option, given the current employment pressure, medical students with academic master's degrees will have to wait at least three years to enter the workforce, making professional master's degrees a very necessary choice.

Therefore, in terms of academics, professional master's students often have to rely on self-study and find opportunities to work overtime between school and hospital to complete their studies and experiments.

However, none of this concerns Laurent.

He's currently in the car and has just finished studying diagnostics; he's ready to start studying surgery.

"arrive."

Qiu Chen jumped out of the car, and Pan Jiujiang followed closely behind.

"By the way, Laurent, aren't you bringing your gift?"

Qiu Chen looked at Laurent and asked.

This gift was prepared on behalf of Laurent.

His family wasn't short of money, so he and Pan Jiujiang thought it was a good thing to help their roommates out a little.

After all, Laurent's public identity has always been that of an orphan from a welfare home.

Laurent shook his head: "The teacher went to perform scalpel surgery. I've been doing clinical observation in pediatric urology these past two days."

"Okay, good that you understand."

Seeing the situation, they didn't say much more: "By the way, if you meet that expert in pediatrics, remember to learn from him and don't be so gloomy every day."

Laurent left with a smile.

He chose not to go public, so he'll wait until he has a big show to put on a show later.

That's the kind of capriciousness that comes with having a cheat code.

He walked to the pediatric urology break room.

Aside from the other doctors and nurses, Zhang Lianren and his two classmates, one fat and one thin, were sitting furtively in the corner.

"Yes, yes, we can start the needle here and speed it up."

"Your tubal ligation won't work!"

"Still want to surpass Laurent? How can we urologists let someone else outdo us on our own turf!"

"Sew-ups are the same for everyone, no, your angle is wrong..."

"Everyone stand up and watch the teacher operate, and help the teacher see where it can be optimized."

The three of them huddled together, holding bananas, and began sewing.

Laurent walked behind them without them noticing.

"Teacher Zhang."

Laurent called out softly.

"what?"

Zhang Lianren quickly turned around, and the three of them hurriedly stuffed the bananas in their hands behind their backs to hide them, which was quite comical.

"What are you doing, Teacher Zhang?" Laurent asked, pretending not to know.

A slight smile lingered on his lips.

Once he finishes learning about medicine, he'll lack nothing!

"No, it's nothing."

The chubby student could have hidden the banana better, but he couldn't hide his embarrassment: "We're just eating fruit, Laurent, would you like some?"

The chubby student took out a banana as he spoke.

The huge bananas have now been peeled.

The skin that had been peeled off was then roughly sewn back together with two threads.

"No, no need."

Laurent waved his hand in refusal: "If Teacher Zhang and the two students have any questions about the suturing technique, they can come to me for help."

The air was even colder than in Northeast China, where temperatures were below freezing.

Laurent quickly added, trying to smooth things over, "Let's all make progress together."

Okay, he fooled me again.

Zhang Lianyi and his two companions had been working hard all morning, hoping to find an opportunity to surpass Laurent.

Even if you don't surpass them, at least don't make yourself look too embarrassing.

The three of them had been messaging each other in their work group last night, conspiring to do their plan this morning, but they never expected that the person involved would see it.

What are you doing at the hospital so early, you resident trainee?

"But I doubt anyone will be getting Laurent's stitches today."

Zhang Lianren comforted the two students, one fat and one thin, saying, "You'll have your chance to try it out then."

"Do your best."

Zhang Lianren offered a word of encouragement and then prepared to leave.

But suddenly a middle-aged woman in her thirties knocked on the door and came in: "Hello, is Dr. Zhang Lianren here?"

Medical disputes? It doesn't sound like it.

The patient's family expressed their gratitude? To be honest, this kind of situation is not common in pediatric urology.

That would only mean a pre-operative consultation.

Zhang Lianren, wearing a wide white coat, stepped forward and said, "Hello, I am Zhang Lianren. May I ask what brings you here?"

The woman hurriedly asked, "Oh, you must be Dr. Zhang? You're my child's surgeon today."

"Yes." Zhang Lianren nodded. "Do you need any pre-operative consultation?"

"No, I just wanted to ask if you have a doctor here named Laurent?"

Zhang Lianren turned to look at Laurent and shook his head, saying, "There are no doctors, only medical students. He cannot perform the surgery."

"I know, but I want to ask if it's possible for him to stitch up my son's wounds." The woman followed Zhang Lianren's gaze, her eyes filled with certainty.

Zhang Lianren asked in shock, "Huh? Why? It's possible, but what's the connection?"

"Because we mentioned in our group chat that there's a handsome and skilled suturer in your operating room right now, we thought we'd have him suture my son," the woman explained.

Zhang Lianren frowned: "What group is it?"

As a highly experienced doctor, Zhang Lianren is most sensitive to this kind of group chat.

Scammers, scalpers, or busybodies—who knows what traps might be hidden inside?

Upon hearing this, the woman also took out her phone, scrolled through the messages, and showed them to the woman: "Look, it's this group."

What came into view was a WeChat group chat.

"Bull Run"

"Um?"

Zhang Lianren and the doctor next to him were starting to lose their composure.

But the chat continued to refresh on the screen.

"Oh, are you also planning to see Dr. Luo for stitches this afternoon?"

"Of course, I saw the pictures posted by @花不开也不富贵 yesterday, and the sutures are indeed beautiful. I have already made an appointment with Zhang Lianren's department."

"Look at the picture of my son's stitches from yesterday."

"Why is it that a doctor who can suture so well is still a medical student? Is it because of departmental suppression?!"