My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

Adding an extra step? That's one approach.

Dean Liang's composed face showed approval, as if he thought Director Zhao's suggestion was excellent: "That's good, it's acceptable."

The people in the meeting room erupted in murmurs, starting to discuss: "It sounds pretty fair."

"I'm good at operating it, I'm willing to try again."

"I think the director makes a good point..."

Upon hearing that a practical test was required, Fu Qin, who had just been furious, froze, his expression clearly showing his disapproval of the suggestion: "Why do we have to take an extra test? Everyone's time is very precious; we can't waste it here."

"You disagree with this and that. You don't know that you're not as good as others, but you still want the job opening, do you?"

Lu Renxin put his hands in his pockets and said coolly.

"Who says I can't? No one else would agree except me," Fu Qin argued, forcing a smile.

He turned around, trying to find voices of support behind him, but somehow the crowd that was originally about a meter behind him had moved to more than three meters away.

So you're cutting ties with me like this? A bunch of worthless opportunists! He scanned the crowd, his eyes filled with contempt and anger.

Everyone avoided his gaze. They had achieved their goal and were happy to get a new opportunity. As for who led the charge, who cared? It was his own choice anyway.

Everyone knew that because of what Fu Qin had done, he would definitely be blacklisted by Guanghai City Central Hospital, and would be ineligible for recruitment thereafter. Even other hospitals might not accept him anymore.

There's no need to stand out and focus on yourself anymore; that's what other people really think.

Fu Qin finally realized he'd been used as a pawn. He paused for a moment, then straightened his back: "I agree! Who's afraid of who!"

"Okay." Dean Liang nodded, exuding an aura of authority. He turned his gaze to Zhao Yunxiao, who had been observing silently. "Director Zhao, you will set the questions. They should test their basic skills as well as demonstrate their clinical abilities."

Director Zhao paused, thought for a moment, and then succinctly uttered two words: "Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, surgical suturing!"

He addressed all the candidates, his voice firm and resolute: "All candidates will have the same questions; it's these two."

"Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) is the cornerstone of emergency care. All medical students rely on this procedure, which tests everyone's ability to judge vital signs and the standardization of the procedure. I believe everyone has learned it and may even have applied it in practice!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Fu Qin: "As for surgical suturing, it tests our manual skills. Some might say that suturing is something anyone can do, but whether the suturing is neat, whether it affects subsequent recovery, and whether it conforms to surgical principles are the key factors in judging skill."

He concluded by emphasizing, "There is no room for ambiguity or added impression points in these two operations."

"Good is good, bad is bad. Everyone will do it once, the whole process will be recorded, and the three examiners will score you on the spot. If you really have the ability, this is your opportunity! Does anyone have any objections?"

In the silence, Fu Qin clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly, and he didn't say another word.

"Alright, since there are no objections, everyone will come up to the stage one by one in the order of the interviews," Zhao Yunxiao instructed, then asked Dean Liang again, "Dean, what's your opinion?"

Dean Liang nodded slightly, making the final decision: "Do as Director Zhao says."

He instructed Section Chief Zhai to find someone to bring over the mannequin and suturing instruments.

The timer started, and the first candidate went up to the stage.

The crowd stirred again, but this time it was more of an anticipation and curiosity.

The first candidate's movements captured many scoring points, indicating they had practiced regularly, and ultimately scored well...

The second candidate...

The third one...

The fourth one...

Lin Bo was the fifth to go on stage, and he started with CPR.

"Sir, sir, wake up! Sir, sir, wake up!"

"1001, 1002, 1003..."

"Begin CPR!"

Lin Bo knelt on one knee, his movements fluid and powerful, and his artificial respiration was perfectly coordinated; the whole process was seamless.

Not only did the examiners nod frequently, but even the onlookers felt the pressure, their faces turning ashen and their nerves tense.

Next came the surgical suturing. Lu Renxin watched Lin Bo's operation. As Zhao Yunxiao's student, he had plenty of opportunities to practice as well.

After taking the needle holder, Lin Bo's eyes instantly switched, becoming focused and composed. From disinfection and draping to inserting and removing the needle and tying the knot, every step was very standardized.

Lu Renxin silently breathed a sigh of relief for him: It's safe, the score will definitely not be low.

When Lin Bo stepped down from the stage, the entire audience was silent. Sure enough, he had the highest score in the entire competition, putting pressure on the candidates behind him.

Dean Liang looked at Lin Bo's performance, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Yunxiao looked at his student with great satisfaction: As expected of my student, he won first place. He defeated everyone with his own strength without me using connections. He did not disgrace me!

The sixth candidate to go on stage right after Lin Bo was not in good mental condition and was trembling with fear under the influence of the high scores of the previous candidates.

He was afraid of making a mistake, but what he feared most came to pass. In his panic, he forgot all the operating steps he had remembered, causing the examiners on the stage to shake their heads repeatedly.

……

When it was Fu Qin's turn to step forward, he was completely flustered.

There were many problems, all of which were deducted points: the pressure point was not in the center of the sternum, the hand-over-hand posture was particularly awkward, and the pressure was inconsistent.

Moreover, he didn't use his waist and abdomen to exert force, relying only on the strength of his arms to press down. The incorrect position of force caused him to be covered in sweat and breathing rapidly after a short while.

His artificial respiration was a complete mess; he was too panicked and forgot to pinch the patient's nostrils shut, so no air could be delivered.

The subsequent wound suturing further exposed his shortcomings.

The needle insertion angle is crooked, the needle depth is inconsistent, and the knot is tied loosely.

In this situation, the final result is naturally rough and unsightly, with the stitches on the wound crooked, sparse, and messy.

Lu Renxin shook his head as he watched his movements: Had he really studied clinical medicine? His skills were so poor.

This question wasn't just on his mind; it was on the minds of the other candidates, and even more so on the minds of the three examiners.

It's true that some people can write articles but have absolutely no other skills!

He might be highly sought after if he had an academic master's degree, but unfortunately, he is a professional master's degree holder, which requires both technical skills and publications!

……

Eleven candidates have already completed their practical assessments, and it's clear to everyone that Lin Bo is number one among them.

Dean Liang couldn't help but praise, "That student named Lin Bo is really good."

Section Chief Zhai chimed in, "Dean Liang has a keen eye. I also think he's the most fluent and standard. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be the one."

Hearing their praise, Zhao Yunxiao's lips curled into a smile, his tone carrying a hint of boastfulness:

"He is indeed very good, and he works very hard. As my student, I have seen his diligence and seriousness, so it is not surprising that he can achieve this level."