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

"He's actually Zhao Yunxiao's student," Dean Liang thought to himself, but his square face remained solemn and composed.

He gave Director Zhao a deep look: "He didn't mention this at all before the interview."

"This is his student. Logically speaking, as a teacher, even if he doesn't help with back channels, he should inform the other examiners in advance."

Dean Liang's eyes flickered: "He's actually so selfless, trying to distance himself from us, afraid of making things difficult for us?"

Dean Liang thought about it more and more, and was very satisfied with Zhao Yunxiao's "good sense of observation".

Being in the eye of the storm, and having just arrived, he hadn't yet started building his own team. What he feared most was people using their connections to ask for his help.

A firm refusal can establish authority, but it's not conducive to controlling subordinates; offering help, on the other hand, raises concerns about giving others leverage against you.

Sometimes, what you fear most really does happen. Someone actually came out after the interview to accuse you of "insider dealings."

Dean Liang is still a little scared. If Zhao Yunxiao had given the order, it would have inevitably given rise to gossip.

He is confident that he can handle this situation well and that he did not use any back channels!

Dean Liang's face showed his approval of Zhao Yunxiao:

"Don't worry, we don't discriminate based on personal relationships when recommending someone. We can all see your student's skills; he's definitely number one."

Seeing that even Dean Liang was praising him, Section Chief Zhai quickly followed suit, full of praise: "Director Zhao is truly fair. He's so tight-lipped. If the student hadn't been so outstanding, I doubt you would have said it."

Zhao Yunxiao smiled modestly, remaining polite in the face of their compliments:

"Hey, you two are overpraising him. Xiaolin's skill level is only average. He should be ranked exactly where he is. We need to ensure the scoring is objective. There's still one person left, what if he's even better!"

But he knew perfectly well that there was only one person left, and the probability of him surpassing Lin Bo was very small.

It wasn't in vain that he put in so much effort. Only when he was certain of first place could he seize the opportunity to show off in front of the dean and, incidentally, gain favor with Lin Bola.

"The twelfth candidate is Lu Renxin."

Amidst the staff's loud shouts, Lu Renxin stood up, his posture upright, and walked straight onto the stage from the last row, his eyes fixed straight ahead, amidst the inquiring or curious gazes of the crowd.

The young man had an outstanding appearance, which left a deep impression on Dean Liang during the interview.

"I remember this person was the first in the interview, right?"

Dean Liang's tone was slightly hesitant.

Section Chief Zhai immediately leaned closer and replied, "Dean, you have a really good memory, it's him."

Dean Liang nodded with satisfaction: "This is another promising young teacher. It seems our hospital's students are all very capable! It's all thanks to the excellent guidance of the department heads and directors!"

"Not at all," Section Chief Zhai and Director Zhao quickly said modestly, indicating that they had only done a small part of the work and would need to further improve under Dean Liang's guidance... The atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.

When Lu Renxin finally stood still, he looked at the mannequin in front of him.

He was no stranger to CPR, having practiced it countless times.

It has even been used to save patients in some departments.

This time is just a continuation of the past.

"Confirm the site environment is safe..."

After the initial assessment, Lu Renxin strode to his side, knelt down without hesitation, straightened his upper body and lowered himself, crossed his hands and overlapped them, with the heels of his palms aligned with the midpoint of the line connecting the patient's two nipples.

In a daze, he recalled the first patient he had resuscitated with CPR; he had just learned it, but his movements were not quite standard.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation is very physically demanding. The senior doctor was too tired after persisting with the compressions for a while, and it was supposed to be his turn to take over.

But Lu Renxin was stopped by his superior after only pressing the buttons twice: "No, what you did is completely wrong. Is this CPR? Is this how you learned to do it?"

Despite being exhausted, the senior doctor continued to press on the chest until another doctor arrived and stopped.

When Lu Renxin saw him come down, his hands were trembling from exerting too much force.

After the emergency treatment ended, the superiors repeatedly emphasized the importance of cardiopulmonary resuscitation: whether it is cardiac or respiratory arrest, if the brain is deprived of oxygen for too long, it will cause irreversible damage.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) can temporarily replace the work of the heart and lungs, maintaining blood circulation and supplying oxygen to the brain.

Don't underestimate its operation, thinking it's simple, but it actually involves many details, and we need to do it as perfectly as possible.

From that day on, Lu Renxin put in a lot of hard work and practiced diligently.

His pressure was crisp and decisive, with the depth and frequency of his presses controlled within the standard range, resulting in a uniform and powerful effect.

"27, 28, 29, 30!"

After chest compressions are finished, immediately open the airway, clear any foreign objects from the mouth, and straighten the head using the head-tilt/chin-lift maneuver.

Lu Renxin pinched the dummy's rubber nose and gave it two mouth-to-mouth resuscitations.

Every operational detail was standardized, and the process was calm and composed.

All three examiners couldn't help but nod, revealing their thoughts: well done.

However, Lin Bo was just as good as him.

If it weren't for Director Zhao's words, the examiners might have given a score that was equal, or they might have hesitated and discussed it further.

But now, with the added emotional connection, and given that Lu Renxin's suturing skills are similar to Lin Bo's, they would prefer Lin Bo.

This is not the kind of unfairness that Fu Qin questioned, but rather a selection made when both are good and excellent.

Humans are emotional beings, and biases are unavoidable. Just like with two items worth fifty dollars, everyone will choose the one they like more or that looks more pleasing to the eye.

Now we can only wait and see how well he performs with surgical suturing; everyone is watching with bated breath.

Fu Qin, in particular, stared intently at the stage as Lu Renxin stole the spotlight again, his mind filled with thoughts like, "Why him and not me!"

Jealousy contorted his face: "I did such a terrible job, why does he get to steal the spotlight? It was all a coincidence just now. I don't believe his stitching can be any better! Make a mistake! Make a mistake!"

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and the curse didn't work.

Lu Renxin's suturing skills have been honed countless times in a systematic learning environment.

It's practically something you could do with your eyes closed, but of course—that's impossible; you still have to open your eyes.

Whether it's the angle of needle insertion, the alignment of the skin edge, or the effect, it can be described as impeccable!

When Lu Renxin finished the last injection, all three examiners couldn't help but stand up and applaud him.

"Amazing, absolutely amazing!"

"Such perfect suturing can only be done by a veteran surgeon with many years of experience."

Director Zhao sighed: "My apprentice, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that your opponent is too strong!"

Lin Bo, who was genuinely happy for his good friend, felt a chill run down his spine and sneezed: "Who's talking about me?"

He refocused his attention on the stage and exclaimed, "Brother Lu is truly amazing."