Top-tier doctoral supervisor, reborn as a first-year graduate student in standardized residency trai

Dr. Liang didn't speak immediately; he looked down and flipped through the medical records he had just seen.

A few seconds later, he slowly spoke:

"Before? I don't have a deep impression of him before. I just remember that he was quite quiet, always at the very back of the ward rounds, and he spoke slowly. Sometimes when I called his name, it would take him a while to respond."

As he spoke, he began to realize that something was wrong, because what Gu Lin was showing was not like that of an ordinary resident trainee, or even an ordinary graduate student.

More like that kind of...

A doctor who has been working in the clinic for many years.

The problem is, he's only a first-year graduate student.

By the time the CTA results came out, it was already dawn.

The incandescent lights in the corridor outside the duty room were on, the nurses' station was beginning its shift change, and the sound of the cleaning cart's wheels rolling on the ground could be faintly heard in the distance.

The entire emergency room was filled with exhaustion after a long night.

The thoracic surgery office, however, was unusually quiet.

On the computer screen, the true and false lumens within the aorta are clearly visible, like a torn opening extending downwards from the ascending aorta.

Type A aortic dissection, diagnosed.

The on-call thoracic surgeon muttered a curse under his breath:

"That's really true..."

The young resident doctor next to him didn't say anything; he just stood there, a chill running down his spine.

He almost didn't dare to imagine the consequences if he had continued with anticoagulation according to the acute myocardial infarction protocol.

After silently reviewing the images, Dr. Liang suddenly asked:

"After the patient was brought in, who was the first person to suspect atrial dissection?"

The nurse next to him was stunned for a moment.

"It seems to be... that resident in the emergency room."

The office was quiet for a few seconds before the deputy director of thoracic surgery looked up again.

"Standardized residency trainee?"

"Yeah, Kenichi."

This time, even the expression on the person outside the chest became a little subtle.

Because aortic dissection is a disease that even experienced resident physicians may not immediately recognize, let alone a resident physician who has just entered clinical practice.

"How did he figure that out?"

"They said they discovered a difference in blood pressure and a weakened dorsalis pedis artery."

The deputy director of the thoracic surgery department remained silent for two seconds.

"You have a keen eye for detail."

After saying that, he continued watching the film with his head down.

No one said anything more, but the atmosphere in the office was no longer the same as before.

……

Meanwhile, Gu Lin finally returned to the duty room. As soon as the door closed, he could barely stand it and slumped into a chair.

I'm so tired

After continuous high-intensity rescue efforts, the exhaustion felt like it was seeping out from the very bones.

Gu Lin lowered his head and rubbed his temples. In his mind, a system notification sounded softly.

[High-risk, fatal disease successfully identified.]

[Reward: Advanced Vascular Surgery Understanding (Beginner)]

[Reputation Points +100]

[Current assessment: You have begun to attract the attention of some senior doctors.]

Gu Lin: "..."

He stared at the last line of text for a long time, his brows slowly furrowing.

It's "following" again.

To be honest, he didn't really like that word.

In his past life, he stood too high, so high that people were watching him every day.

Papers, projects, surgeries, academic conferences...

Everyone was watching him.

So in this life, Gu Lin's biggest wish is actually very simple: to graduate from his residency program quietly and live a little longer.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked down, opened his phone, and began searching seriously:

"Probability of sudden death from long-term sleep deprivation"

Average sleep time for resident physicians

"The impact of continuous shift work on lifespan"

system:"……"

Just then, the duty room door was suddenly pushed open again, and my senior colleague poked half his head in.

"Xiao Gu."

Gu Lin was startled and immediately turned the phone face down.

"Um?"

His senior brother looked at him suspiciously.

What are you hiding?

"It's nothing."

Gu Lin answered quickly, and his evasive manner only made Gu Lin more curious.

I don't know why, but it doesn't feel like "it's nothing".

However, he didn't press the matter further. He simply walked in and placed a bag of breakfast on the table.

"Teacher Liang asked me to give this to you."

Gu Lin was stunned for a moment, then looked down and saw soy milk and steamed buns from the hospital cafeteria, which were even still hot.

Gu Lin was clearly a little surprised.

"For me?"

"Um."

The senior student plopped down and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You're practically famous in the ER now."

Gu Lin paused.

"What?"

"Everyone's talking about it now."

The senior colleague imitated the tone of the group of people at the nurses' station:

"A particularly strange resident came to the emergency room. He usually looks listless, but once he opens his mouth, he's likely to develop a serious illness."

Gu Lin was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head and silently put the soy milk straw back in, as if he had decided to pretend that he hadn't heard anything, but his senior brother clearly had a lot to say.

He leaned back in the chair next to him, and the way he looked at Gu Lin started to seem strange.

"Really, Xiao Gu, you're already famous in the ER."

Gu Lin paused slightly as he took a bite of the steamed bun.

"what?"

When he said this, his tone even carried a hint of bewilderment, as if he truly didn't know what had happened.

Looking at his expression, his senior brother didn't know where to begin his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments).

"They were asking you about it just now from the chest surgery department."

"Ask me?"

"yes."

The senior brother lowered his voice.

"I'm asking you how you came up with the idea of ​​aortic dissection."

He was still a little dazed when he said this, after all, it was a type A aortic dissection.

This disease is so advanced that even many resident physicians who have worked for several years might not be able to react immediately, let alone trainees.

As a result, Gu Lin, a first-year graduate student in residency training, actually suspected atrial dissection ahead of time, even when everyone in the emergency room was assuming the direction of the chest pain.

The more the senior brother thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. He stared at Gu Lin for a long time before finally unable to resist asking:

"Xiao Gu, tell me the truth."

"Um?"

"Did you used to secretly follow some particularly powerful director?"

Gu Lin was silent for two seconds, then shook his head very seriously.

"no."

"Where did you get all this stuff?"

Gu Lin lowered his head and thought for a few seconds before slowly speaking:

"Perhaps it's because they've seen a lot of case studies."

Senior brother: "..."

Here we go again, with the same answer.

The problem is that Gu Lin's expression was always very sincere when he said this.

He was so sincere that no one could even doubt that he was just being perfunctory.

It was already completely light outside, and the nurses' station was beginning its morning shift handover.

People kept pushing treatment carts through the corridor, and occasionally you could hear short beeps from monitors. The air was filled with the distinctive smell of disinfectant that is typical of hospitals.

Gu Lin lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk. As the warm liquid went down his throat, he finally felt a little more alive.

The next second, the sounds from the nurses' station outside could be faintly heard coming in.

"Yesterday, that aortic dissection was almost treated as a heart attack."

"I heard it was the resident in the emergency room who discovered it first?"

"Really?"

"Really, it seems his name is Gu Lin."

"Gu Lin? Is he that quiet kid who doesn't talk much?"

"Yes, yes, that one, the one who looks really cute."

Gu Lin: "..."