Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital-Chapter 427 - 365: The Interns Have Arrived!

"They should have arrived by now."

Liu Meng paused and continued.

"Alright, let’s go and take a look."

Zhao Heng nodded, looking forward to meeting the juniors.

In a short while, Zhao Heng and Liu Meng entered the office. The large desk was already surrounded by people. The mentoring teachers, Li Yang and Wang Tao, naturally sat at the front, while the visiting doctors and standardized trainee doctors sat slightly behind them.

As for the interns, they mostly stood behind the chairs and did not dare to sit.

There was no other way; Eastern Hospital was notoriously strict among all hospitals.

The most terrifying thing was that Eastern Hospital had a "return rate." The so-called "return rate" meant that the hospital deemed someone unfit and directly returned them to the school.

Once returned, they could only wait for the next cycle to start again, which was rare but still happened every year.

Being delayed by a year costs more time and energy. Graduating a year later is very disheartening, not to mention it marks an unfavorable entry in one’s record.

Most importantly, every associate chief and chief physician at Eastern Hospital held the right to return interns.

Of course, this decision is considered carefully, as returning to school is a significant matter for a medical student, a power wisely not extended to attending physicians and below.

"Please sit."

Zhao Heng gestured, addressing the six interns standing without daring to sit.

He glanced briefly; four females and two males. It seemed that the gender imbalance in medical colleges was becoming severe.

Upon hearing Zhao Heng’s words, the six interns finally took their seats, though their demeanors remained cautious.

Seeing these six interns, Zhao Heng couldn’t help but recall his internship days. He was just as anxious yet slightly hopeful, but reality hit hard once the internship began.

"Firstly, as the associate director of the department, welcome all juniors to our ward."

Zhao Heng opened his speech.

His words brought smiles to the interns’ faces, as if this young associate director would be easygoing.

Moreover, this batch of interns shared the same Boya Medical College background, which was quite comforting.

Thinking back to anecdotes from older students about the hardships and sorrows faced during their internships, the interns felt some hope for their own experience this time.

"Being here means you are outstanding. However, clinical work differs from schooling. During your internship, make sure to observe and learn extensively. Here, no one will guard knowledge jealously; as long as you want to learn, you will definitely gain it."

Zhao Heng paused and continued.

He’s deeply averse to interns working hard but gaining nothing in return.

Now that he’s a leader with authority, he couldn’t bear to become the kind of leader he once loathed.

Besides, coming to practice medicine is fundamentally about acquiring knowledge.

"I believe those who choose medicine aren’t here to idle. While you might while away time in college, I should make it clear that without sufficient effort, you won’t last a day here."

After showing goodwill, Zhao Heng set standards and expectations.

This cohort of interns holds a bachelor’s degree, and they have a long road ahead.

Post-graduation, they face licenses, standardized training, pursuit of higher studies, certifications, and job hunting.

None of these are easily accomplished.

Take Zhao Heng, for example. Licenses are achievable through effort, but securing a position early as an associate director is absolutely unattainable.

"Dr. Liu, please handle the assignments."

With a few brief words, Zhao Heng instructed Liu Meng.

He wouldn’t engage in allocating tasks to interns.

"Director, will you be mentoring interns?"

Liu Meng asked.

"Not at the moment, perhaps later."

Zhao Heng thought for a while and replied. Despite the clinical anesthesia assistant database being handed over to Wang Yaoqing’s company engineers, he still didn’t count as free.

Zhao Heng had to continually follow up on Li Hongwei’s research progress, while hospital consultation occupies most days.

There were plenty of remote consultations among those.

Zhao Heng’s time was extremely precious, not feasible for teaching interns.

Moreover, it would be somewhat wasteful for his top-tier expertise to be spent teaching basic internship materials.

Hearing Zhao Heng wasn’t mentoring interns, the interns appeared visibly disappointed, while the visiting and standardized trainee doctors smiled subtly at their expressions.

This smile seemed to say, "We don’t even have the opportunity to follow the director, and you expect to?"

After a brief welcoming ceremony, Zhao Heng led the dozen-plus people on ward rounds, this time grander than before.

Families of patients in the corridors stared when they passed by.

Especially Zhao Heng, walking in the lead, exhibited great charisma, obviously a prominent expert, a senior director!

Indeed, everyone strives relentlessly to climb higher, because being at any given level presents different vistas.

Soon, Zhao Heng led the group to Ma Xiaochen’s bedside.

Seeing Zhao Heng enter, Liu Qing immediately stood up eagerly, seeming like she had something to say.

"Dr. Zhao?"

Liu Qing asked Zhao Heng with urgency.

"The research is progressing smoothly, and the key issues have been resolved."

Naturally, Zhao Heng understood what Liu Qing wished to ask, and he replied calmly.

"That’s great, that’s really great."

Even though Liu Qing knew this information earlier, she only truly believed it upon hearing it directly from Zhao Heng.

She recalled the feeling of despair upon discovering her son had a terminal illness; words couldn’t describe it.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao, thank you!"

Liu Qing expressed heartfelt gratitude.

After traveling across the ocean with her son, she realized how much she missed her homeland.

Sometimes, it’s not just wealth that earns respect; they take your money but with poor attitudes.

Some prejudices are indeed deeply ingrained.

"Doctor, can I recover?"

Hearing Zhao Heng and his mother converse, Ma Xiaochen’s expression changed instantly, eagerly asking.

Ever since getting diagnosed, he endured immense frustration and torture.

"I’m still young, with countless more years of affluent life awaiting. I’m unwilling to die like this!"

That was probably Ma Xiaochen’s inner plea from the day he fell ill.

Think about it, luck over numerous generations might lead one to be born into the wealthiest family, where the rich dad has prepared everything, leaving only enjoyment for Ma Xiaochen.

With Ma Jianteng’s current wealth, even a decadent life wouldn’t run out in ten lifetimes.

Such an envious, unattainable life could be lost due to an illness.

This would leave anyone feeling unwilling.

"As long as there’s no problem with subsequent research, yes, you can recover."

Zhao Heng said with caution.

"Mom..."

Hearing Zhao Heng’s words, Ma Xiaochen burst into tears, looking at his mother.

Liu Qing also immediately shed tears, embracing Ma Xiaochen.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the ward was touching, and some of the girls felt the urge to wipe tears seeing this mother-son duo.

"Focus on recovering and cooperate with treatment."

Zhao Heng also advised Ma Xiaochen.

"Yes, doctor, I will cooperate fully."

Ma Xiaochen nodded vigorously.

Zhao Heng, at this moment, was undoubtedly the closest and most grateful person to him worldwide.

Consider, Zhao Heng isn’t much older than Ma Xiaochen.

After exiting the ward, Ruan Liuzheng followed behind, softly asking Liu Meng, "Senior, is this the wealthiest man’s son?"

"Yes."

Liu Meng nodded.

"The director is truly impressive."

Ruan Liuzheng marvelled sincerely.

Her admiration echoed the sentiment shared by interns who had just arrived in the ward.

Even grasping the fundamentals of Zhao Heng’s knowledge would benefit these interns for a lifetime!