Outside my heart, Li Chengyuan is on night shift tonight.

I guess I heard the news from other doctors. When I heard Dr. Guan nagging, Li Chengyuan did not express any surprise or anger. He also listened to his colleagues complaining while doing things. He had to recognize the fact that his students made mistakes.

After saying that, Dr. Guan's throat was a little hoarse. He drank a sip of water and went back to the treatment room to cut the wounds of the previous patient. It should be said that he had recognized the situation and accepted his fate.

This time he called his heart and was not shirking responsibility, but as a clinical teacher, he was afraid that the student would have a big problem in the future if he couldn't manage it well.

Li Chengyuan could understand his colleague's kindness and said sincerely: "I am a little busy above and cannot go to the emergency department for the time being. He entrusted Dr. Zhou to go and take a look. He is the hospitalization director tonight."

I almost forgot that the hospitalization tonight was always an outsider. Dr. Guan just moved his butt high on the stool and listened to external sounds.

Dr. Zhou Junpeng, like a young master, appeared in the emergency corridor, and said melodiously: "Everyone, let's go slowly."

The group of people who left the emergency department with their feet raised and turned around.

"Xie Wanying, come here."

Senior Zhou waved to her.

"She is in neurosurgery now." Song Xuelin stood in front, and he rarely spoke to the visitor with a serious attitude when he was abnormal.

Zhou Junpeng had no choice but to come up and ask the group of people: "Tell me what happened to the rescue."

When the hospitalization officer comes to patrol, he holds a registered notebook from time to time. Now Zhou Junpeng opens the notebook, draws out a pen, and makes a posture like a student preparing to listen to the teacher's lecture record or a policeman's confession. The difference between the two depends on the medical procedure.

Right or make a mistake.

Mi Wenlin and Mi Siran were so nervous that they didn't plan to get back to the inpatient department to report to the teacher, but the teacher came to the door to hold the accountable first.

Doctor Guan in the treatment room pretended to be very busy and stitched the patient's wounds carefully.

"Xie Wanying, tell me." Seeing that, Zhou Junpeng pointed at Xie, who was famous and most likely to lie in medicine.

Before Xie Wanying asked for an answer, the corner of her white coat was pulled down with her hand from behind.

"Teacher, senior sister--" Mi Siran's voice revealed a low-profile scent of request in her voice. She and her cousin were really scared. Maybe they both entered the internship early this time.

The plan will be cancelled and sent back to medical school to continue studying.

A medical student can enter clinical internship early, which symbolizes strength and will be recognized by everyone. Secondly, shortening study time and getting a job quickly is more important for medical people, and it is the greatest advantage over the same generation.

After failing to do so internship in advance, Senior Sister Jiang Mingzhu has been worried about this matter for a lifetime, she will probably not be able to let go of it because the greatest opportunity to surpass her fellow students was lost.

Similarly, this is why her and Xie Wanying's group of classmates worked hard to get an early internship with her. It is a terrible thing that she would be left behind for a year after she could not do so.

His attitude towards junior brother and sister was, Xie Wanying said: "It's okay. You just tell Teacher Zhou directly. The more you understand, the more you can understand you."

Is this really OK? Misran's face looked hesitant.

Mi Wenlin frowned and refused to speak, worried that the senior sister would not be helping them when she said this, and was afraid that she would fall into the pit she dug.
Chapter completed!