Several sounds came from the door:

"He is young, but he speaks quite well."

"How long has medical students been in clinical practice? Which teacher is studying with now?"

"The student in Class 8, Professor Zhang, is your junior sister."

It turns out that among the old professors, there was a long time ago, in the eighth class of the National Association. Xie Wanying remembered that someone had introduced the history of the eighth class of the National Association for a long time.

The ward door opened, and Xie Wanying stood up.

Li Qiaowen was about to follow her, and a group of doctors who came in said, "You are a patient now, sitting and lying down."

Several respected seniors came in. All of them were gray-haired, some wore reading glasses, and some did not. They should be over 70 years old like Professor Li, and they could retire and rest at home. However, the older the doctor, the more fragrant heavier he was, and they were rehired by the doctor. Now they either help the department go out of the clinic to be an expert, or occasionally when important events occur, they are invited back to the department to participate in guidance.

Several professors were present, and the atmosphere in the entire ward suddenly seemed to be at the level of the highest-end academic seminar.

Xie Wanying, who stood behind the crowd, was considering whether she was going to withdraw. As soon as the door was closed, Dr. Jiang waved her hand to her and signaled her to stay.

The arrival of the old professors made the patients a little nervous.

"Didn't she tell you just now? What are you worried about? Instead of worrying now, it's better to be happier. The sick person likes unhappy people the most, and the person he doesn't like is happy." Several old professors made the patient happy in a verbal way.

As he listened, Li Qiaowen began to smile. Thinking about this weekend, the department leaders who were resting took the old professors to see her in person. There was nothing to worry about with such a warm colleague.

"She told you about your illness and what she should talk about. She told you very well and accurately." An old professor pointed to Xie Wanying behind the crowd and said.

Unexpectedly, the old seniors had sharp eyes and knew that she was standing behind, and Xie Wanying kept standing calm.

"Come on, check what's inside your body?"

The professors were about to check the patient's physical condition. The group of people retreated.

Three old seniors surrounded the patient's bedside, and Director Zheng stood with him. The other young doctors and medical students were all standing outside.

Putting his toes on, Xie Wanying secretly observed the old professor's method of examining the patient through the gaps in the crowd. The old doctor's examining the patient was slower and his movements were very gentle. The three professors gently pressed the patient's lower abdomen, discussed with each other, and said to the patient: "Your CT is very small, and it is impossible to touch it clinically."

The doctor said so. Li Qiaowen sighed, "Do you have to say that she is unlucky?"

"But the disease in this area needs to be paid attention to, because it is very rare. Once the disease occurs, it may be a serious illness, so you should pay attention to it. So you are lucky to meet a good doctor who will help you detect it early."

When the old professor said this, Li Qiaowen nodded: "I think so, too. I have been feeling uncomfortable for three years. I have not found it before, so only Dr. Xie took it out for me."
Chapter completed!