Chapter 462: Broadcast

Fan Dao did not disappoint; his connections and resources were abundant, and with the maneuvering of his financial backers, he managed to secure the qualifications to air the show by applying mosaics to avoid sensitive actions and visuals.

This excited the entire Camera Crew.

Working around the clock to rush the post-production editing, Fan Dao kept a constant watch, never letting go, and every single frame required his nod of approval.

At the very beginning, Fan Dao felt this season of the program was definitely doomed, consuming his own reputation. It was just that the other party paid too much, and he had no way to refuse.

However, just one episode changed Fan Dao's view; the second episode had completely overturned his worldview even while it was still being edited.

Six hours before the broadcast, the editing was finished, and Fan Dao was tired as a dog, looking for a place to rest.

Before the program started at 20:00 that night, he took a shower—he might as well have bathed, changed clothes, burned incense, and prayed—and sat in the control room, focused on watching the program.

The program began.

The ward rounds were glossed over; after all, the first episode had similar segments, and they couldn't pad the plot.

After a brief transition, Yang Zhuren led the Interns to begin reviewing Medical Records.

"Zhao Yisheng, you go ask about the medical history."

Yang Zhuren called out the name first.

Zhao Mengmeng looked blank, showing absolutely no sign of the top-tier performance that had topped the written and interview scores.

……

Bai Chuzhang stared at the screen, while Liu Zhuren poured and drank by himself.

On the screen, Zhao Mengmeng was focused on writing a Medical Record, her figure delicate; whether in terms of academic background or appearance, there was nothing to pick at.

"Lao Bai, what is there to look at here?" Liu Zhuren said. "Just a little Doctor, looks like the grades are good, an honor student all the way to now, but you still don't know how things are. People like this thrown into Clinical work to be tempered, more than half are failures."

"I am truly looking forward to it," Bai Chuzhang said leisurely.

He was definitely talking about Ji Xiang, and not Zhao Mengmeng; Liu Zhuren knew this clearly.

"It's too early for that."

"Heh, Dazhi, what kind of performance do you guess Ji Xiang will have?" Bai Chuzhang asked.

"No performance to speak of," Liu Zhuren said seriously. "Daily work, and this is still a variety show; being able to perform like normal work in the hospital is enough. You're expecting a special performance from Ji Xiang? Are you running a fever? Or are you daydreaming?"

"I don't think so," Bai Chuzhang said with a smile.

Liu Zhuren knew his old friend well; seeing Bai Chuzhang's expression, he knew that his expectations were truly maxed out, and he was prepared to watch Ji Xiang's brilliant performance.

……

Zhao Jixiang and Zhao Tianjiao sat upright on the sofa at home, watching the program without blinking.

Although Zhao Tianjiao didn't want to contribute ratings to Ji Xiang or the program, he watched it in the end. If Ji Xiang could perform mediocrely, if the program could get a super low rating, or even if Ji Xiang said something wrong and countless idols on social media started attacking him, that would be great; Zhao Tianjiao was also full of anticipation.

"Dad, this top student seems very weak."

Zhao Tianjiao saw Yang Zhuren ask Zhao Mengmeng to explain the Medical Record, and Zhao Mengmeng looked completely blank, which caused a great degree of disdain in him.

These Interns, including that Intern who had always worked at the Affiliated Hospital, were not as good as him in comprehensive quality; that was what Zhao Tianjiao believed.

Especially Zhao Mengmeng, she was simply a vase.

"You can't say it like that," Zhao Jixiang said, looking at the bewildered Zhao Mengmeng. "Doctors in a department are roughly divided into two types. One type is the Doctor who does the work, performs surgeries, and manages the Patients. They are responsible for making money and increasing everyone's performance bonuses."

"The other type is the scientific research Doctor, responsible for doing research and publishing papers."

"Both have benefits for each other; everyone has money to earn, papers to publish, and can get promoted. This Intern named Zhao Mengmeng is clearly the scientific research type. In the future, if you meet similar people, don't be arrogant; you should build a good relationship with her."

"Dad, in the Orthopedics Department, I haven't seen any Doctors who are the scientific research type."

"That's for now; we are about ten years behind the South," Zhao Jixiang said. "In the new generation of Doctors, similar people will appear."

"That... how long have you been feeling uncomfortable?" On the TV, Zhao Mengmeng asked stutteringly.

"Hahaha." Zhao Tianjiao burst into laughter upon hearing Zhao Mengmeng's consultation.

This was simply too unprofessional; where did she look like a Doctor? It was estimated that she hadn't even interned, or had just gone through the motions in the Clinical setting extremely half-heartedly.

As a result, she gave herself away the moment she opened her mouth to consult.

Her awkward expression and tone would not only be looked down upon by Doctors, but even Patients would involuntarily despise her. For a Doctor, this was an irreparable flaw, leading to extremely passive Clinical work.

"Past history, you didn't ask about the past history," Yang Zhuren said.

"Oh, oh, oh." Zhao Mengmeng hurriedly responded, "Do you have any past illnesses?"

"Dad, this level is too poor," Zhao Tianjiao said with contempt.

"It is indeed a bit poor, but that's just at this one point of contact with the Patient in the Clinical setting."

Zhao Jixiang smiled slightly.

"Keep watching, Tianjiao; you need to know that the treatment you received when you first arrived at the Clinical setting was different from others."

Zhao Tianjiao nodded; although he was still somewhat contemptuous, he didn't say anything else.

……

……

Feng Yuqing watched Zhao Mengmeng's "clumsy" response and laughed, "Are young Doctors always bullied like this? I think she's so pitiful."

"Pfft, this is nothing," Tang Yan said. "Young Doctors aren't considered to be suffering from being bullied by their superiors."

"Then what counts as being bullied?"

"Nurses," Tang Yan said. "Usually, they get scolded by old Nurses in the department, but the most terrifying thing is being scolded by the Circulating Nurse when you first enter the operating room. The first time I saw a Circulating Nurse scolding a young Doctor, they were so embarrassed they almost crawled under the sterile table; it was truly unbearable to watch. How should I put it? It's even more vicious than going home and scolding your own dog."

"Why scold people?"

"Small Doctors who just arrived at the Clinical setting don't know anything," Tang Yan said. "They don't even have the most basic concept of sterility, so they just cause trouble when they get to the operating room; there's no way around it. I also know that young Doctors are all nervous, and they aren't good at connecting theory with practice."

"It's fine, after being scolded for a while, they'll be better. Who can enter the Clinical setting and be like an old Doctor right away?"

Tang Yan said this casually, then paused.

Who could?

Ji Xiang seemed different from others when he first entered the operating room—experienced, stable, without the impatience of a young Doctor, and he hadn't even made a single mistake.

Tang Yan had even forgotten in the depths of her heart that Ji Xiang was a young Standardized Training Doctor, treating him instead as an experienced Attending Physician.

Except for the fact that Ji Xiang had to find excuses to be the lead surgeon for certain surgeries he wasn't qualified to perform, Ji Xiang was a fully skilled Doctor.

"Yan'er, what are you thinking about?" Feng Yuqing asked.

"Ji Xiang isn't like that; it's as if he grew up in the operating room since he was born," Tang Yan said.

"The first time I assisted him in surgery, he didn't make a single mistake; he was very steady. He looked even steadier than an old Lao Zhuren who had been performing surgeries for decades, it's strange."

(End of this chapter)