Chapter 8: The Quality of Students These Days Is Too High, Isn't It?

Early the next morning, Ji Xiang got up promptly at 4:30.

To say there was no psychological trauma was just a manner of speaking.

Ji Xiang had suffered nightmares all night; as soon as he woke up, he subconsciously reached down to check.

It was still hard, and it didn't hurt when engorged; life is truly wonderful.

As expected, it was just an experience; although it wasn't pleasant, the local anesthesia taught by the System NPC afterward was quite formidable.

Besides that, after one session of empty-slot training, the Circumcision could be upgraded! Ji Xiang was too tired last night and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Now that he was up and saw that the Experience Points on the System Panel were sufficient, Ji Xiang clicked to upgrade without hesitation.

A warm current appeared throughout his limbs and bones, and with a "Ding-dong" sound, a dull electronic voice reached Ji Xiang's ears.

【Congratulations, Circumcision has been upgraded to Lv4. Special reward: Hand speed +3 during Circumcision, error rate reduced by 20%.】

Oh? LV3 to LV4 actually has this kind of reward?

I don't know what hand speed +3 implies.

But it doesn't matter; Ji Xiang knows what the priority is—improving himself is what's primary.

Ji Xiang recalled the technical details while getting up to wash and heading out for a morning run.

Over two hours later, after finishing a half-marathon, Ji Xiang went home to wash up and eat.

There were two more days of touring the hospital, followed by the exam.

Standardized Residency Training requires an exam to enter the hospital; the Provincial Hospital is still okay, but the admission rate for hospitals in the Imperial Capital is quite low, which is appalling.

Arriving at the hospital, they gathered in front of the Jiguan Lou as before.

Today was different from yesterday; the other students' gazes toward Ji Xiang had become extremely complex.

"Today we are touring the medical technology departments," the staff member from the Department of Science and Education introduced.

Because the process had already begun, the leaders of the Department of Science and Education didn't come, leaving a staff member to lead this group of Pre-service Trainees who hadn't taken the exam yet around to look.

However, he didn't directly take the students to walk around and look; instead, he took a folded A4 paper out of his pocket.

"Our hospital was founded in..."

The students were silent.

Although they were young, they had seen leaders give reports at school.

Dull, boring, yet it seemed that if they didn't do this, they couldn't demonstrate authority. Even a small staff member, when the tiger is away in the mountains, subconsciously chose to give a report.

This is society, the students thought, listening with expressionless faces.

Ji Xiang, however, found it quite interesting; aside from the initial perfunctory words, the evolution of the various equipment in the medical technology departments of the Medical University Second Hospital revealed the entire process of a large public hospital from nothing to existence.

"I heard that the exam the day after tomorrow is especially important."

Someone not far behind Ji Xiang whispered.

"I heard it too; it seems the exam results are recorded, converted into a score, and after the Standardized Training ends, 3-5 people will be selected to stay at the Medical University."

"In the past, even graduate students couldn't stay; I don't believe us undergraduates who haven't competed against those 'grind-dogs' can stay."

"Zhao Tianjiao's dad is at the Medical University; it's said one spot is reserved."

Several familiar students behind him lowered their voices, but Ji Xiang heard them clearly.

He felt a bit strange; his hearing wasn't weak before, but it wasn't this strong either.

Was it because his body had been comprehensively strengthened after entering the system?

The "speech" by the Department of Science and Education staff member was only halfway through when a lightbulb walked over.

"Zou, busy?"

"Professor Mo, heading to the office building?" the staff member greeted.

"No, I heard from Wang Daxiao that there's a good kid among this group of students; I'm here today to find him to help me out."

"..."

The small staff member was stunned, and all the students were stunned as well.

Finding a Standardized Training Student to help out—what does Professor Mo mean by this?

"Ji Xiang, it's you, right?" Professor Mo saw Ji Xiang standing out from the crowd and beckoned, "You're quite handsome, come with me to the Outpatient Department."

Ji Xiang scratched his head, his gaze falling on the staff member.

The small staff member didn't hesitate; he was just a grassroots worker in the administration and had to show sufficient respect to a Clinical professor.

It was just a Pre-service Trainee anyway; going is fine, it doesn't matter.

"Student Ji Xiang, go with Professor Mo," the small staff member said with a smile, looking at Ji Xiang, "Cherish the opportunity."

Watching Professor Mo's shiny bald head gradually move away, the small staff member said proudly, "Our Medical University Second Hospital has always upheld the spirit of inclusiveness, wholeheartedly doing a good job in basic Standardized Training."

"In other hospitals, Standardized Training Students can't do any work, but you've all seen the situation with Student Ji Xiang."

"So as long as you are willing to work hard, there will definitely be more opportunities to come into contact with Clinical work than in other hospitals..."

"Ji Xiang, this name sounds festive," Professor Mo said with a smile, "Do outpatient surgery with me today."

"Alright, Professor Mo." Ji Xiang followed the lightbulb all the way to the Outpatient Department.

"I heard from Wang Daxiao that your Tying Knots is good?"

"It's alright; I did a few Circumcisions with my teacher during my internship."

"Very impressive," Professor Mo said with deep meaning.

Interns go to departments just to look around and have shallow contact with Clinical work; how much they can actually gain depends on fate and each person's character and disposition.

Being able to perform surgery during an internship is something ordinary people can't do.

"Tell me about the knowledge points regarding Circumcision," Professor Mo chatted pointedly.

This was the second time in 24 hours someone had asked him this question; the last time it was asked, it was by a System NPC.

Ji Xiang had learned this set of knowledge very solidly, and with the additional guidance from the System NPC, the more Mo Jiaoshou listened, the more silent he became.

Ji Xiang's answer was not what Mo Jiaoshou had imagined.

Although Wang Daxiao highly recommended this student, Mo Jiaoshou was also holding a "wait and see" attitude.

After all, Clinical departments were short on people, and private hospitals with multi-site practice were even shorter. It wasn't easy to find a suitable "drudge," and when they encountered a suitable workhorse, these Attending Professors didn't want to miss out.

In Mo Jiaoshou's imagination, this tall and handsome student would say a lot, but there would definitely be flaws.

He would then add his own supplements, highlighting his own gentleness and his attitude of supporting the younger generation.

If Ji Xiang said something wrong, that would be even better!

Mo Jiaoshou wouldn't reprimand him, but would correct the mistake in an even gentler tone.

He wasn't really a teacher; he had just brought Ji Xiang in to find a pair of hands. There wasn't even an assistant for outpatient minor surgeries, and the nurses in the Operating Room were more arrogant than the last, so he couldn't order them around; finding someone to do some odd jobs was fine.

The more mistakes Ji Xiang made, the better; that way, he would take the initiative to do more work.

According to current parlance, this is called PUA.

However!

Mo Jiaoshou's wishful thinking fell completely flat; Ji Xiang didn't give him even the slightest opportunity.

That young man spoke about Circumcision with great clarity, and even mentioned some technical details in the middle that even Mo Jiaoshou wasn't particularly clear on, requiring him to think for a moment to understand the profound meaning behind them.

Is this the level a Standardized Training Student should have?!

Is this, damn it, a Standardized Training Student?!

Mo Jiaoshou turned his head to take a look.

He only saw the pectoral muscles faintly visible beneath Ji Xiang's simple T-shirt.

Young, energetic, and a surging vitality that could not be concealed at all.

Just this alone, he probably couldn't even stop himself from peeing three zhang, a thought flashed through Mo Jiaoshou's mind.

After working in the Urology Department for a long time, some thoughts had long been carved into his mind, becoming a kind of instinct.

To ordinary people, jokes about excrement and urine are vulgar, but to the Urology Department and the Department of Nephrology, the two words "having urine" mean the continuation of life.

There is nothing dirty about it; if there really were no urine, one would probably cry to death.

Ji Xiang's surging vitality immediately splashed all over Mo Jiaoshou's head and face.

If it were an Expert invited from Peking Union Medical College Hospital or Shanghai discussing surgical insights after finishing a surgery, Mo Jiaoshou would be impressed to the point of prostration.

But Ji Xiang was so young, yet he spoke like a seasoned Clinical veteran, which made him feel somewhat lost and unable to accept it.

The more Mo Jiaoshou listened, the brighter the top of his head became, reflecting the light of the July sun, making a great contribution to energy conservation and carbon emission reduction.

Three minutes passed, and Ji Xiang was still talking incessantly about the details of the surgery.

Mo Jiaoshou didn't say a word, and gradually, a chill rose from his heels.

In the middle of summer, he felt as if he had been hit by Cold Ice Magic.

Many of the technical details Ji Xiang mentioned sounded like speculation, but Mo Jiaoshou had performed tens of thousands of Circumcisions; he knew very well that those were the key points that distinguished a surgeon's ability, level, and tier!

The other party was just a Standardized Training Student, and a Pre-service Trainee at that, damn it.

This,

How is it possible!

Absolutely impossible!

I must be dreaming!!

Mo Jiaoshou stared in astonishment.

"Ji Xiang, which medical school did you graduate from?" Mo Jiaoshou's voice was a bit hoarse.

"SYS~~~ University." (Note: It gets censored no matter how I write it; there should be a chapter comment explanation here.)

"……"

Mo Jiaoshou sighed.

A prestigious school is a prestigious school; the quality of the students is just high.

In just a few minutes, Mo Jiaoshou's disdain for Wang Daxiao from yesterday disappeared into thin air without him realizing it, and the more he looked at Ji Xiang, the more pleasing he found him.

With just this foundation of knowledge, not to mention beating himself... anyway, Mo Jiaoshou had self-awareness; he was very moved by how high the quality of students is nowadays.

"Why didn't you take the postgraduate entrance exam?" Mo Jiaoshou asked.

"My mom said taking the postgraduate exam is useless anyway." Ji Xiang shrugged, "She told me to go back to the Provincial Hospital for Standardized Residency Training and find a job to settle down."

"Hiss~"

In Mo Jiaoshou's eyes, this Ji Xiang had become an aspiring youth whose future was delayed by his family.

He had a classmate back then who got into graduate school but didn't go; later, after working and getting married, he delayed it for five or six years before finally taking the postgraduate exam for Peking Union Medical College Hospital once his life was stable.

But the result was good; that classmate is now an Attending Professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The little Standardized Training Student in front of him was the same, his future delayed by his family.

Mo Jiaoshou was usually calm and collected, but today he was shocked by Ji Xiang, and his internal monologue was super active.

"Foolish." Mo Jiaoshou sighed, but he didn't continue to "reprimand" Ji Xiang's parents; instead, he changed the subject, "Let me see your surgery. Wang Daxiao rarely praises people, and he speaks highly of you; I'm also very curious."

"Okay."

Ji Xiang didn't offer hypocritical politeness, but simply said the word "okay."

The profession of Doctor is very simple; although there are various tricks, in general, people speak with their skills.

If your skills are good, your surgery is performed beautifully, and your diagnosis is clear, you are meant to be a cut above the rest.

Ji Xiang's solid foundation of knowledge had won over Mo Jiaoshou, so no matter what Ji Xiang did, he found him very pleasing to the eye.

Arriving at the Outpatient Surgery Room, Mo Jiaoshou took Ji Xiang to change clothes.

The two were not familiar with each other, and Mo Jiaoshou was still immersed in the basic knowledge Ji Xiang had just spoken of, so there was no conversation as they changed clothes to go to the operating table.

"Scars are a man's medals; do you know the shiniest one..."

Ji Xiang seemed to have become a different person, changing from the aloofness he showed when talking to Mo Jiaoshou into a kind, approachable Clinical old hand who cracked dirty jokes the moment he opened his mouth.

Hearing him say the lines to the Patient that he himself should have said, all of Mo Jiaoshou's words were stuffed back, and his chest felt terribly blocked.

Moreover, the speed of Ji Xiang's attitude shift was outrageous; Mo Jiaoshou even felt that in his heart, the Patient was more important than him, the Attending Teacher.

Damn it all.

This child learned too quickly; Mo Jiaoshou felt a bit gratified, yet also had a strange, different feeling.

(End of this chapter)