Chapter 26: Hello, My Name Is Shen Mianshuang

"Common suture methods include simple suture, inversion suture, eversion suture, and interrupted vertical mattress eversion suture—which is a type of eversion method, commonly used on loose skin such as the groin and armpits."

As soon as Wang Chuan finished speaking, applause rose from the audience, but everyone noticed Wang Chuan did not begin suturing immediately.

Yang Fang internally thought this guy had indeed memorized his book well, but the next step held a trap—let's see if you fall for it—and asked, "Why did you stop?"

Wang Chuan smiled inwardly; in his past life, he had genuinely worked in a hospital. Yang Fang, your little trick won't fool me.

He raised his hand and said, "Teacher Yang, may I ask—has the sterile field been established, have the surgical staff completed their sterile preparation, has the patient been assessed and prepared, has the incision been prepared, and have the instruments and materials been readied—all assumed to be ready?"

He turned to look at the interns behind him and said, "Is it just me who needs to suture?"

He finished speaking and cast an appreciative glance at the beautiful girl among the interns. Read good books, watch novels daily, ttks. tw, super convenient

Yang Fang stepped one pace to the left, ensuring his figure was fully exposed to the interns' eyes, not blocked by this kid Wang Chuan.

Then he smiled and said, "Yes, just suture."

This kid is actually quite sharp—if he hadn't asked, even if he finished suturing, I'd have failed him for failing to prepare the sterile field and instruments.

Seeing Pei Nanli smiling up at the stage, Yang Fang's lips began to curl upward.

"Teacher Yang, suturing is done!"

That blunt voice shattered Yang Fang's smile.

"How could it be done this fast!" Yang Fang immediately examined closely, his mouth hanging open. 'Damn, he sutured better than I did. He's only in his fourth year of undergrad—where did he get this level of skill?'

The large lecture hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Then the Group Leader of the Mingzhou Medical College interns, Wang Jia, stood up and asked, "Teacher Yang, how was Wang Chuan's suturing?"

She had heard some stories about Wang Chuan from Luo De and found this outstanding student from Jiangcheng University School of Medicine somewhat intriguing.

Yang Fang replied flatly, "Wang Chuan's suturing is qualified."

His tone was as bland as distilled water.

Creak—the lecture hall door opened. "Teacher Yang, sorry, I couldn't leave the Emergency Department today."

A female doctor in a white coat walked in.

Her face was bare, yet like a slab of white jade suddenly striking Wang Chuan's eyes—clean to the point of dazzling.

Her face and neck were a fine, pale white, with fatigue etched between her brows.

She approached the operating table, glanced down, and said crisply, "Teacher Yang, did this student do the suturing? Excellent work."

The interns below heard this and thought, 'What? Qualified and excellent are separated by good—why do these two teachers disagree so much?'

The female doctor whispered to Wang Chuan, "Does anyone in your family run a clinic?"

Wang Chuan paused suddenly, then shook his head.

"Teacher Yang, this student has the same talent as you."

Yang Fang amended his statement: "Wang Chuan's suturing can be considered excellent. I just said qualified because our practical exam only has two outcomes: qualified or unqualified."

He then introduced: "This is Doctor Shen, who also serves as Deputy Group Leader. If you students have any issues and can't find me, you can go to Doctor Shen."

He added to Wang Chuan: "Wang Chuan, don't get arrogant just because Doctor Shen praised you—simulated silicone skin isn't identical to real human skin."

'Doctor Shen?'

Doctor Shen felt unfamiliar. Wang Chuan searched his memory and recalled: in his past life, Doctor Shen had been extremely busy in the Emergency Department that day and never came to the eleventh-floor lecture hall.

She had left the hospital in July this year, after only three years of work, at just twenty-four years old. He couldn't remember her exact name.

After the interns greeted her, they took turns for evaluation; some drew tasks that included knot tying, hemostasis, and more, beyond suturing.

In the end, of the roughly sixty students from both medical schools, only nine passed the practical exam: three from Mingzhou Medical College—Wang Jia, Luo De, and another named Wei Tuo.

The result was acceptable.

When the Standardized Training system was implemented, the main assistants in hospitals became Resident Physicians.

Undergraduates gained little from one year of hospital internship—it was better to focus on studying for the Postgraduate Entrance Exam.

After class dispersed, down the long corridor: "Wang Chuan, wait a moment."

A figure stood at the doorway, backlit by the corridor's light.

Wang Chuan told Li Wei and Luo De to go ahead, then walked back to the door.

"Wang Chuan, hello, I'm Shen Mianshuang. I apologize—I didn't know about your parents' situation. I'm truly sorry." Shen Mianshuang's voice was clear and gentle.

Wang Chuan hadn't expected Doctor Shen to be so kind; he studied her carefully.

Her nose was slender and straight, her lips naturally pink, untouched by any makeup, full-lipped, with a natural upward curve at the corners—even when not smiling, they held a hint of warmth.

Her long black hair was simply tied back with an ordinary black hair tie.

"It's fine. Doctor Shen, if there's nothing else, I'll be going."

"Wait—tomorrow you're going to the Emergency Department, right? Take this Emergency Physician Standard Manual. Read it carefully tonight—it's a last-minute cram, but still helpful."

Wang Chuan took it, opened it, and saw many personal notes inside—the handwriting was fresh and delicate, clearly written by Doctor Shen.

In his past life, Wang Chuan had worked nearly two years in the Emergency Department at Xinzhou People's Hospital; tomorrow's internship posed no difficulty. Shen Mianshuang probably felt guilty and wanted to offer him some help.

"Thank you, Doctor Shen."

"No need to thank me—I'm also a graduate of Jiangcheng University School of Medicine, four years ahead of you."

Wang Chuan hadn't realized they were alumni; he asked casually, "Doctor Shen, haven't you chosen your specialty yet?"

She'd worked three years—she'd likely completed all rotations and obtained her Practicing Physician Certificate.

Shen Mianshuang was surprised a mere intern asked this. "I've chosen. Tomorrow I won't be in the Emergency Department—I'm moving to Pediatrics."

Wang Chuan frowned. She'd worked three years, chosen her specialty—then why would she leave the hospital next month?

Whatever. Personal privacy—no need to pry. He bid Shen Mianshuang farewell.

His mobile phone rang. "Chuanzi, come to the hospital's back gate—canteen's out of dishes, let's eat out."

Deep in a narrow alley near Mingzhou First People's Hospital.

After eating, Wang Chuan, Li Wei, and Luo De walked back.

Luo De still had grease on his lips. "Wang Chuan, how did you know there's such delicious hui guo rou hidden in some back alley?"

He hailed from a city in the Southwest Province, where twice-cooked pork was a common home-style dish.

Li Wei also harbored doubts: "Chuanzi, I noticed you didn't hesitate at all before heading straight to that restaurant."

"Let me tell you, I am a Reborn Person; before my rebirth, I already completed an internship at Mingzhou First Hospital once."

Wang Chuan spoke with such conviction that it sounded utterly plausible.

Luo De's face lit up with excitement: "Then tell me, will my future wife be Wang Jia?"

Li Wei sneered: "Fatty De, you're really getting into character, playing along with his nonsense so well. Chuanzi, then tell me this: who will win the upcoming European Cup?"

"Portugal, perhaps," Wang Chuan said thoughtfully; he knew it would be Greece but deliberately lied, then turned his head and added, "Luo De, wait a moment, let me think."

He shook his head, waved both hands, and declared: "Who is Wang Jia anyway!"