"Why are you asking me?" Xie Wanying asked her classmates, "Is it important which subject I go to?"
"We are going to the Department of Internal Medicine, and we can't be in the same department as you." Li Qian explained, "But I want to at least try to stay in the same hospital as you. The two of them want to go to Guozhi, so they are wondering if you can go too. Guozhi."
"We can't go. We don't have the opportunity to go to Guozhi for internship." Xie Wanying said.
When hospitals recruit candidates, they usually first select among the interns in their own hospital, because this will save a lot of retraining costs.
"No, Guo Xie recruits people from other places as well. Look, he is originally from Beidu." Li Qian pointed at Song Xuelin, "Guozhi and Guo Xie are the same."
As soon as the office door opened, Xia Dongxian walked in and heard several medical books among them discussing, saying: "There are medical students from the National Association of Medical Sciences going to the Guozhi Department of Rotary Medicine. You can ask your counselor to help you apply for internship in the Department of Rotary Medicine there. "
Since the junior brothers are interested in entering the cardiovascular department, he, senior brother Xia, might as well help provide some information. The main reason is that the National Association is saturated with internal and external personnel, and it is estimated that the juniors will not be able to stay. Unlike Guozhi, the entire hospital is dedicated to cardiovascular specialties, so the chances are much greater.
After several students came to their senses, they thanked them profusely: "Thank you, Senior Brother Xia!"
The most anxious ones, Zhao Zhaowei and Feng Yicong, got up and prepared to go to the counselor.
The two of them walked out of the office door and suddenly saw someone. They were so frightened that they stood there and turned into wood.
"Is the leader here?" Seeing their reactions, Xia Dongxian guessed that a big shot was coming and hurried out to greet the leader.
Xie Wanying, Li Qianan and Song Xuelin all kept their postures on the chairs motionless, thinking in their hearts that they had better become airless people to avoid being noticed by the leaders. After all, they are not like Feng Yicong and Zhao Zhaowei who need to flatter him.
In this regard, Li Qian looked at the two idiot classmates standing at the door and promised to flatter them, but why did they turn into zombies?
There is no way to stop zombies. Zhao Zhaowei and Feng Yicong were about to cry, and they had no time to wink at the other students in the office. Because the leader who came in did not leave the ward and came to them first.
Dai Hongrong, who was walking in front, named the two of them as interns who were not in the ICU: "Why are you here?"
"Director Dai." The two classmates replied in a panic, "We are here to find Yingying."
Yingying?
I don¡¯t know if Xie Wanying¡¯s leader heard these two words, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"Thank you, classmate." Zhao Zhaowei and Feng Yicong corrected themselves. On weekdays, my classmates are used to calling me Xie Wanying and classmate Yingying.
"Dr. Xie and Dr. Song are Mr. Lu's bedside doctors, and they are having lunch inside now." Xia Dongxian explained to the leader, while glancing at the man in front of him.
?? Liang Baichuan, the dean of Guozhi, is the same age as dean Wu of their Chinese Association. It is said that they were classmates back then. Unlike Dean Wu who looks like a friendly teacher, Liang Baichuan, who has a high forehead and thin cheeks, looks particularly solemn.
As the dean, he was very courageous and worked hard, and Liang Baichuan had some gray hair on his temples.
The group of people came to the office first, intending to look at the patient's medical records first, and then visit the patient at the bedside. Who knows that the heart disease that Teacher Lu developed during the operation happened to be a specialized disease in their country.
The three people in the office finally realized that the leader was coming here. After jumping up one by one, they took their lunch boxes and thought about where to move to eat.
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