Two young men walked in almost side by side. They were wearing blue and yellow woolen jackets, medical student white coats on the outside, and student sneakers on their feet. The aura on their faces was that they were a year older than entering clinical practice. Xie Wanying and Geng looked like fledglings.
One of them had a very familiar face, and Xie Wanying recognized it as Teacher Lu¡¯s grandson Zhang Shuping at a glance.
Another young man is the same height as Zhang Shuping, wears glasses, is polite, has more fashionable bangs, and has a livelier expression than Zhang Shuping. Since this person called Dad, we can guess that it is Teacher Du's son Du Meng'en, who is in the same class as Zhang Shuping.
"Who are they?" Du Meng'en looked at Xie Wanying and the others in the office, showing some curiosity.
As the son of a doctor, I have been visiting my father¡¯s workplace since I was a child, and I generally know who is around my father. His father is a professor, and the students and junior doctors he teaches cannot be so young, at least in their twenties like Dr. Zheng. .
These two people seemed to be about the same age as him. Du Mengen looked at them and got closer to see Xie Wanying and the others clearly. There was wariness in his eyes, obviously guarding against the appearance of terrible competitors of the same age in front of him.
"I know who they are." Zhang Shuping took his arm and said.
"Who?" Du Mengen turned around and asked.
"It's the doctor Xie who treated my grandma before and was admired by my uncle." Zhang Shuping said.
As if he had heard of such a thing, Du Meng'en adjusted his glasses again: "What are they doing here with my dad? Are they working on a thesis with my dad?"
Professors only need to provide guidance, and they will not have time to lead an intern to do basic operations.
It was probably his son¡¯s nagging that opened up Du Haiwei¡¯s solitary thinking world. Du Haiwei turned around and asked his son who was present: "What are you doing here?"
interesting. The son asked his father what his students were doing. The father directly asked his son what he was doing.
Du Meng'en said: "Shu Ping and I have no classes today. We are here to visit Dad and help you with your work."
"Why don't you have class today?"
"Originally, it was planned to arrange a internship class, but the clinical teacher said that he didn't have time to take it, so he asked us to postpone it until next week. The counselor asked us to study on our own. Self-study is so boring."
Clinical medicine is a technical subject. It is better to go to the clinic to see and practice more than to read in a book. Any smart student who wants to seriously study medicine will understand. How could Du Mengen not take advantage of his father's convenience to learn.
It seems that all doctors¡¯ children are very smart.
Du Haiwei would not reject his son¡¯s desire to learn, saying: ¡°Don¡¯t cause trouble.¡±
You can learn if you want, just be good.
receive. Du Mengen saluted his father on the spot.
Du Haiwei turned around, not knowing what to say to his son. My son is young and has a lively personality. He is more like his wife than he is.
"Dad, what are you looking for? Do you need me to call Dr. Zheng or Dr. Zuo?" Du Meng'en took out his mobile phone. In terms of how well he understood his father, his son had an advantage. On weekdays, these two junior doctors help to sort out my father¡¯s academic materials.
"No need." Du Haiwei seemed to have thought clearly and said to them, "Put the documents back. Get ready to go to the outpatient clinic."
Teacher Du went out to the outpatient clinic this morning and said hello to the department. He will not go back to the ward for ward rounds yet.
The outpatient volume of tertiary hospitals is huge, and there is a long queue of patients in front of every famous doctor. However, even among famous doctors, there is still a gap between famous doctors. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com