I'm really an intern

Chapter 320

Looking at this document, Brother Meng couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by Zhang Tianyang.

With his mouth slightly open, Brother Meng spoke as if mocking himself.

"It's a good thing that junior brother's writing is not satisfactory..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly paused.

"Wait..."

There was a small gap in the window, and a gust of cool wind just hit him, making him shiver.

Some chaotic minds suddenly cleared up for a moment.

"Didn't the younger brother only write two consent forms for the operation? This...was written by the younger brother? Or...I wrote it?"

His back was instantly covered with sweat.

Brother Meng hurriedly pulled out the two medical records he had read just now, and opened the light blue plastic medical record folder with some rudeness.

After a long time, he closed the medical record with trembling fingertips.

"These two copies... are written by the younger brother..."

His eyes fell back to the initial surgery consent form of the patient who had undergone a kidney transplantation. Brother Meng quickly looked away again as if he had been stung.

"I wrote this copy, I will return it, I will return it..."

He also carefully corrected a lot of "flaws"! ! !

Oh my God!

What the hell have I done? ? ?

I expose myself?

I hang myself?

How smooth was his mood when he corrected the mistake at the beginning, and when he realized what stupid thing he had done, he wanted to dig a hole into it.

It's really embarrassing!

Brother Meng only felt his whole body was dry and hot, so he stood up unconsciously and walked back and forth.

"That's right, the documents written by the younger brother before are so perfect, there is no reason why there will be a flawed one."

"How could I think this was written by my junior?"

"Don't you recognize what you wrote?"

"Could it be that you don't have enough rest and your brain is out of whack?"

Brother Meng paced back and forth, and finally stopped for a moment.

"No, no, it's because I want to guide my junior too much."

His eyes once again stayed on the consent form for the operation that had been "revised" by himself.

Although the eyes were complicated, they did not avoid them after all.

Sighing heavily, he slowly sat down at the desk.

"It's me who took the picture."

Once people have obsessions in their hearts, it is easy to make mistakes.

Some chilly wind blew in through half of the open windows and fell on Brother Meng's body, making him extremely sober.

He suddenly realized his problem.

Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as an excellent "great god" in the eyes of others.

When I was an undergraduate, my grades were very good.

The postgraduate entrance examination was also very smooth.

He wanted to come to the Department of Urology and wanted to apply for the chief director, so he sent an email to the chief director before the interview and met with him, which was equivalent to a temporary interview.

Then he naturally became a student of the chief director. After following Brother Yang, he quickly gained his trust by virtue of his ability, so much so that he let go, and all 19 patients were handed over to him...

I worked so hard this afternoon to find out the mistakes and omissions of my junior, but I was actually afraid that my junior would surpass me, right?

Brother Meng thought about it, and suddenly reached out and patted himself on the head.

"What's the matter, Lao Meng, do you have a headache?"

Next to him, a classmate who worked overtime quickly expressed his concern, Senior Brother Meng smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay, it's just lack of sleep."

I missed it for a while.

Fortunately, I woke up now.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​bitterness, and you will be right when you turn back.

Brother Meng put his hands together in front of his chest, and then let go after a while.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up, occupied a computer, opened the patient list, and found the six patients Zhang Tianyang was in charge of today.

He began to click through the catalog one by one to check the medical records written by Zhang Tianyang.

Including the documents related to the surgery that have been seen today, as well as all admission records, first course of disease, and various ward round records.

This time, he looked at it equally seriously, but he didn't have the mentality of finding fault, but the mentality of learning.

Soon, as if realizing something, he clicked on the patient he was in charge of again, and compared his medical records with Zhang Tianyang's.

"Crackling"

The keyboard sounded, and Brother Meng began to seriously revise his medical records...

As time passed by, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Brother Meng took out his mobile phone and found that it was a message from "Brother Yang".

Brother Yang: "How is it? Are you ready for the patient's surgery tomorrow?"

Brother Meng: "Ready."

Brother Yang: "By the way, what do you think of the two new students in our group today?"

Brother Meng frowned slightly, thought about it carefully, and entered the words carefully.

"I don't know my junior sister very well, but I feel that she is more active, willing to learn things, and not shy."

"As for the younger brother, I spent an afternoon with him, and I feel that I am not as good as him in terms of basic knowledge and basic skills."

This is the result of Senior Brother Meng's serious thinking.

Sometimes, when he sees little knowledge, at least when he calms down and compares, he feels that he is not as good as Zhang Tianyang.

Li Yang on the opposite side seemed to be shocked too.

The "The other party is typing..." on the top of the dialog box flashed and flashed, and after returning to the nickname, it started flashing again soon.

After a while, four words came from the other side——

"So arrogant?"

Even though the other party couldn't see, Brother Meng still nodded seriously, and then continued typing.

"As far as the operation is concerned, I have only seen him change the dressing so far, and he seems very skilled. I don't know about the others. But it shouldn't be too bad. The younger brother doesn't seem to have uncoordinated hands and feet."

The topic about the two new interns quickly came to an end in Brother Meng's "exaggeration".

They chatted about the progress of the recent experiment, and after 10 minutes, Brother Meng put away the phone.

Gathering the scattered medical records folders in front of the computer and putting them back on a special shelf, he moved his stiff limbs and prepared to get off work.

After taking off his white coat, changing back into a casual coat, putting on his schoolbag, and picking up his earphones, Brother Meng walked briskly out of the digestive building.

"Crash-"

Suddenly the wind picked up, and several times the majesty and wind rushed into the half-opened curtains with a little coolness.

"Hey... it's so cold!"

The doctor on duty shivered suddenly, looked around, only to find that "Old Meng" who had been working by the window just now to keep out the wind had disappeared.

"Who opened the window? It's so cold, Lao Meng just sat here for so long and didn't close it..."

Cursingly, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"boom!"

……

The windows are shut.

The merchant smiled embarrassedly at the customer in front of him, "Hey, it's windy."

"It's okay." Brother Meng didn't take it seriously, took off half of the earphones, and reported what he wanted to the menu.

"One eggplant stew, one sauced beef, one sweet and sour pork, another lettuce, and rice."

While washing his hands, the merchant quickly wrote down the requirements and chatted casually.

"Our family has quite a lot of food. Brother, how many people are you eating? One person may not be able to finish it all."

"Alone, it's okay, I can't finish eating and packing."

The merchant stopped persuading him and printed a small ticket quickly. When collecting the money, his eyes glanced at the screen of the mobile phone that Senior Brother Meng took out.

"Hey, brother, are you listening to the Great Compassion Mantra?"

(End of this chapter)