I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 213 Start to develop

Is it necessary to be so afraid?Is it too exaggerated?

Fujii didn't quite understand Dr. Komatsu's mood, no matter how powerful the professor was, he was from the department next door, so there was no need to be afraid of the other party's power.

After that, after receiving his personal belongings, he watched a severed finger replantation operation in the operating room in the afternoon. The chief surgeon was Miyaha, the first assistant was Tasuke Komatsu, and the second assistant was the prettier of the two female doctors, a member of the Nami Medical Bureau. And he can only pass some tools by the side, dangdang atmosphere group, there is no chance to get started.

On the first day of the internship, Dr. Miyaha was not so cruel. After the operation, he asked Fujii to get off work at that time. When he got home, it was already after six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was completely dark.

The Tianhai family’s old house in the parallel world is located near Higashinai District, Osaka. It is about 10 minutes’ drive from Naniwa Medical University Hospital. It takes about half an hour to take the tram and count the waiting time.

If it weren't for the consideration of Uncle Amami's care in Osaka, the best place for Fujii to go would be the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Tokyo, which ranks higher than Naniwa Medical University, the No.

"I am back."

When Fujii returned home and put on his indoor shoes, Tianhai Youxi got up from the sofa in the living room, took the plastic bag in his hand for him, and asked with concern.

"How is it? Is the working environment satisfactory?"

"Very good, this is the material I am going to practice medical skills, please put it in the refrigerator, thank you."

For a while, Fujii couldn't calmly face the sudden addition of the original mother, so he inevitably used honorifics when speaking.

"Are you going to alienate your mother after becoming a doctor? It's so sad."

Tianhai Youxi, who looked more like the eldest sister, rubbed her eyes and complained pretendingly sad.

"I'm sorry, but for dinner, I'll make it."

Fujii Shu rolled up his sleeves, and replaced words with actions. Having tasted Tianhai Youxi's breakfast, he understood that his cooking skills crushed the other party.

The ingredients in the kitchen are just enough to make potato and beef curry, maybe it is the dinner that Tianhai Youxi is going to cook, but he is not sure when he will come back, so he didn't make it.

Peel the potatoes and cut them into one-centimeter cubes of the perfect size. Fujii lit the pot, put in the seasoning and stewed the beef. He planned to make a spicy curry. The rice in the kitchen had already been cooked, and he only needed to cook. That's fine.

Shu, but a person who can even mess up fried eggs, why is he so proficient in cooking now?

Tianhai Youxi leaned in front of the kitchen door in a daze, crossed her arms, and stared at everything in front of her in doubt. If it wasn't for the identical appearance and demeanor, she would have doubted whether this was her son.

When she tasted the curry made by Fujii, her thoughts deepened.

After Fujii finished his meal, he took half a bag of practice materials bought at a low price from the commercial street, and stomped upstairs, not noticing Tianhai Youxi's strangeness at all.

Back in the bedroom, I dug out more than a dozen boxes of sutures from the drawer. Yuan would often practice sutures when he was at home. It’s not cheap, and it’s often impossible to recycle it after it’s used once. It’s not just a waste of money to cultivate a doctor as a profession.

After the original father died early, his mother Tianhai Youxi opened a flower shop near her home, barely able to maintain the livelihood of mother and son. After Tianhai’s uncle graduated from university, he once wanted to support his sister financially on a regular basis, but was rejected. This time, she did not decline the kindness of Fujii's internship offer. In fact, the original family was not much better than Fujii's life before the chainsaw copyer made his fortune.

I tied the purchased practice materials to the chopping board. The skin of these pigs is also a kind of suture suitable for simulated training. The second brother not only has to sell his flesh and blood, but even the skin is not spared after death, which is really amazing.

Pick up the needle holder with the right palm, use the sawtooth slot at the tip to clamp the hook-shaped suture needle, and operate on the pigskin that has been cut open by the scalpel. Because the fat under the cortex is extremely shallow, the difficulty of suturing in this way is comparable to sewing bananas. It was much more difficult. Fujii entered the needle several times. As soon as it reached the knotting stage, the tension would shrink too much, causing the wound to be seriously deformed.

"Medicine: LV2/37%."

Busy until twelve o'clock, the proficiency of medical skills increased by two percentage points, which was still far from the level of medical skills he wanted to save Qi Yuan.

Half of the bag of pigskin was used up, and Fujii Shu, whose hand speed was different from ordinary people's physique, also used up the suture thread that he usually used for more than half a month in one breath.

He opened his wallet, and there was a thousand-yen bill and a few coins left in the wallet, which was shabby to death.

"The salary of an intern doctor at Naniwa Medical University is 20 yen a month. I spent more than 1 yen in half a night. The money is not enough."

He closed his wallet and picked up the empty box of sutures on the table. In pursuit of a better feel, he used No. 3-0 Ethicon sutures that cost thousands of yen. Maybe he will use cheaper island countries in the future Low price line?
However, at the speed at which he used it, a box of dozens of island sutures worth a few hundred yen was not enough. While he was in distress, he saw a toy monkey with a passable workmanship on the table. time toys.

Stretch out your hand to play with the monkey in the plastic shell, and flip it to the base. Unsurprisingly, the country of origin is Huaguo, a natural place for industrial products.

Different from the background of zero years in the giant white tower, the current time in this parallel world is the year 2015, which is synchronized with reality. Fujii took out his mobile phone and found a certain treasure.

Xinhua 3-0 sutures, without needles, are about [-] yen per box, but there are [-] packs in a box instead of [-] packs of Ethicon, which is generally more cost-effective than Ethicon Much higher.

It's you, all your wealth is on the line!
There was still [-] yen in deposit in Fujii's bank card. He gritted his teeth and bought ten boxes of Xinhua sutures. Even if the quality was poor, the second brother couldn't feel it.

Let's see if I can go to the department tomorrow to order consumables and replenish the armaments in the vacant stage.

After placing the order, Fujii lay on the chair, thinking about the next move.

……

"Good morning, Dr. Komatsu."

Early in the morning, Fujii stepped into the office of the Miyaba treatment team more than half an hour before going to work at 07:30. There were only Komatsu Takasuke and another male doctor who was practicing squats. He is the tallest in the office at 1.8 meters five, and the newcomer Fujii is second at 1.8 meters.

"Good morning, have you eaten? There are a lot of operations today, and an assistant needs to maintain his strength."

Komatsu Takasuke is writing a case, his thesis is in the forefront of the treatment group, and even in the entire surgery, according to yesterday’s Dr. Nami, Komatsu Takasuke was the only one in the first surgery that could compete with Zazen Goro in terms of thesis The master, just after a medical accident on the operating table, he voluntarily applied to be a salted fish in the Second Surgery Department.

Zaizen Goro was not involved in the accident, and the surgeon was the stern Professor Dong. No one knew the details, only the accident report vaguely stated that the first assistant Komatsu Tatsusuke made a low-level mistake, which led to the accidental death of the patient.

(End of this chapter)