pertwk Chapter 20 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?!
Chapter 20 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?!
The windows of the director's office were brightly lit, and sunlight streamed in at an angle, just missing Dong Anhua's chair and falling onto the desk.
Dong Anhua felt a throbbing pain in his tortuous seminal vesicles: "You're so calm, huh?"
"Then I'll give you a task," Dong Anhua said through gritted teeth.
Chen Zhuoan sat up straight and said, "Teacher, please speak."
"Represent our hospital in the National Postgraduate Clinical Thinking Competition and bring me back the top prize."
"If you don't get it back, I'll make you regret it," Dong Anhua said through gritted teeth.
The National Postgraduate Clinical Thinking Competition is open to students in eight-year and seven-year programs, as well as master's and doctoral students!
Not only are graduate students from Central South University participating, but graduate students from Kyoto University, Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and many other universities are also participating!
There are only two winners for the Grand Prize, and the winners are not fixed.
Leading a team to win the grand prize is extremely difficult. The reason why the spots are not fixed is because there are too many variables and the competition is fierce!
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuoan suddenly said, "Teacher? You want me to participate in the competition?"
"Isn't this bullying?"
Dong Anhua immediately coughed several times.
He raised his voice: "What did you say?"
Chen Zhuoan immediately shut up and shook his head: "It's nothing."
Actually, he was going to participate in this competition. The reason he had spent so little time in the department recently, besides going to the gastroenterology department to start experiments, was because he was preparing for the clinical reasoning competition.
If Su Xiheng wants to switch from a seven-year to an eight-year program, in addition to having a thesis, it would be best if she could represent the school in a competition and win a national top prize.
One is the demonstration of academic level, and the other is personal and team honor!
That's just the atmosphere in China.
Ideally, you should be able to participate in the competition and win an award; then your exceptional treatment will come naturally.
However, Chen Zhuoan genuinely felt that he was bullying someone.
In his previous life, he was in charge of setting the questions for three National Postgraduate Clinical Thinking Competitions.
He reviewed nearly thirty years' worth of past exam questions!
It's fair to say he knew every single question and answer key from 01 to 30 by heart...
In fact, even if the questions for this year's exam are subject to change.
As long as the question is there, once he sees the question itself, he knows which direction the question setter is trying to take.
The person who set the questions is now participating in a competition...
"Can we take it?" Dong Anhua emphasized.
"If you can't, just say so. I won't make things difficult for you!"
After all, it's a national league for postgraduate students, not a national skills competition for medical students, so it has different tracks for different academic systems.
Doctoral and master's degree holders will also represent their countries in the competition!
"Okay, teacher," Chen Zhuoan thought, since his wife was going to participate in the competition anyway.
I originally wanted to accompany her as a family member, but now it's perfect, we can go together.
I wonder which unlucky person will be replaced by themselves.
Brothers and sisters, I'm so sorry!
You won't get the grand prize even if you go!
"I want the grand prize!" Dong Anhua tapped the table.
Chen Zhuoan looked at Dong Anhua with a complicated expression.
Chen Zhuoan really wanted to say, even if you want me to get rid of the host in the competition's hosting area, I can find a way to drag him down with me.
You don't need to emphasize the grand prize in the competition!
"Okay, sure," Chen Zhuoan replied casually.
Compared to my previous life, when I frequently flew abroad for various academic discussions (and arguments), and risked my life against death.
The postgraduate skills competition is just a small-scale affair!
"If you don't bring back the grand prize, I'll break your legs, you believe me?"
"I've told you three times already, don't talk to me like that!" Dong Anhua was furious.
In fact, after spending a few days with Su Xiheng, Chen Zhuoan really did find a bit of the feeling of youth again.
"Master, it's alright. You reset my broken leg, Professor Zeng is in charge of nailing it with an intramedullary nail, my fellow doctoral students are putting on a cast, and Teacher Qin is personally guiding my rehabilitation training."
"Our team can absorb them internally at any time."
"I'll also receive a substantial compensation..."
Enraged, Dong Anhua split his legs, his rapid breathing causing excruciating pain at the bifurcation of his bronchi, nearly killing him on the spot.
Dong Anhua: "Do you even know what... the grand prize actually is?"
Chen Zhuoan nodded: "To get first place, preferably by a huge margin."
"Teacher, I really feel like this is bullying."
"Think about it, how many books have I memorized?"
"Most people wouldn't remember me..."
In the medical field, ultimately, the more knowledge you memorize, the more capable you are.
There are no shortcuts; you must first have an exceptional memory and knowledge base, otherwise you won't even be able to get past the threshold.
Once you've crossed the threshold, you'll find that there's still so much to memorize.
Dong Anhua chuckled: "Just because you've read a book, you think you can do it?"
"Clinical thinking, clinical thinking..."
Chen Zhuoan said noncommittally, "It's just a matter of pulling out a large number of discussion records of death cases and using a portion of them as exam questions."
Chen Zhuoan even cut off the very foundation of the project that was supposed to be set up.
Dong Anhua choked, coughed twice, and emphasized: "That's not just our hospital's death case discussion records."
Chen Zhuoan dared not reply, fearing that if he did, he would send his teacher away prematurely.
Seeing that Chen Zhuoan remained silent, Dong Anhua said, "Do you think you're pretty capable?"
"If you really think that way, then this time in our school's competition, there are five questions in the surgery section."
"The surgical department of our hospital asked me to produce two [items] directly."
Chen Zhuoan shook his head and answered truthfully, "No, teacher."
"I'm afraid my exam results will be terrible!"
Dong Anhua chuckled, intending to teach Chen Zhuoan a lesson: "Heh... I never knew you were such a braggart?"
"Come on, give me one?"
Chen Zhuoan immediately said, "The patient was previously healthy, with no history of surgery or trauma, and no underlying medical conditions. Annual physical examinations showed no abnormalities, but he suddenly died during an MRI scan. Please analyze the cause of death."
Dong Anhua blurted out, "Sudden cardiac death!"
Chen Zhuoan glanced at Dong Anhua: "He has been in good health, has no underlying medical conditions, and undergoes annual physical examinations."
Sudden death also has specific causes.
Heart arrhythmia?
Heart attack?
Cardiomyopathy?
Shouldn't embolism usually be indicated by abnormal coagulation function?
"All in good health before?" Dong Anhua glared at Chen Zhuoan.
Chen Zhuoan nodded firmly: "Yes!"
Dong Anhua: "Died during an MRI? Was there an internal fixation device in your body?"
Chen Zhuoan shook his head: "He has been in good health and has no history of surgery or trauma."
Dong Anhua's thinking has become distorted: "Don't tell me the MRI machine collapsed and killed him."
Chen Zhuoan continued to shake his head: "Even a crush injury has external trauma, but the patient had no history of surgical trauma. He died from an MRI!"
"What is that?" Dong Anhua really couldn't answer.
Chen Zhuoan said, "Teacher, so I can't set the questions on your behalf!"
"If the questions are too difficult, the results will be terrible. If they are too easy, they won't reflect your abilities."
"You've asked me to participate in another competition; I need to avoid any appearance of impropriety!"
Dong Anhua developed obsessive-compulsive disorder: "How exactly did they die?"
Chen Zhuoan suddenly laughed: "Why don't you pose this question?"
Dong Anhua raised his hand as if to hit someone, but stopped halfway through.