My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 2 2 Double Experience

In the hospital, interns represent the lowest rung on the ladder, ranking even below the janitors.

They tackle the heaviest workloads and endure scoldings from all sides multiple times each day. Mentors berate them, departmental physicians snap at them, nurses chastise them, and even patients along with their relatives sometimes lash out. The crucial detail is that they receive zero compensation.

They put up with the shame and the strain, all in hopes of climbing the ranks swiftly.

As soon as they advance to resident physician status, their conditions across the board will see a massive upgrade. Things won't feel so wretched anymore.

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On that evening, Zhou Can enjoyed a remarkably deep sleep, filled with a level of comfort he had never known before.

Within his dream, he emerged as a renowned and accomplished surgeon. He smoothly tackled the toughest operations that baffled other top experts. Tu Ya Hospital boasted about him, and the entire medical field hailed him as a contemporary legend in surgery.

Upon awakening, he saw it for what it was—a mere fantasy.

He remained just that lowly intern.

Hold on, his aspirations will materialize one day.

He checked the clock on the wall: 7:10 in the morning.

Having crashed late the night before, he rose a full hour behind his normal schedule.

Back in the dorm, his early-rising roommates were already buried in studies or honing fundamental techniques, such as using toothpicks to pick up beans or rehearsing stitches.

The internship phase was drawing to a close, and he sensed the thick atmosphere of stress and worry hanging around.

All of them pushed themselves relentlessly, aiming to build up their strengths.

Rumors held that Tu Ya's resident program accepted applications from both in-house interns and outside medical workers, making the rivalry fiercer than anyone could picture.

Thousands vied in the resident exam, with only about twenty slots filling at the end.

A dropout rate exceeding 98% was downright scary.

Describing it as one victor's glory built on the ruins of countless failures wasn't an exaggeration.

Existence is a constant battle for supremacy.

From primary school to middle school, just the top performers snag spots in elite institutions. Moving to high school weeds out a huge chunk. College admissions cut down another swarm. Grad school tests eliminate even more.

The survivors who endure to the finish line perch at the pyramid's peak.

After finishing undergrad, Zhou Can bombed his grad school exams.

This round, he refuses to stumble once more. He has to make it big.

Mornings offer prime study hours, with a sharp mind and solid recall. After freshening up and noting he had a bit of time left, he grabbed a medical textbook and dove in.

Every renowned physician's ascent stems from steady, everyday grind.

This volume, penned by Professor Huang Houzhong alongside a team of surgery specialists, bore the name '1000 Cases of Surgical Pathological Diagnosis' and detailed heaps of actual scenarios.

"Patient: female, age 34, rural resident. Detected neck swelling seven years prior, left untreated. Over the last couple of years, the swelling grew prominent, causing breathing issues, yet no hoarseness or trouble swallowing occurred. Palpation revealed multiple lumps at the front of her neck, the biggest egg-sized, the tiniest like an apricot stone. After a local visit, she used Iodine Sugar Pills, but the neck swelling showed little change…"

Zhou Can pored over the cases in the text with focus.

Drawing from the patient's signs, background, and test outcomes, he pieced together the likely cause and disease process.

Through his analysis, he determined it pointed to a classic thyroid tumor.

Once he wrapped up his thoughts, he checked the expert's verdict in the book, and sure enough, it matched: a thyroid tumor.

In the end, the woman had surgery, and the extracted growth proved benign.

It was a lucky break amid bad luck.

Since thyroid tumors often turn cancerous.

Zhou Can had just wrapped up this entry.

[Pathology Diagnosis Experience Points +0.1.]

To his shock, simply studying could boost his experience points—a delightful bonus.

This meant he wouldn't fall behind in pathology skills anymore.

Its importance rivals that of operating techniques.

Pathological diagnosis gauges a doctor's command of medical facts, plus their holistic skills in building treatment know-how, evaluating, and deciding.

Relishing the gains and ready to tackle another case, a roommate shouted, "Zhou Can, time to head out—we'll catch hell if we're tardy."

He shut the book and joined his fellow roommates on the trek to the hospital for duties.

His present rotation was in General Surgery. Daily drudgery included charting patient notes, offering assorted patient support, redressing wounds, checking vital signs like blood pressure, logging care details, and helping with procedures.

Don't assume aiding in surgeries opens doors to hands-on practice.

Tailing the lead surgeon by the operating table involved standing for hours on end, occasionally a dozen or more for one case. The most basic chores they handled were things like retracting or prepping the skin.

Forget about delving into body cavities or closing wounds.

Their mentor held a senior position, Deputy Director grade, managing a crowd of over ten interns.

During procedures, the crew was downright elite.

Even chief physicians settled for second fiddle roles.

Chances to stitch or handle insides went to resident docs like ravenous beasts pouncing.

Interns got zilch.

And so, yet another routine day dragged by.

Zhou Can longed to sprout wings and soar straight back to the dorm for medical drills.

The resident selection loomed just two days away, time squeezing tight; he needed to grab every second.

Suture-training pigskin was tough to source from shops. Its heft and cooling needs were picky. He normally snagged it from the hospital's education facility.

As he chose the pigskin, a thought struck: maybe grab a rat too, for dissection and bleeding control practice?

Stopping bleeds had long been his Achilles' heel; he couldn't let it hold him back.

After browsing options, he picked a decent-sized pigskin slab for 40 yuan. Rats ran pricier, with bargain ones at 60 yuan apiece. He went for top quality, dropping 200 yuan.

At those costs, typical interns could barely swing it.

Zhou Can came from a comfortable background, and to hone his doctor abilities, he didn't mind the expense.

He hauled the pigskin and rat back to the dorm.

"Hey, Brother Can, pigskin and rats both today—you're gearing up for an all-nighter till 2 or 3 AM!"

"With the resident picks around the corner? Cramming last-minute, even if it's not polished, it'll gleam. The whole crew's hustling; I won't let our 211 dorm down!"

Zhou Can shot back with a grin.

"Word is, this year's standardized resident intake is nationwide, and applicants have topped four thousand already. Past years saw around two thousand; the challenge has at least doubled. We're in for a rough ride!"

"Gu Jie, you get that from where? For real?"

His roommates grew uneasy.

"Spot on. And the count's still climbing; this year's bound to be brutal!"

Gu Jie's folks were in healthcare, giving him the inside scoop.

This intel weighed on Zhou Can's mind.

Yet, the swarm chasing spots at Tu Ya Hospital proved how prized every opening was.

Good opportunities draw the masses.

May the strongest prevail.

Zhou Can launched into frantic practice.

He started by slicing into a pigskin section.

[Cutting Experience +0.1.]

Thrilling!

Only 0.2 away from the next level.

He kept at it, pushing through the pigskin dissection.

At last, a triumphant alert rang out.

[Congratulations, your Incision Skill has reached Level 2! Current Experience: 0/100. Dissection now at entry resident training standard.]

Bringing his cutting proficiency to resident caliber filled him with excitement.

His grasp and execution of dissections had vaulted to fresh peaks. During slices, his grip stayed rock-steady, allowing straight or angled cuts without effort. He even progressed in spots that once tripped him up.

He tested the Level 2 Incision on the pigskin.

Gazing at it, he marveled at spotting its textures.

This insight was new to him.

Gripping the scalpel and slicing in, the feel differed hugely from prior tries. He could now faintly detect distinctions among the skin's outer layer, inner layer, and muscle beneath.

Legend has it expert surgeons slice a paper stack with a blade, hitting precisely the desired sheets. Such mastery in cutting borders on mesmerizing.

Their tools pick up the instant they graze a vessel's edge.

This slashes risks of nicking vital arteries or nerves in ops.

Zhou Can's cutting now outshone most interns.

Should he hit Level 3, matching resident prowess, he'd probably eclipse top interns. That could boost his odds of shining bright.

Post-upgrade, he threw himself into stitching and tying off.

In under sixty minutes, he nailed 150 sutures.

This pace wasn't merely quicker than yesterday; it had multiplied several fold.

And his stitch results soared past basic intern quality.

Watching his points pile up fast, Zhou Can brimmed with drive.

A touch more push, and he'd lift both stitching and tying to Level 3 by night's end.

Another hour ticked by, the whole pigskin now sewn up.

He'd tallied over 340 stitches altogether.

He ought to have snagged a bigger chunk of pigskin.

Glancing at the clock, it hadn't hit 9 PM yet.

Previously, 300 stitches dragged till 1 AM. Now he'd shaved off four hours, hard work yielding sweet rewards, nearly bringing tears of joy.

He stood to loosen up and saw his roommates deep in their own 'wars'.

Gu Jie stood out as the standout.

He worked on linking blood vessels using a rat's tail.

This demanded top-tier precision and delicacy.

A microscope was essential for it.

"Gu Jie's stitching could be at or approaching resident grade," Zhou Can pondered silently.

Resuming his spot, his eyes fixed on the rat.

"Pal, forgive me!"

Standard rat numbing involved the cotton ball method: tuck the rat in a beaker, add an ether-soaked cotton, swirl it around. In minutes, it's out cold, helpless.

Zhou Can opted for belly-shot numbing.

Its perks: quick kick-in and long-lasting effect.

Soon, the rat lay still, seemingly lifeless.

He laid it belly-up on a waxy op board and began cutting.

Pinpointing the ideal cut site, he eased the scalpel across its belly.

Unlike pigskin, he felt clear jitters.

Working on a live being sparked fears of mishandling guts or vitals.

The blade met flesh, and blood welled up right away.

All this ratcheted up the doer's nerves.

Luckily, his Incision Skill sat at Level 2.

It lent him huge support.

A clean four-cm cut emerged, with guts intact and edges tidy.

[Cutting Experience +0.2.]

"What? Why'd the points double?"

Zhou Can's astonishment surged.