My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 3 3: Rapidly Improving Medical Skills
Previously on My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points...
While honing the incision technique on pigskin brings in just 0.1 experience per session, it surges to double when done on mice. What's the cause of that?
Might it stem from using a living creature for the practice?
This groundbreaking revelation left him stunned yet exhilarated.
Clearly, this experience system holds many secrets waiting to be uncovered!
Since incisions on mice yield double experience, I wonder how it affects other medical techniques?
With the wound exposed, vital organs such as the intestines, kidneys, and bladder came into clear view.
He refrained from immediately handling its internal organs.
Rather, he opted to carry out cavity ligation next.
[Suturing Experience +0.2, Ligation Experience +0.2.]
Everything doubled—utterly gratifying.
It was akin to strolling out the door on foot normally, but now zooming along in a car, savoring an unmatched rush and thrill.
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Without realizing it, Zhou Can had already executed fourteen incisions on this mouse.
Every slice steered clear of critical spots, succeeded by cavity suturing.
He harbored no ancient grudge against this mouse from a previous existence; the goal was simply to keep it breathing. That alone allowed him to keep racking up those doubled experience gains.
By now, the clock had chimed midnight.
All told, he'd placed roughly over two hundred stitches.
Working on a living body slowed down suturing compared to pigskin drills. Yet, with the double experience payoff, it remained incredibly worthwhile.
He reviewed the progress on his various medical skills.
[Pathological Diagnosis, Level 2, Current Experience Points 89.6/100. Excellent standard training level.]
It had started at 89.5, boosted by 0.1 from poring over medical texts that morning and wrapping up one case.
With sufficient time, tackling another 104 cases through reading would propel it to Level 3.
Level 3 equates to Resident Doctor status.
Scarce few interns ever hit that mark—maybe just one or two standout geniuses.
Should Zhou Can elevate his pathological diagnosis to Level 3 prior to the standard training selection, his odds of securing a spot would soar by no less than fifty percent.
Pathological diagnosis holds immense importance.
It serves as the core, mandatory element in the interview process.
This underscores its critical role.
He let out a sigh; such a shame time felt so constrained.
Daytime brought work duties, and evenings after shifts demanded skill practice, squeezing out any reading slots.
Moreover, devouring 104 cases demanded far more than casual glances—it called for profound analysis and personal inferences.
Straightforward cases could take roughly fifteen to twenty minutes apiece. Tougher ones, needing reference hunts and multiple reviews, might devour an hour or even two.
[Suturing, Level 2, Current Experience Points 87.8/100. Excellent standard training level.]
[Ligation, Level 2, Current Experience Points 89/100. Excellent standard training level.]
These pair of skills advanced in tandem, their experience bars neck-and-neck.
Securing such substantial progress in a single evening filled Zhou Can with deep contentment.
Had he uncovered the live-subject double experience trick sooner, these skills might already have surged to Level 3.
Tomorrow, he'll snag another mouse; with it, he can definitely push them to Resident Doctor level before the standard training draw.
[Incision, Level 2, Current Experience Points 3.6/100. Below average standard training level.]
This particular skill's upgrade lagged behind somewhat.
Still, reaching standard training level ought to suffice for the upcoming recruitment.
[Hemostasis, Level 1, Current Experience Points 4.8/10. Failing practice level for hemostasis.]
This technique now stood as Zhou Can's glaring shortfall.
Without lifting it to Level 2, the standard training recruitment just two days away would undoubtedly drag him down hard.
His gaze shifted to the mouse.
Now was the moment to drill hemostasis on its form.
Gripping a scalpel in one hand and an electrocautery knife in the other.
He repeatedly sliced into the mouse, then deployed the electrocautery knife to pinpoint bleeding sites and seal off the ruptured vessels.
The electrocautery knife relies on high-frequency currents to seal tiny vessels, employing heat to clot and char the blood for effective hemostasis.
As a beginner, he stumbled through errors repeatedly.
Sometimes overshooting the damaged vessel, other times nicking adjacent tissues.
Yet, persistence in practice steadily sharpened his control.
Every triumph in hemostasis added 0.2 to his Hemostasis Experience—exhilarating stuff.
Hemostasis practice outpaced suturing or incising in speed.
A mere nick could spawn two or three bleed spots.
A quick jab from the electrocautery knife typically netted 0.2 experience.
[Congratulations on your Hemostasis Skill reaching Level 2! Current Experience Points 0/100. Below average standard training level.]
Following twenty-six flawless hemostasis procedures on the mouse, Zhou Can's Hemostasis Skill leaped to Level 2.
Ecstasy overwhelmed him.
At last, he'd conquered his hemostasis Achilles' heel.
Witnessing how swiftly hemostasis levels rose, he promptly targeted Level 3 next.
He persisted in slashing the rodent.
Followed by electrocoagulation to staunch the flow.
Post-Level 2, his bleeding control efficiency multiplied several-fold. Strikes now landed true on the first try, with far fewer mishaps to nearby vessel walls.
Right as he hit his stride.
[Hemostasis Experience Points +0.1.]
Another attempt confirmed the drop to just 0.1 gain.
The rat's heart had ceased pulsing.
It perished.
What a waste.
Zhou Can breathed a regretful sigh; his hemostasis stood at 46.4/100 currently.
Level 3 would have to wait until tomorrow.
Even in demise, it offered lingering utility.
He wielded the scalpel to carve into its innards.
Once the rat lay utterly mangled, his Incision Experience climbed to Level 2, 9.7/100.
Not too shabby.
The night's haul exceeded all expectations.
Glancing at the clock revealed 2 AM. He hastily tidied the workbench, disposed of the refuse, showered, and collapsed into sleep.
That night passed in deep, unbroken slumber.
Exhaustion had utterly drained him.
Come morning, his roommates roused him.
"Zhou Can, Zhou Can, rise now or you'll miss the start!"
Zhou Can blinked awake to see 7:32 AM on the clock.
panic seized him; he tumbled from bed, dashed through his ablutions, and raced toward the hospital.
Interns had to clock in at least twenty minutes ahead.
He recoiled at the thought of enduring the resident doctor's endless lectures.
Upon reaching the hospital, he wolfed down breakfast in the canteen before hurrying back to his department for the daily grind.
Every intern juggled a crushing load.
Senior physicians appeared keen to offload every menial chore onto the interns, framing it all as "valuable training."
"Xiao Zhou, rush over and alert the patient in bed 27 to gear up for 10 AM surgery—you're on follow-through duty."
The resident doctor's voice boomed as always.
Just a tad older than Zhou Can, he amiably dubbed him Xiao Zhou.
After all, seniority counted.
"Got it!"
Zhou Can checked the hour and bolted to the ward to notify the patient and kin.
Pre-op setups proved tedious and demanded utmost precision.
He wouldn't risk sloppiness.
In the ward, duty compelled him to probe deeply into the patient's state. Detecting no red flags, he guided them on changing attire, relieving themselves, and fasting.
Meantime, the senior physician dropped by to confer with the family, securing their sign-off on the surgery consent.
With surgery locked in, the anesthesiologist showed up too.
Chatting with relatives and gathering signatures formed ironclad protocol.
No step could be omitted.
They shielded physicians and the facility amid any disputes.
With arrangements set, the nurse appeared.
"Dr. Zhou, skin prep on the patient done?"
"Not yet!"
Zhou Can inwardly grumbled—shouldn't skin prepping fall to nurses? Why his burden now?
"Quit dawdling; I've hauled the gear. Skin prep and IV insertion are yours today." The nurse possessed real charm, though her words cut sharp.
What retort could Zhou Can muster?
Best to simply execute.
Task complete, a grin softened the nurse's features as she approved, "Well done, Dr. Zhou—your pre-op skills are sharpening up nicely. Solid work. Now wheel the patient in quick, or Director Liu will chew heads off!"
Frustration creased Zhou Can's brow as he shot back.
"How could I not improve? You lot pile every chore on us interns."
"Getting cheeky, are we? Still hunting a girlfriend? Act right, and I might hook you up!"
The nurses projected toughness, yet they bantered warmly with him.
Aware he couldn't outwit these wedded veterans, Zhou Can hustled the patient away, their laughter echoing in his wake.