I Have Unlimited Magic Skills

However, if you want to get a place to work in the hospital, you may have to go through a lot of competition.

Because there are many professors and associate professors of obstetrics and gynecology, and each of them has brought many students.

Li Quan is still the first among the seven interns led by Professor Liu. Next, he has to compete with the outstanding interns under other professors.

Whether he can stay in the end, Professor Liu can't decide.

He only has the right to recommend, not the right to decide.

The one who can really decide this matter should be the personnel department of the hospital.

There are some bosses and departments who can influence the personnel department. For example, several principals and vice presidents, and some interested parties hidden in the dark, etc.

Suppose the head of the personnel department owes a favor to Professor Sun of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology.

Professor Sun secretly said hello, and asked the head of the personnel department to give the famous guest who stayed in the hospital to a certain outstanding intern under her command.

At this time, even if the intern recommended by Professor Sun was a little worse than Li Quan, he was a related family. If the head of the personnel department operated secretly, Li Quan would be ruined.

Therefore, there are still many variables before getting a place to work in the hospital.

After all, there are too many interns who want to work in Wheel Hospital.

The salary here is good, and it is a very famous big hospital. The learning environment is excellent and there is a lot of room for improvement.

Compared with those small hospitals, the competition for every job here is extremely fierce.

"Old Liu, I rarely hear you praise people like this. It seems that this young man must be very good!" Professor Tang praised Li Quan casually, and quickly withdrew his eyes, staring at the screens of the monitoring instruments.

Modern medical technology is highly developed and has indeed brought a lot of convenience.

Such as vital signs monitoring, including heartbeat, blood pressure, body temperature and so on. The most accurate life data can be obtained by staring directly at the screen.

In ancient times, this is unimaginable.

"Young man, let's take a look here!" Someone voluntarily stepped aside.

Judging from the person's attire, he should be an anesthesiologist.

"thanks!"

Li Quan walked to the operating table and observed Ms. Yang closely.

He squatted down, put Ms. Yang's left hand flat, and with a very standard gesture, pressed the Cun Guan Chi position on Ms. Yang's left wrist.

At first, other doctors thought that Li Quan was just stepping forward to observe the patient's symptoms.

No one expected that Li Quan would control the patient's every inch with all seriousness.

"Is this Qimai?" The surgical doctor Jin obviously wanted to laugh, but finally held back. It's just the mocking in the tone, anyone can hear it.

He looked at Li Quan's eyes and expression, as if he was looking at a country bumpkin who had just entered the city.

"It should be the pulse of traditional Chinese medicine!" A doctor replied.

But everyone didn't take Li Quan seriously.

On the one hand, Li Quan is just an intern doctor, on the other hand, the old-fashioned way of checking the pulse is not accepted in Western medicine. In modern times, there are stethoscopes and various testing instruments, who still uses old-fashioned pulse-taking to diagnose diseases?

Besides, compared with the accuracy of advanced instruments, the accuracy of pulse detection and diagnosis is almost one underground, one in the sky.

Li Quan ignored the ridicule of others, but closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the patient's pulse.

The pulse diagnosis technique he learned is only at the entry level.

Only some relatively simple pulse conditions can be diagnosed.

Too complex for him to diagnose yet.

If you lightly press the Cunguan ruler in your left hand, you can diagnose the specific conditions of the small intestine, gallbladder, and bladder according to the pulse condition. If it is heavy pressing, the diagnosis is the heart, liver, and kidney.

Li Quan has roughly judged that the position of the patient's heart seems to be the focus of the disease through inspection.

Cutting the pulse now is for further investigation.

Because the patient's blood pressure is very low, the pulse condition is extremely weak. This also added a lot of difficulty to Li Quan, a novice.

"Young man, after cutting the pulse for so long, did you find out anything?" Dr. Jin seemed to be full of contempt for the diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine, and even had a trace of hostility.

"not yet!"

If Li Quan didn't think that the other party was a famous surgeon, he wouldn't bother to answer.

"I said, what era is it now, which doctor still uses the old-fashioned method of feeling the pulse? If Professor Liu hadn't praised you to the sky, I really thought this was a barefoot doctor from some small clinic."

Dr. Kim continued to tease Lee Kwon.

He even sneered at the idea of ​​cutting the pulse.

"Doctor Jin, it doesn't matter if you look down on me, because I'm just an intern. Maybe in the eyes of you, a senior surgeon, I'm just a rookie. But please don't insult Chuanda Chinese medicine. Don't forget that you are Chinese, Chinese medicine is a precious inheritance left by our ancestors."

Li Quan was really a little angry this time.

He can accept that foreigners look down on Chinese medicine.

Because everyone is from a different country and has different cultural beliefs.

But the Chinese themselves look down on the medical heritage left by their ancestors, which is really hard for him to accept.

It's not that Dr. Jin is not patriotic, but that there is something wrong with his ideology.

To put it bluntly, some people think that foreigner shit smells good.

I always feel that foreigners are more advanced than China in every aspect.

In fact, Chinese medicine is no worse than Western medicine.

It's just that the ancestors were very strict in accepting apprentices, and coupled with the constant wars in ancient times, it was very difficult to preserve knowledge. Leading to the loss of many precious medical skills. This makes Western medicine, which has a history of only two hundred years, show off its power there.

"Hey, I'm not very capable, but I have a big temper! You think pulse cutting is very powerful, so why don't you tell me where the patient's disease is?" Dr. Jin sneered. "You can't say it! Boy, you are still young, so you have to be modest. You need to keep pace with the times and believe in science. For example, the simplest routine blood test can accurately detect the number of platelets, white blood cells, and red blood cells." How much... What can you find out by checking the pulse? Nothing can be found out!"

Dr. Jin is also forty-seven or eighteen years old, approaching his forties, and he is also very angry.

He taught Li Quan endlessly.

The key is that what he said has a factual basis, which makes it difficult to refute.

At this moment, Li Quan finally diagnosed where the patient's disease was.

[You successfully performed pulse diagnosis, skill points +10. 】

Li Quan's proficiency in pulse diagnosis increased by 10%.

He stood up and looked at Dr. Jin with cold but confident eyes.

"Doctor Jin, you said just now that you look down on Chinese medicine and think that advanced Western medical equipment can instantly kill backward Chinese medicine, right?"

"That's right! That's what I think. Take a look at the larger hospitals. As long as they are a little famous, which one is a real Chinese medicine doctor?" Dr. Jin has the unique arrogance and persistence of a scholar.

He believes that Chinese medicine is rubbish, so no one can refute it.

"Let's make a small bet. If I find out the patient's lesion by checking the pulse, you will have to praise Chinese medicine is great when you see people in the future. Western medicine is shit, dare you?"

Li Quan looked at this famous surgeon provocatively, showing his sharpness.

No longer the low-key little intern.