Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 48: Gatekeeping!

Resources are finite, and this principle applies to any field and any region.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

Guo Ziyuan could understand Wang Hai's words, but he was unfamiliar with these rules and did not have a deep understanding of the resource allocation rules of the Provincial People's Hospital.

"What's going on?" Guo Ziyuan's eyes calmed down.

In Guo Ziyuan's understanding, isn't the special exam just like the special admissions for the Olympiad?

They're preparing for the Olympiad. Does that mean the students should die if they don't get good results?

After calming down, Wang Hai felt a little guilty. Realizing he had said the wrong thing, his lips trembled slightly: "Can we stop talking about this?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Do you believe I'll turn you into a one-egg knight tonight?" Of course, Guo Ziyuan wouldn't let Wang Hai fool him so easily.

"Let me use a simple analogy: you understand investing, right?"

"The Provincial People's Hospital is not run by one person, nor is the Department of Trauma Surgery by one person."

"If you use more of the budget for the project, your senior and junior students will have to cut back on their own spending."

"If Professor Ma, or your mentor, uses more departmental resources, then the rest of us will have to go hungry."

"If trauma surgery uses more resources, then other orthopedic departments will have to hold back..."

After Wang Hai finished speaking, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to."

"You're the one who just provoked me."

"I'm really sorry, Brother Guo." Wang Hai's voice was sincere; it was a genuine apology, not the sarcastic kind.

Guo Ziyuan put down the towel in his hand and laughed: "Isn't this the established rule?"

Why are you apologizing to me?

"Just because you don't tell me, these objective facts cease to exist?"

"I'm not that naive."

"Just one point: if the Provincial People's Hospital were strong enough, with doctoral supervisors everywhere... then we could all pursue doctoral degrees."

"You don't need to be nervous," Guo Ziyuan said casually.

Wang Hai tightened his voice: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"

Guo Ziyuan shook his head: "You make it sound like I've been consuming a lot of resources. What resources have I been consuming from the hospital? Tell me!"

How many surgeries will you be able to perform in this department?

"The equipment in the practice room?"

"Guidance from an associate professor?"

"If this counts as wasting resources, then the Provincial People's Hospital could go bankrupt tomorrow. What kind of teaching hospital is it anyway?"

Guo Ziyuan hasn't received any resources from the department yet; it's all been the advisor running errands for him.

This is just a betting activity at the individual and department level; what does it have to do with the hospital and department?

but?

If we're going to work in rural areas, the requirement of prior grassroots work experience will indeed consume departmental resources...

Wang Hai suddenly realized and muttered, "Damn, that makes sense. Senior Brother Huang's side of the story is only his own."

The person who said these words to Wang Hai was probably his senior brother Huang Yantong, but Huang Yantong didn't know much about Guo Ziyuan either.

They suspected that Ding Xianqi had secretly used departmental funds to send Guo Ziyuan to advanced training courses and find numerous cadavers to practice feeding and manipulation techniques.

"Don't worry, there's always a way out."

"There's no need for us ordinary people to worry unnecessarily."

"It's not our place to be in charge of the Provincial People's Hospital yet!" Guo Ziyuan reassured his "good brother".

"Shall we go out to celebrate the holiday together tomorrow?"

"The Yulin skewers place near Hubu Alley?"

Guo Ziyuan nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay."

Master's students and those in residency programs can easily find happiness; a dinner party or a karaoke session is enough to make everyone happy.

……

September 27th, Sunday, the 9th day of the eighth lunar month, Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival holds a unique place in the hearts of Chinese people.

Guo Ziyuan saw the message his master sent in the group chat early on.

"@Guo Ziyuan @Liu Guanghui, come over for lunch, I'm going home tonight."

In the group chat, the senior students have already sent messages of congratulations.

Senior disciple Luo Heng: "Wishing Master and fellow disciples a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a joyous family reunion."

Tan Yonghua: "I wish my master, fellow disciples, and all my fellow disciples good health and success in their endeavors."

Lin Gongyao: "Happy Holidays, Master and fellow disciples. By the way, Master, may we come to your house for dinner?"

Liu Guanghui: "Happy holiday to my master and fellow disciples."

Guo Ziyuan also casually replied, "Happy holiday, and best wishes to my master and fellow disciples for your work and good health."

Dong Wenhao: Happy Holidays everyone!

Hey!

Guo Ziyuan grinned instantly when he saw the information about the new first-year master's student.

This junior colleague is still in theoretical classes and hasn't experienced the harsh realities of clinical practice. He's still the same fearless, greenhorn Dong Wenhao!

Guo Ziyuan specifically messaged Dong Wenhao privately: "Retract the message, and relay your master's words."

Dong Wenhao didn't reply to the message, so he quickly deleted it.

But there was no follow-up.

Guo Ziyuan then said, "Send another one."

This time it's normal.

Guo Ziyuan quickly got up and jumped down, sending a private message to his master, Ding Xianqi: "Master, I'm free this morning. Are you planning to go to the farmers' market or the supermarket?"

"Let me lend you a hand."

Ding Xianqi replied rather aloofly, "No need. Your teacher's wife and I will go grocery shopping. Just bring Liu Guanghui over at eleven o'clock."

Guo Ziyuan then said without hesitation, "Master, the main thing is that I wanted to tell you that I have ordered a local duck and a local chicken."

"These chickens were brought over by a fellow villager from our hometown. They're free-range and fed with grain. I'll just go and get them."

"It should be delivered around 10 o'clock."

At his age, Guo Ziyuan knew nothing of such resources; these were all channels he had accumulated in his later years.

However, that family didn't start selling free-range chickens and ducks later; they had already started long ago.

Guo Ziyuan just needs to go and buy it along the road.

It has been verified by long-standing reputation.

Ding Xianqi said irritably, "Guo Ziyuan, what are you doing?"

"You haven't been scammed, have you?"

Free-range chickens and ducks are easy to find and buy, but finding the most authentic ones is difficult and depends on luck.

"Master, you have such discerning taste, could you please give me your opinion?"

"If this goes well, I'll send you the address next time."

"I've already paid the money," Guo Ziyuan said.

Guo Ziyuan, a later generation, learned that Ding Xianqi had no particular hobbies, except that he was very picky about food, especially ingredients.

However, this is not something that can be demonstrated in the operating room.

Ding Xianqi's tone was a little annoyed: "Then go get it. You really are incredibly bold. You dare to believe these things in Han City."

Master, you are from Han City, you said that yourself, not me.

"Master, I should be able to get there by 9:30." Guo Ziyuan stepped onto the ground and headed towards the restroom.

Wang Hai was still snoring softly.

Although Professor Ma Chuanfeng is also a mentor, he has long since passed the stage of being a junior mentor. Even when he invites students to dinner, he will eat out rather than make things difficult for his family.

That group of students, all rough-around-the-edges guys from orthopedics, needed two rice cookers.

He doesn't need to arrange these things...