12dz Chapter 293 The Purpose of One Singing and the Other Harmonizing
Chapter 293 The Purpose of One Singing and the Other Harmonizing
Director Zhao's attention was still focused on the cesarean section, but he wasn't idle either, engaging in a lively discussion with the anesthesiologist.
"What Bao Qingtian? Her name is An Xiaoyue. You old lecher, you even got her gender mixed up. How can I trust your anesthesia skills?"
The anesthesiologist was unhappy when his professional competence was questioned. "In the whole system, you can doubt anyone else's anesthesia skills, but you can't doubt mine."
"At least you have self-awareness," Director Zhao replied casually.
The anesthesiologist stopped playing on his phone, moved a chair over, and sat down at the head of the mother in labor. "You're still the same as before, very protective of your own."
“I don’t protect my people. I let you say whatever you want, especially to my face. What’s the difference between that and slapping me in the face?”
When the most crucial moment of the cesarean section arrived, no one continued to speak.
Inside the operating room, the only sounds were the beeping of various monitoring instruments.
Director Zhao and Teacher Jin worked together seamlessly, dissecting the tissue layer by layer until they saw the fetus wrapped in a membrane.
This was the first time An Xiaoyue and Hua Lan had seen an embryo in such a state. They were incredibly excited, and apart from the light in their eyes, the two interns made no other move.
In about ten seconds, the fetus was taken out of the mother's body.
The remaining work was handed over to Director Zhao, with Dr. Jin and the nurses working together to record the newborn's birth details.
The anesthesiologist sat idly on a stool with his arms crossed.
"Dr. An, your doctor has already started suturing. Say something! The operating room is so boring. We can't have a conversation if you don't say anything."
An Xiaoyue and Hua Lan hooked their arms around each other, and neither of them dared to let their guard down until Director Zhao spoke.
Unfortunately, the anesthesiologist was a skilled and talkative person who could never sit still for a moment.
Director Zhao knew her anesthesiologist colleague too well, and joked, "Xiao An, you tell him to shut up, he talks too much every day."
Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue smiled slightly and said, "Teacher, this is my first time undergoing a cesarean section. I dared not breathe too loudly, so naturally I couldn't chat while having the surgery like the experienced teachers."
“Hey~” The anesthesiologist clearly disagreed with her. “You’re still young. Think about the head of neurosurgery. The first time he went into surgery, he saw brain tissue and went outside to vomit. Now he won’t even eat tofu.”
Teacher Zhao: "You're still talking about Old Li's embarrassing stories. It's been more than 20 years. Aren't you tired of it?"
Those who didn't know better might have thought the two were sworn enemies, their words dripping with barbs.
In reality, these are just ways to add spice to the tense atmosphere of the operating room. When people's nerves are too tense, problems can easily arise.
So, the team members, who have worked together seamlessly for over twenty years, have gotten into the habit of chatting during surgery.
"Who told him to be the most fun among our peers? That kid also has a ruthless streak. He doesn't talk much, but he quietly became the youngest director in the hospital. His suturing skills are probably only something that Dr. An under your care can catch up with in the future."
Speaking of suturing techniques, Director Zhao has also watched An Xiaoyue's videos, and it's clear that she has indeed put in the time and effort to practice diligently.
"Yes, Xiao An will sew on the outermost layer later."
An Xiaoyue was pleased. "Thank you, Director Zhao."
"Thank you, Director Zhao, but don't thank me. If I hadn't mentioned suturing, would you have had the chance?" The anesthesiologist was a really fun teacher, humorous and witty, and loved to joke around and tease people.
An Xiaoyue quickly added, "Thank you too, anesthesiologist."
"Oh dear, why don't you study anesthesia? Anesthesia is so much fun! With such good grades, it's such a waste not to study anesthesia."
The anesthesiologist felt it was a real shame that An Xiaoyue, with such a bright mind, wasn't an anesthesiologist.
“I don’t have any relatives or friends who study medicine, and I didn’t know much about the medical profession when I filled out my college application. I was just interested in the diagrams of veins and arteries in my biology textbook, so I chose clinical medicine.”
An Xiaoyue's words were half true and half false.
However, she wasn't interested in anesthesiology, so she didn't choose it.
This is definitely something I can't tell the anesthesiologist.
The anesthesiology instructor then asked, "I heard on the news that Changfeng Group acquired Longjin Hospital, and Longjin Hospital is recruiting a large number of doctors and nurses. The benefits for female employees are the same as those of Changfeng Group. Is that true?"
An Xiaoyue heard about this from her two grandfathers while having dinner at home.
Longjin Hospital has been acquired by Changfeng Group, and the benefits for female employees should be the same as those of Changfeng Group.
"It's the same. Male employees also have benefits. In addition to maternity allowance and maternity leave, there is now a new paternity leave and parental leave, which together last for a year."
"Does that mean the child can also attend schools under the Changfeng Group?"
“Yes, that’s fine,” An Xiaoyue replied truthfully.
"Why are you asking so many questions? What do you want to do?" Director Zhao asked curiously. "Don't tell me you want to make some progress and strive for success?"
"I'll pass on to you. I'll be retiring in a few years. It's my son who just graduated and has been looking for a job. The owner of Longjin Hospital is here, so I'll just ask her if I run into her."
"Anyway, a change of scenery can make a living. Why don't you let your son give it a try too?" Director Zhao knew about his old partner, the anesthesiologist's, family situation. After all, they joined the company at the same time and watched each other get married and have children.
The anesthesiologist seemed to be thinking about it too, wanting to find out more details. Given the poor overall conditions, there was a better way, and he certainly hoped that the child could get a share of the benefits.
"Dr. An, when did the provision of a year's leave for men come about? I've never heard of it."
"We just had the baby this year. My husband stays home to take care of the child, and he believes that taking care of children is not just a woman's job, but that men should also be involved."
"Huh?" The teachers in the room were all shocked.
The nurse, who had been silent until now, was the first to express her disbelief: "Your CEO husband doesn't work and stays home to take care of the kids, and you come to our hospital for an internship without any salary?"
It wasn't until this moment that An Xiaoyue realized that such a move was indeed hard to believe and went against the norm.
"It's a long story. I got pregnant while I was studying. I was doing an internship, working from 7 am to 5 pm every day. The child can't be separated from his parents all day, so he was the only one at home taking care of the child."
"You..." Director Zhao couldn't find the words to express her surprise for a moment. "I can only say that you are quite skilled at managing your husband at such a young age."
“You are very responsible parents.” The circulating nurse was much younger, at the age of starting a family. “Nowadays, most young people leave their children with their grandparents. They come home from get off work and lie on the sofa. They are too tired to take care of their children. With mortgages and car loans, how many people dare not go to work?”
The anesthesiologist shook his head, quite helplessly. "So, Lao Zhao, you see, their generation has it much harder than ours. Doctors aren't guaranteed job placement these days."
Director Zhao knew the difficulties faced by anesthesiologists; even finding a wife was a constant worry. "You should hurry up and send your two kids to submit their resumes and go for interviews. If they get the jobs, the responsibility of taking care of your grandchildren won't fall on your shoulders."
Speaking of their respective children, the anesthesiologist expressed great envy for Director Zhao. With a look of envy, the anesthesiologist said, "It's like trying to persuade someone to study medicine—it's like being struck by lightning! If only I had been like you and let my child become a pilot, flying all over the world, how wonderful that would have been!"
Director Zhao raised his hand, staring intently at An Xiaoyue as she stitched up. "Stop it. My child flies airplanes because he likes it. It wasn't my recommendation. He's responsible for his own life."
Hearing this, An Xiaoyue understood perfectly well the purpose behind the two teachers' coordinated performance.