Nie Jiamin called someone from respiratory medicine? Clearly not. Donât ask how he knows, because he himself is equally curious about yesterdayâs fiasco where cardiothoracic surgery got embarrassed by respiratory medicine.
Senior Luoâs gaze suddenly shifted toward her, and Xie Wanying blinked in confusion.
Hearing the opinion from cardiology, Nie Jiamin seemed to have made some conclusions himself. He raised his brows, turned his face towards Xie Wanying, and said, "Yingying, come here."
Being called by Teacher Nie, Xie Wanying didnât have time to react, noticing that other teachers around were all looking at Teacher Nie.
The main reason was that Nie Jiaminâs serious and solemn face had broken into a rare smile.
Nie Jiamin was known to be someone who rarely smiled. All his colleagues were aware that he had only been at this hospital for two months, and the times he had smiled could be counted on one hand, reflecting how seriously he approached everything as a doctor.
Now, in front of everyone, Nie Jiamin was actively smiling at an intern? This was surprising.
Fu Xinheng and Jin Tianyu squinted their eyes.
Doctor Jiang, observing from the sidelines, shook his head slightly, recalling how pediatric surgery had hinted at their interest in someone during the exchange meeting.
Everyone could guess it now. Pediatric surgeryâs decision to contact respiratory medicine wasnât random. It wasnât that Nie Jiamin was unaware of which department might have stronger technical skills; he had considered Xie Wanyingâs presence in respiratory medicine.
Yesterdayâs cardiothoracic incident seemed to have shaken the hospital profoundly, including the pediatric department.
Jin Tianyu glanced at the robot across the room.
Fu Xinhengâs silence was telling, his composed demeanor calm as ever.
Indeed, if respiratory medicine was truly confident, Nie Jiamin wouldnât have called in cardiothoracic surgery again. The final outcome of this technical competition was far from certain.
Xie Wanying looked at Teacher Nieâs beckoning gesture, considering that Teacher Xin hadnât spoken up yet, so she couldnât infringe on interdepartmental boundaries. She simply nodded in response.
Seeing that she didnât immediately approach, Nie Jiamin didnât show any disappointment. He merely smiled slightly, as if patiently waiting.
The other doctors, however, grew impatient.
"Let her go over," Li Chengyuan said to classmate Xin Yanjun. "Didnât you bring her here to hear her opinion?"
Xin Yanjun felt an urge to twitch her mouth. What, you want to hear my studentâs opinion? Why should my student be giving you advice?
"Go on, go on," Zhou Junpeng walked behind Xie Wanying and pushed her forward by the shoulders. "Be sure to give Teacher Xin some valuable input, alright?"
"Exactly, let her speak," Fu Xinheng chimed in.
Hearing his remark, the others understood that in cardiothoracic surgeryâs view, performing bronchoscopy on the pediatric patient might be equally challenging.
More and more surgeons gathered around the operating room.
Zhu Huicang arrived. With a reminder from old classmate Cao Yong, this time he stood to the side, arms crossed, quietly waiting for developments.
Lau Jingyun, who was about to clock out, caught wind of the situation and hurried over to check on her junior. Upon arriving at the doorway, she saw layers upon layers of surgeons surrounding the room, startling her enough to remain standing outside. "Oh no, this is trouble."
The operating room was traditionally the domain of surgeons. Now that someone from internal medicine had stepped in, the surgeons were likely thinking: What kind of tricks could internal medicine possibly pull on our turf?
Was her junior about to be sandwiched in the middle?
Being pressured into speaking by all these people would be unbearably stressful for any student. Realizing this, the protective Xin Yanjun cleared her throat to stop them from asking further and proactively inquired to pediatric surgery, "Are you suggesting we try the bronchoscope first?"