Chapter 1779: 1779: The Teacher's Son

Chapter 1779: Chapter 1779: The Teacher’s Son

The office door was pushed open.

Two young people walked in almost shoulder to shoulder, wearing blue and yellow wool sweaters underneath the medical students’ white coats, student sneakers on their feet, and a demeanor that seemed somewhat more inexperienced compared to Xie Wanying and Student Geng, who were close to entering clinical internships a year earlier.

One of them had very familiar features, and Xie Wanying immediately recognized him as Teacher Lu’s grandson, Zhang Shuping.

The other young man was the same height as Zhang Shuping, wore glasses, had a refined and gentle demeanor, sported trendy bangs, and appeared livelier than Zhang Shuping. Since this person called out “Dad,” it could be inferred that he was Teacher Du’s son, Du Mengen, and a classmate of Zhang Shuping.

“Who are they?” Du Mengen looked at Xie Wanying and the others in the office, showing some curiosity.

Being a doctor’s son, having visited his father’s workplace since childhood, he generally knew who his father worked with. His father was a professor; thus, it was unlikely that the students and junior doctors he mentored would be so young—at least in their twenties, like Doctor Zheng.

These two people seemed about the same age as himself. As Du Mengen looked on and moved closer to get a better look at Xie Wanying and the others, there was a hint of wariness in his eyes, obviously on guard against potential competitive peers.

“I know who they are,” Zhang Shuping said, pulling his arm.

“Who?” Du Mengen turned and asked.

“It’s that Dr. Xie who previously helped treat my grandmother and was admired by my uncle,” Zhang Shuping replied.

It seemed that he had heard of such things. Du Mengen adjusted his glasses: “What are they doing here at my dad’s? Working on a paper with him?”

Professors merely needed to guide, and wouldn’t have time to teach an intern the basics.

It seemed that his son’s chatter had knocked on the closed-off thought world of Du Haiwei. Du Haiwei turned and asked his son who was present: “What are you doing here?”

Interesting. The son asked why his dad’s students were there. The dad directly asked the son what he was doing there.

Du Mengen said, “Shuping and I don’t have classes today, so we came to visit you and help you with work.”

“Why don’t you have classes today?”

“There was supposed to be an observation class, but the clinical teacher said they didn’t have time to take us, postponing it to next week. The counselor told us to study on our own. Studying on our own is so boring.”

Clinical medicine is a technical discipline, and it’s better to observe more and practice in a clinical setting than to just read books. Any smart student who seriously wants to study medicine understands this. How could Du Mengen not seize the opportunity to learn from his father’s facilities?

It seems that children of doctors are all quite clever.

Du Haiwei wouldn’t reject his son’s desire to learn, saying, “Don’t cause any trouble.”

It’s okay to learn, but behave well.

Understood. Du Mengen saluted his father on the spot.

Du Haiwei turned his head, unsure of what to say about this son. The son was young, lively, and had a personality more akin to his wife than to himself.

“Dad, what are you looking for? Do you need me to call Doctor Zheng or Doctor Zuo?” Du Mengen took out his phone, knowing he had an advantage in understanding his own father. These two junior doctors usually helped organize his father’s academic materials.

“No need.” Du Haiwei seemed to have thought it through, and told them, “Put the files back. Get ready to go to the clinic.”

This morning, Teacher Du was heading to the outpatient clinic and had informed the department not to return to the ward for rounds yet.

The outpatient volume at a Class-A hospital is enormous, and there are long lines of patients in front of every famous doctor’s office. However, even among famous doctors, there are differences.