Chapter 10 — Transfer Rate Changed

I looked at my blurry silhouette on the elevator door.

“There are no clinical practice rooms on the mountain.”

“Huh?”

“Only life.”

At seven thirty the next morning, outside the clinical practice room of the Emergency Department was filled with people. News of the public examination spread throughout the hospital overnight. Some people whispered that I relied on Luong Lao's support to get in here, others said that To Van Tinh was robbed of her spot by me, and there were also people who liked to wait and see how Co Thua, stuck between two women, would handle it. When I arrived, To Van Tinh was busy serving everyone coffee. She handed a glass to the Head of the Emergency Department: "Director, I'm bothering you today." He refused: "The exam is about to take place, stop doing these things." To Van Tinh felt embarrassed and had to pass the cup of coffee to the nurse standing next to her. The nurse took it and softly said: "Thank you, Dr. To." Co Thua stood frozen at the door, holding the test score sheet in her hand. Seeing me, his eyes were fixed on the familiar medicine box.

“Let's check the standard procedure today, not your rustic remedies.”

I coldly replied: "Saving people does not distinguish between hometown or province." He opened the transcript: "Part one, judge the medical case. Part two, process the scene. Part three, department-level questions and answers. To Van Tinh goes first." To Van Tinh stepped inside, her back extremely calm. Twenty minutes later, she walked out, looking much more relieved. Several doctors gathered around to ask questions, and she smiled: "The subject is not very difficult, it's just basic knowledge." Co Thua raised her chin at me: "It's your turn." In the practice room there is a simulation bed, with a mannequin placed on the bed. On the table is a stack of medical records. Director Thieu Thanh Hai, Head of the Department of Emergency Medicine and two Heads of the Department of Surgery were all present. Thieu Thanh Hai reassured: "Comrade Khuong Ninh, no need to be nervous." I picked up the medical record, and as soon as I read the first line, I frowned. Co Thua sat in the recording position: "Request a diagnosis and treatment plan within three minutes." I asked back: "How old is the patient?" Co Thua replied concisely: "It's written on the paper."

"On the paper it says fifty-eight years old, but family members describe the symptoms as being like someone over seventy. Also..."

The deans raised their heads. Co Thua frowned: "Answer based on the documents." I continued to ask: "Before and after blood pressure readings are inconsistent, the heart rate record is missing once. Who came up with this question?" Co Thua's face was unsightly: "You don't dare answer, do you?" I threw the medical record down on the table: "This is not an exam, this is a medical record that has been altered." Outside the practice room suddenly fell silent, eyes pouring in through the glass simultaneously. To Van Tinh stood outside the crowd, the coffee cup in her hand wobbled slightly. Co Thua's voice was sharp: "Khuong Ninh, don't talk nonsense during the exam." I pointed at the piece of paper: "Here it says the patient had epigastric pain for two hours, and the next part says he had a headache and vomiting for three days. The time of taking the medicine here is earlier than the time of admission. The family member's signature here is exactly the same as the handwriting of the doctor taking notes. Co Thua, are you telling me to rely on a fake medical record to take the exam?" The Head of the Emergency Department grabbed the paper, his expression increasingly dark: "Where did this document come from?" Co Thua explained: “Picked at random from the teaching database.”

“You pick a copy at random and end up with a copy full of silly mistakes like this?”

To Van Tinh suddenly interjected: "Maybe the photo got mixed up on the page. Ms. Khuong Ninh, you don't need to dig up the form like that." I pointed my eyes at her: "Is your test from earlier also this version?" She paused: "The lottery you can pick is not like this." The Head of the Emergency Department turned to ask the staff: "How many sets of questions are there?" The employee timidly replied: "Yes, two sets."