"Hiromi, are you nervous?" Standing at the entrance of a conference room, Chen Yu asked the pale-faced Jounouchi Hiromi beside him with concern. She seemed somewhat tense, wringing her hands ceaselessly and muttering something under her breath.
Upon hearing Chen Yu’s question, the muttering of Jounouchi Hiromi was interrupted, and she suddenly stamped her foot, looking at Chen Yu with dissatisfaction and complaining to him in irritation, "It’s all your fault! You’ve interrupted the self-introduction I was thinking through!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" Chen Yu, seeing Jounouchi Hiromi in this state, couldn’t help but find it a little funny, but he still comforted her by saying, "Don’t be too nervous, today is just the routine weekly seminar meeting. Professor Kube will introduce us to the other colleagues at the hospital; you just have to briefly introduce yourself, there’s no need to say too much."
"But this is the Eastern University Affiliated Hospital; wouldn’t it be rude if my self-introduction is too simplistic?" Jounouchi Hiromi was still not reassured. For her, the Eastern University Affiliated Hospital had once seemed out of reach, and now that she had the opportunity to work here, she inevitably felt anxious.
"It is precisely because this is the Eastern University Affiliated Hospital that you don’t need a detailed self-introduction," Chen Yu explained to Jounouchi Hiromi, shaking his head gently, revealing a somewhat harsh reality: "This is a place crowded with graduates from the University of Tokyo Medical School.
Do you think they care about the resume of a doctor who graduated from other medical universities? Instead of wasting words introducing yourself to them, why not prove your abilities through your performance and skills? That is the real way to make them remember you."
After listening to Chen Yu’s words, Jounouchi Hiromi was stunned in surprise. She looked at the expression on Chen Yu’s face and realized that she had made a mistake.
Graduates from the University of Tokyo Medical School represent the elite of all Japan. To them, academic backgrounds indeed don’t hold much weight; after all, even the most distinguished resume hardly compares to the prestige of a University of Tokyo Medical School degree.
Even among Tokyo University graduates, those from other departments are looked down upon by those from the medical school, so what about graduates from other medical universities?
In a place like the Eastern University Affiliated Hospital, the only better way to be remembered by others was to showcase one’s own skills and let others recognize one’s abilities, right?
After Professor Kube finished speaking, some of the doctors sitting in front of Chen Yu began to clap, while others seemed indifferent.
Chen Yu understood in his heart that those applauding were likely the surgeons mentored by Professor Kube, as for the ones who didn’t applaud... it seemed the old disputes between the departments of surgery and internal medicine were growing more intense.
Sighing inwardly, Chen Yu didn’t show any reaction and, together with Hiromi Jounouchi, took a seat at the place designated for the surgical team. After nodding and greeting those around him, he directed his gaze straight to the large screen on the podium in front of him.
"Next, we continue with this week’s pre-operation conference. The first patient of the week is Mr. Naoki Inomata, a male, 26 years old, with a preoperative diagnosis of esophageal cancer, stage IVA." Displayed on the large screen of the podium were Naoki Inomata’s medical records, alongside his X-ray images.
Seeing that Naoki Inomata’s condition had advanced to stage IVA, many people frowned and began to whisper among themselves. Stage IVA generally no longer warranted surgical intervention and was typically managed with medications to improve the patient’s survival time and quality of life.
"Regarding this patient, I recommend transferring him to our internal medicine department for conservative treatment with medication.
There’s no need for surgery at stage IVA, and even if we performed surgery, we wouldn’t be able to completely remove the tumor," a female doctor, who seemed to be the Department Head of Internal Medicine and was sitting next to Professor Kube, stood up and offered the internal medicine treatment plan after glancing at Naoki Inomata’s records.
"Excuse me! This is my patient," Chen Yu obviously wouldn’t let someone take his patient away and stood up immediately to interrupt the Department Head of Internal Medicine, "Mr. Inomata is a patient I have been managing. He was already at stage IVA of esophageal cancer three years ago; I have been controlling his condition with medications.
The reason for his admission this time is his hope for a cure."
"Three years ago?" The words of Chen Yu left the Department Head of Internal Medicine astonished – a person who, judging by the disease, could have only lived for three more months, had survived for three years. Such a medical record was unheard of even to her.