CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: RECOMMENDATIONS FOR XIA XIAOYU

The surgery was still ongoing. Li Yang was repairing the ruptured small artery, while Zhao Heng, with the help of another resident doctor, was repairing the gastric perforation.

Xia Xiaoyu, however, sat sadly to the side, head lowered, lost in her own thoughts.

At this moment, she was physically exhausted, and the anguish in her heart from making such a basic mistake was even more overwhelming.

In these past few years, Xia Xiaoyu had never felt this upset.

Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Zhao Heng’s busy figure, and a glimmer of sunshine appeared in her clouded heart.

Having gained experience from Li Yang, Zhao Heng was quite adept at repairing gastric perforations. Some surgeries are just a matter of practice.

High-level doctors stand out because of their surgical proficiency and ability to handle emergencies.

Seeing Zhao Heng’s smooth and skillful operation, Li Yang felt a bit shocked.

Could Zhao Heng truly be such a genius?

No matter the surgery, once he takes over, he seems to be familiar with it as if he’s been practicing for over ten years.

To become a high-level doctor, not only is skill practice necessary, but experience accumulation is equally important.

Thinking of this, he felt that someone like Zhao Heng only working as an equipment assistant was truly a waste of talent.

Under the responsibilities of Zhao Heng and Li Yang, the surgery concluded an hour later.

After the surgery, the middle-aged patient was sent back to the ward.

However, the atmosphere in the operating room was somewhat heavy.

Li Yang kept a stern face and said nothing.

Xia Xiaoyu stood up, her eyes red, nearly on the verge of tears.

No one else dared to persuade her, since as a surgeon, such basic mistakes should not occur.

Although this time there were no severe consequences, it must serve as a lesson.

"Teacher, I’m sorry."

Xia Xiaoyu said with a sob.

If her operation had led to severe consequences, it would have been Li Yang, the main surgeon, who would bear the responsibility.

In essence, Xia Xiaoyu had handed Li Yang a ticking bomb.

Li Yang, who initially wanted to reprimand her, softened upon seeing Xia Xiaoyu in such a state.

Moreover, working continuous shifts for twenty-four hours – even an iron person would find it unbearable, let alone a girl.

"Go back and rest well. Be more careful next time."

Li Yang said gently.

He didn’t speak harshly, understanding that doctors are human, not gods, and can make mistakes. This time, due to his experience, he was able to remedy the situation in time.

However, this incident also made Li Yang realize that perhaps Xia Xiaoyu might not be suited to be a lead surgeon in surgery.

It’s a matter determined by one’s personality.

"I remember you’re about to be promoted to attending, right? Have you considered transitioning to internal medicine?"

After a pause, Li Yang added.

His implication was that Xia Xiaoyu’s personality might not be suitable for surgery.

To be an excellent surgeon, one must have a big heart, withstand pressure, and remain steady under stress.

Clearly, in terms of psychological resilience, Xia Xiaoyu was somewhat lacking.

"Teacher, I..."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiaoyu choked up.

She had worked so hard to become a qualified surgeon.

If she now transferred to internal medicine, all her efforts would seem wasted, wouldn’t they?

"Being a surgeon is not the only path. Everyone has a place that suits them. Think it over."

After speaking, Li Yang shook his head slightly and left the operating room.

Witnessing this scene, others also said nothing, removing their surgical attire and leaving as well.

Outside the operating room, Xia Xiaoyu sat alone on a bench, her mind in a whirl. Li Yang’s words felt like a denial of her efforts to become an excellent surgeon.

Zhao Heng emerged from the operating room, noticing Xia Xiaoyu sitting alone on the bench looking forlorn, he sighed and sat beside her.

"Junior, do you think maybe I’m not suited for surgery?"

Seeing Zhao Heng, Xia Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask.

"In surgery, you need to have a certain ruthlessness, to be tough on yourself. Can you do that?"

Zhao Heng slightly shook his head and asked.

That ruthlessness is high self-demand. Excellent surgeons impose strict requirements on themselves, ensuring they don’t make mistakes during surgery.

Lives hang in the balance; a tiny oversight during surgery can sometimes be fatal.

And Xia Xiaoyu’s gentle personality doesn’t quite fit the high-pressure, high-demand environment of surgical procedures akin to battlefields.

She would be better suited to departments like Endocrinology or Neurology in internal medicine.

"Internal medicine can be quite rewarding, especially for someone with a personality like yours. I believe you could become an excellent internist."

Seeing Xia Xiaoyu even more upset, he couldn’t help but add a comforting remark.

He spoke from a practical standpoint, recognizing Xia Xiaoyu’s strengths: her gentle demeanor and strong communication and coordination skills, which are excellent for dealing with internal medicine patients.

Internal medicine isn’t like surgery; its patients are often long-term, with many having had their conditions for years.

Dealing with such patients requires patience and good character.

"Really?"

Originally feeling sentenced to a fate worse than death, Xia Xiaoyu suddenly lifted her head and asked, hearing Zhao Heng’s words.

"Yes, senior. Your good nature makes you well-suited to be an internist."

Zhao Heng nodded, speaking from the heart.

All roads lead to Rome; even aspiring doctors don’t have to be fixated on surgery.

If everyone wanted to be a surgeon, who would handle internal medicine?

Moreover, patients needing surgery are far fewer than those needing internal medicine.

"So do you think I should switch to internal medicine too?"

Xia Xiaoyu wiped her eyes, looking at Zhao Heng with teary eyes.

"Senior, I think everyone has something they’re good at, so don’t be too torn. Really. Maybe after switching to internal medicine, you’ll quickly become adept and an excellent internist?"

Zhao Heng thoughtfully suggested.

In terms of surgical talent, Xia Xiaoyu was rather average, something Li Yang likely recognized, which prompted his advice.

But Zhao Heng had a strong intuition that Xia Xiaoyu might excel in internal medicine.

"How come no one told me this before? Junior, life is so hard."

Xia Xiaoyu lamented, feeling wronged.

If she’d known earlier she wasn’t suited for surgery, she would have switched long ago. Why endure so much?

"Such matters are hard for others to tell you, senior. Don’t overthink it, get some rest. Take it easy and reconsider the transition."

Zhao Heng advised.

"Junior, you’re really kind."

Xia Xiaoyu suddenly remarked, looking at Zhao Heng.

She felt a lot better now, realizing that Zhao Heng was quite the warmhearted person. His words had instantly alleviated her previously overwhelming sadness.