200: Chapter 200: The final stage of training! The ultimate assessment!
The two of them walked out of the conference hall side by side.
In the corridor, several trainees who had previously acted coldly toward Lu Chen because of the article walked up to him on their own initiative.
"Dr. Lu, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. That article was truly misleading."
"Brother Lu, I told you, someone must be stirring up trouble. Who would dare to question your level of skill?"
Lu Chen responded to each of them, neither warm nor cold, neither overly polite nor holding a grudge.
Liu Dong walked at the very back, finally completely relaxing.
"Damn it, I've been holding this breath in all day. I finally feel comfortable now."
Fang Yuhang whispered from the side.
"Can you watch your language? You represent the image of Group A1."
"Screw the image, I just feel great."
Lu Chen walked back to his dormitory and closed the door.
He sat down at his desk and opened his textbook.
His phone chimed.
A message from Director Li Sen.
[Director Li Sen: Professor Han Zhiguo called to tell me. It was handled very cleanly.]
[Lu Chen: Mm.]
[Director Li Sen: You weren't affected yourself, right?]
[Lu Chen: No.]
[Director Li Sen: That's good. Keep focusing on the training. Tomorrow should be the start of the final stage of the assessment.]
[Lu Chen: Received.]
Next was a message from Shen Xiaoning.
[Xiao Ning: Dr. Lu!! I heard the person spreading rumors was disciplined!!]
[Xiao Ning: That's great!! Evil gets its due!!]
[Xiao Ning: My version 2.0 of sweet and sour pork ribs was a huge success today!! I took a photo for you, look!!]
Below was a photo. The color of the ribs did indeed look much better than the previous version.
[Lu Chen: Looks good.]
[Xiao Ning: It's not just that it looks good, it's really delicious!! You'll know when you get back!!]
[Xiao Ning: By the way, did you eat properly today? Don't let those messy things affect your appetite.]
[Lu Chen: I ate, no impact.]
[Xiao Ning: That's good. Rest early today, good luck tomorrow!]
[Lu Chen: Mm, you sleep early too.]
Lu Chen put down his phone.
He flipped through two pages of the textbook, then paused.
It wasn't because he cared about that article.
He was thinking about something else.
Chen Hao.
From the contempt on the first day of class, to the failure in the airway challenge, to the crushing defeat in the team confrontation, and finally to today's written warning.
This person's mental trajectory was actually quite clear.
At first, it was refusal to accept defeat.
Later, it was resentment.
Then later, it turned into using the wrong way to handle that resentment.
Lu Chen didn't feel any malice toward Chen Hao.
Just like he felt toward Su Wan, toward Zhou Ze, and toward Section Chief He Zhongfeng.
Everyone has their own choices.
He just needed to do his own job well.
Tomorrow is the final stage of training, the ultimate assessment.
He couldn't bring any unnecessary emotions into it.
He turned to the next page.
And continued reading.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhou Haoran returned from outside, carrying two cans of cola.
"For you."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Consider it a treat from the whole group."
Lu Chen took the cola, pulled the tab, and took a sip.
"Do you know what the exam is tomorrow?"
Zhou Haoran sat on the bed.
"I heard from Fang Yuhang that it seems to be a surgical assessment."
"What type?"
"Not sure. Professor Han has kept it very sealed off. He only said one word."
"What word?"
"Black box."
Lu Chen nodded and didn't ask further.
Black box scenario surgery.
No prior notification of the injury, no prior announcement of the surgical procedure. You only know what you are facing once you go in.
This type of assessment method places extremely high demands on comprehensive ability.
Because you don't know what you will encounter.
It could be an abdominal penetrating injury, it could be a traumatic brain injury, or it could be a combined treatment for multiple injuries.
There is no room for preparation.
Only strength.
Lu Chen finished the cola and continued flipping through the book.
At 11:30 PM, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.
For tomorrow's assessment, he needed his best state.
...
The thirteenth day of training.
The day of the ultimate assessment.
At 6:30 AM, Lu Chen woke up five minutes before his alarm.
He sat on the bed in silence for ten seconds, then got up to wash.
His state today was very good.
The permanent boost to sleep efficiency meant he only needed a little over six hours of sleep to fully recover his energy, and he felt no sleepiness after waking up.
Zhou Haoran also woke up very early.
The two met in front of the sink.
"Are you nervous?" Zhou Haoran asked.
"No."
"I am a little."
"Normal."
"Are you never nervous?"
Lu Chen thought for a moment.
"I have been."
"When?"
"The first time I was the primary surgeon."
"And then?"
"And then I wasn't nervous anymore."
Zhou Haoran looked at him, feeling that this answer was very Lu Chen.
Simple, direct, without any unnecessary embellishment.
The two changed their clothes and went downstairs.
The atmosphere in the Cafeteria was completely different from usual.
All the trainees were very quiet.
Some were repeatedly flipping through notes, some were closing their eyes and reciting operating procedures, and some hadn't even touched their breakfast.
The pressure of the ultimate assessment was real.
This was the final grade assessment for the entire training, which would directly determine the graduation level and be recorded in everyone's professional file.
Lu Chen ate his breakfast normally.
Rice porridge, an egg, two steamed buns, and a small dish of pickles.
He ate steadily.
His phone vibrated.
A message from Shen Xiaoning.
[Xiao Ning: Today is the big exam, right! I dreamed last night that you took first place! That's a good sign!]
[Xiao Ning: Dr. Lu, good luck! No matter the result, you are the best!]
[Xiao Ning: But I think you will definitely be first place!]
After reading, the corners of Lu Chen's mouth curved up.
[Lu Chen: Thanks, have you eaten breakfast?]
[Xiao Ning: Yes! Fried egg with milk! Do you believe that my cooking skills are getting better and better now!]
[Lu Chen: I believe it. I'll talk to you after the exam.]
[Xiao Ning: Okay! I'll wait for your news! I'm here anytime!]
He put down his phone and continued eating.
Zhou Haoran looked at him from across the table, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"What's wrong?"
"You smiled again."
"No."
"I swear the corners of your mouth moved."
"Eat your steamed bun."
...
Eight o'clock sharp.
All trainees gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the Training Center.
Professor Han Zhiguo stood at the front, with only one line of text on the electronic screen behind him.
[12th Advanced Training in Emergency and Trauma Medicine: Ultimate Assessment]
"You all should have heard rumors last night," Professor Han Zhiguo began, his voice echoing in the lobby.
"Today's assessment is called Black Box Scenario Surgery."
"The rules are very simple."
"Each of you will enter a simulated Operating Room alone to face a simulated casualty. The injury will not be disclosed in advance; you will only obtain information after entering. You need to independently complete the entire process from diagnosis to surgery."
"The entire surgery will be recorded in real-time and broadcast simultaneously in the observation hall on the second floor. All expert judges and non-participating trainees can watch in real-time."
"There is no chance to redo it."
"Once you go in, it's a real cut and a real stitch."
He paused.
"The order of assessment will be decided by drawing lots. It will start in half an hour. No communication is allowed during the process."
The whole room was silent.
Professor Han Zhiguo added one last sentence.
"This is your last battle in this training program. I don't care about your professional titles, I don't care about your qualifications. I only care about one thing."
"Once you enter that door, can you save the person?"
After speaking, he turned and left.
Administrative staff began to organize the drawing of lots.
Lu Chen stepped forward and drew his number from the lottery container.
Number 34.
Seventh from the last.
Zhou Haoran leaned over.
"What's your number?"
"34."
"I'm 12, not too far back."
"Mm, you go first, I'll watch you from above."
"Can you not use that tone that makes people nervous?"
"What tone?"
"That flat, calm tone that makes it feel like you're judging me."
Lu Chen glanced at him.
"You're overthinking it."
"Maybe."