City: Chinese Medical God
25 Teaching II

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Because you've already forgotten that most of it was returned to the teacher. Three years later? Five years later? Thirty years later? How much can you remember?"

"Then how can I not forget?"

"When you apply basic theory to practice, there must be a transition. Practicing is a transition and a bridge. I'm sure you've heard of the word bridge.”

"Then, Teacher, tell us, how do we go through the transition?”

Every time you see a patient, you will unconsciously think of the theories you have learned from books. This invisible part will become your own.

If you can go back to the dormitory after work every day and review the pathologies, physiology-biochemistry, and pharmacology of the patients you saw today, you will remember more.

Think about it, when you were studying in university or graduate school, not only did you have knowledge about brain surgery, but you also had knowledge about general surgery, orthopedics, gynecology, facial features, and all other departments.

Interning in the neurosurgery department was only to review the knowledge in the neurosurgery department. The knowledge in other departments was abandoned.

However, it was different in the Emergency Department. Every day, one would encounter many diseases from other departments. A year later, he had basically brought most of the basic knowledge to the clinic.

In comparison, have you transferred 60% or 70% of your knowledge to clinical practice?”

"Then wouldn't a year of internship in the neurology department make your neurology knowledge more solid? Anyway, I'll only do brain surgery in the future. I can't change my major.”

"What you're talking about is only brain knowledge. Have you ever thought about the consequences when you become a brain specialist and your patient has a disease from another department?

Even if you cured 10,000 patients, as long as one patient accidentally died due to your carelessness, there would be medical negligence. You won't be able to live in peace for the rest of your life. You'll be condemned by your conscience! Not to mention the censure from the patient's family members, the hospital's leaders, and the entire hospital's colleagues.

What are the consequences of doing this often?‘Quack Doctor! You want to be a famous doctor? No way!"

For example, the patient would occasionally have chest pain, but you did an electrocardiogram, a biochemical test, and a chest CT scan before the surgery, and no problems were found. In the end, the patient suddenly suffered from cardiac and respiratory arrest after the surgery. He could not be rescued and died.”

"How did this happen?"

"This kind of situation is very common. The patient has heart disease. Since you don't know him, it's impossible to do a further examination of the heart. Even if you did, you wouldn't care because it was relatively light! After the surgery, his condition suddenly worsened due to the impact of the major surgery. This is the difference between knowing and not knowing."

"Aren't you supposed to be at 3 o'clock? What's the third point?"

"We've always done this.”

"Not really. For example, I'm a junior college student. Are you convinced from the bottom of your heart? In your subconscious, we are all doctors who have been eliminated by history. In the future, it would be the doctor's world. At least a master's or bachelor's degree."

"We really don't have such thoughts. Teacher, did you hear some gossip?”

"I didn't hear any gossip. I'm not referring to the two of you. This was human nature.

Remember, in the medical profession, theory is not the only thing that matters. Practice is the only thing that matters. An expert without clinical practice was a fake expert. To put it bluntly, he was a murderer.”

"Is it that serious?"

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