Lin Yao thought he would be assigned to an important internship position, so he humbly said, "Director Liu, grades are one thing, practical ability is another. You don't need to consider my arrangements. Just assign me an internship position like a regular trainee."
“Uh…” Director Liu’s eyes widened, as if he had choked.
He coughed a few times, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Lin Yao, it's not like that. The reason your internship position wasn't finalized after the meeting is because all the doctors who can supervise interns are already booked, and we can't find a doctor to supervise you for the time being."
Lin Yao found it strange. It's common for a doctor to supervise several interns; everyone knows this is an industry practice. So why is it that no doctor is supervising any interns?
So he said, "Director Liu, my graduation thesis is about the integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine treatment of infantile pneumonia, and it has been published in the domestic journal 'Practical Medicine'. Do you think it would be appropriate for me to do my internship in the pediatric internal medicine department?"
After saying that, Lin Yao looked at Director Liu with hopeful eyes.
"Uh... this..."
Director Liu looked somewhat embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Yao with a guilty expression, as if he had made up his mind. "Lin Yao, the current situation is that no doctor is willing to mentor you. If you can find a doctor to mentor you, I will arrange for you to take that position."
In an instant, Lin Yao understood. History was repeating itself, but the fact that it was happening in his most beloved sacred place was unacceptable to him, and tears streamed down his face. He wiped away his tears and said to Director Liu, "Thank you, Director. I'll go find a doctor right away."
Lin Yao went to the Department of Pediatrics, found the office of the chief physician in charge, and handed over his resume. "Director Qian, I majored in integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine in pediatrics at the medical school. Do you think I can do an internship in your department? This is my paper published in the Journal of Practical Medicine. Please give me your guidance."
Director Qian had already met Lin Yao that morning. He looked at Lin Yao's resume and magazines, and then glanced at Lin Yao's appearance, which seemed rather troubled. "Lin Yao, I had heard of your reputation before you came to the hospital. Professor Li even specially recommended you. Originally, our department was really looking forward to your internship. After reading your thesis, I even considered keeping you on after your internship. However, now I can only apologize to you. Our department is short-staffed and cannot provide you with this internship opportunity. You should look for other departments."
"Director Qian, I won't cause too much trouble for the doctor supervising my internship. I'll just learn from the sidelines and won't affect my mentor's work." Lin Yao still wanted to seize the opportunity.
Director Qian stared into Lin Yao's eyes for about ten seconds without saying a word. Finally, he sighed slightly and slowly shook his head.
"Thank you, Director Qian." Seeing that there was no chance, Lin Yao disappointedly put away the magazine and resume, and slowly turned and walked out of the office.
Just as he stepped out, he heard another doctor's voice coming from inside the room, "This student is Lin Yao, isn't he? Director Qian, you've been talking about how our department was going to have a genius, but look what he's gotten into. Who would dare let their child see him looking like this? What a pity."
Then came another sigh from Director Qian…
Lin Yao then visited every department in the People's Hospital, even the gynecology department, only to be politely refused each time. He finally understood that history could not be changed. Was he really not destined to become a doctor? He felt a deep resentment.
Professor Li, his mentor, was also helpless to help him with his experience. He could only persuade him again to stay at the university and do research with him, but this was not what Lin Yao was looking for.
So Lin Yao continued to travel to Ya'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Rehabilitation Specialist Hospital, Maternal and Child Health Hospital, Instrument Factory Staff Hospital, and even a mental hospital. Without exception, he was politely rejected by all of them. Even the mental hospital refused him because they were worried that the patients' families would not feel at ease.
This medical genius, nobody wants him...
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Chapter Three: Famous Online Doctors
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The cold wind lashed against his face. The familiar street was sparsely populated, which only accentuated Lin Yao's thin and frail figure. He looked like a withered corn stalk in the field, so dry and fragile, as if a gust of wind would break him.
Lin Yao is 22 years old this year. He is 1.74 meters tall and weighs less than 110 kilograms. His sallow complexion and gray short hair make his originally good features look like those of a severe drug addict or a late-stage HIV patient. No wonder no one is willing to give him a chance to become a doctor, because no patients or their families would feel comfortable letting him treat them.
The three-year curriculum for the Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine clinical specialty is three and a half years of theoretical study, followed by a six-month clinical rotation at the school's on-campus hospital, and finally, a year of hospital internship. However, six months have passed, and Lin Yao still hasn't been able to contact a hospital for his internship. All of this stems from his appearance.
So, despite having the best grades in the entire medical school, Lin Yao became the only graduating student who couldn't find a hospital for an internship. In the end, he had no choice but to register his internship at a clinic run by a friend of his mother's. However, the aunt only agreed to let him register under her name and refused to let him practice at her clinic, saying it would affect her business.
So he could only stay at home, helping his parents manage the pharmaceutical factory and doing some technical guidance for the workers.
Getting a diploma by working at a clinic is no problem for Lin Yao, but finding a job after graduation is already a major worry. His experience of being rejected for a hospital internship has left him shaken. Is he truly destined to never become a doctor? It's the career he's dreamed of for over a decade!
Lin Yao had a dream since he was a child: to become an excellent doctor. Because he was born weak and sickly, he especially longed to become a doctor and treat patients.
His father and mother both came from families of doctors, which gave him excellent conditions to study medicine. He began memorizing pharmacopoeias and medical classics from a young age. His medical skills and knowledge in traditional Chinese medicine were very rich, even surpassing those of his father, Luo Jimin. What he lacked was only practical experience.
Lin Yao was in poor health, which was the reason he had no choice but to stay in his hometown and study at the Sichuan Agricultural University Medical School. Otherwise, with his college entrance examination scores, he would have had no problem getting into Sun Yat-sen University of Medical Sciences or the Second Military Medical University.
He actually longed to study in the south because he liked the warmer climate. Ya'an was just too humid, with rain for more than 200 days a year, making it a well-known rainy city in China.
"Sigh... Maybe it was a very unworthy thing for my parents to spend all their money to treat me all these years." A sigh that was completely out of character for his age escaped from his chest, sounding so lonely and dejected.
Lin Yao had lived this kind of life for twenty-two years, but he had never truly been happy. His parents had always treated him very well, giving him a warm home. Lin Yao felt he owed his parents too much. His dream, besides becoming a doctor, was to make a name for himself so that his parents would no longer be looked down upon because of him.
When I got home and turned on my computer, several QQ messages appeared.
"Teacher Angel, I'm having some trouble choosing a topic for my graduation project. Which of the following topics would be best for me?"
Lin Yao smiled. They really think he's some kind of Good Samaritan, troubling him with these kinds of things.
I replied with just a few words, "The teacher is very busy," and then closed the chat window.
"Teacher Angel, the patient has a fever, headache, and vomiting, and some blisters on the skin. Teacher, how should we diagnose this? The patient's condition is getting worse, and they're threatening to sue our clinic if we can't find a solution. We've been treating it as a common cold and fever. It's extremely urgent, please help us!"
Lin Yao thought for a moment and left a message: "I suspect it's anthrax, a fungal infection. It's rare and difficult to diagnose. I suggest you go to a large hospital for a confirmed diagnosis and then treat with antibiotics at a higher dosage. Your small clinic should quickly persuade the patient to transfer to a regular hospital and not delay treatment."
"teacher……"
I haven't been online for a few days, and I have dozens of messages accumulated. Most of these messages are important; they are all requests for Lin Yao's help regarding a specific case, or for discussions about some difficult or complicated illnesses.
Lin Yao has many friends on QQ, most of whom are well-known experts and scholars in the domestic medical field or academic leaders in a certain field. In addition to these, some medical students he values and young doctors who have just started working are also fortunate enough to become his QQ friends. After all, he himself is just a student and needs to communicate with young people, even though no one knows his age or identity.
"It's time to clean up my friends list," Lin Yao muttered to himself. Even his graduation thesis topic was bothering him, so he had to get rid of these kinds of friends. He was just too busy online, and he had long ago set a rule: no chatting, and no sending messages on topics unrelated to medicine or without research value.
In reality, Lin Yao's medical career path is fraught with difficulties, but online, he is a renowned figure in the medical field—"Angel".
Lin Yao possessed a wealth of theoretical knowledge. He knew that he was born to become a doctor. He had an exceptional memory for medical knowledge, and he could quickly memorize even obscure Western medical terms and drug names.
Online consultations are difficult. While Western medicine doctors can conduct consultations based on detailed lab and examination results, consultations with traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are almost impossible. This is why most doctors online reply to requests for help with "please go to a reputable hospital for a definitive diagnosis." After all, diseases are diverse, and each patient's situation is very different; relying solely on written descriptions cannot truly identify the cause of the illness or help the patient.
Five years ago, Lin Yao began discussing with his medical colleagues online. As time went on, his extensive knowledge and unique treatment suggestions made him a sensation online, though this fame was limited to the Chinese medical community online.
The name "Angel" was initially associated with enthusiastic medical workers, then with experienced chief physicians in a particular field, and later with academic researchers in almost every field. Now, it is widely recognized as a leading expert in the medical field. Because of the breadth of his expertise, many once believed that "Angel" was not a single person, but rather a team or organization.