I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

「A few days later, at Southern Medical University.」

Jiang He received a call from his mom.

"Hello, Mom."

On the other end of the line, his mother said with a laugh, "Son, you’re not busy, are you?"

"Not busy. I’m reading some papers. What’s up?"

"That counselor of yours, Teacher Sun, called me and your dad again today."

His mother’s voice swelled with pride. "Oh, Teacher Sun spent a good twenty minutes on the phone praising you. He said you saved a lot of people at the hospital and that patients’ families sent over a dozen silk banners to the university. He packed them up in a cardboard box this afternoon and mailed them home to us."

"Mm," Jiang He said.

His mother chuckled. "My son is amazing. Truly amazing, my boy..."

"Mm-hm..." Jiang He responded.

His mother continued, chuckling, "Hehe, so here’s the thing. Your dad and I were out buying groceries at the street corner at noon today, and we happened to run into your Uncle Lin. You know, the Uncle Lin from next door? You remember him, right?"

’Uncle Lin. Of course I remember him.’

His son was Lin Han, his childhood friend.

"I remember. What’s up?"

"Lately, your Uncle Lin has been telling everyone he meets how outstanding his Lin Han is at Zhongshan University Medical School. He said that at the end of the month, Lin Han is going to represent his school in some South China Region Clinical Skills Competition."

His mother snorted. "I couldn’t help myself. I said, ’What a coincidence! My Jiang He is participating too, and he’s on the team representing Southern Medical University!’"

Jiang He shook his head, exasperated. He could just picture the scene.

His mother continued, "After we chatted for a bit, I found out that Lin Han is coming to Southern Medical University this afternoon with his school’s supervising teacher to get familiar with the competition venue. You two haven’t really been in touch since high school graduation. Since he’s coming over, you should act as the host and treat him to a meal."

"Alright," Jiang He agreed.

"Son," his mother urged, "Lin Han has always been a good student, and he’s very serious about his work. He must have learned a lot of real skills at a great school like Zhongda. You’re doing well now, too, but you might still be a little behind him. When you take him out to eat, be humble and ask him for some pointers. Get him to give you the inside scoop, share some of his competition experience, you know?"

"I know, Mom. I’ll contact him in a bit."

After hanging up, Jiang He leaned back in his chair and thought about Lin Han.

He and Lin Han actually had a great relationship.

Ever since they were kids, Lin Han had been the type to be extremely self-disciplined and meticulous.

He never joked around and approached everything with an almost severe earnestness.

It was only after they got into different universities that they started seeing less of each other.

In his past life, when he got married, Lin Han had even taken time off to attend the wedding and gave a very generous cash gift.

’He’s a good guy, and a capable one at that.’

’Maybe... I could recruit him as a researcher?’

’But it’s a little tricky since we’re not at the same school. Unless... I could mobilize the power of the group chat and get the big shots in there to help pull Lin Han over or something... ’

Jiang He pulled his thoughts back to the present and glanced at the time. There was still half an hour until lunch.

He called Li Zijian. "Zijian, stop doing good deeds for today. I’m going out to eat."

Li Zijian’s voice was sullen. "Okay."

’This guy... from the sound of his voice, has he hit another snag?’

Jiang He pretended not to notice, grunted in agreement, and hung up.

’It’s not that I don’t care about my bro, but I’m sure it’s nothing major.’

’For these kinds of minor emotional issues, Teacher Zijian can definitely figure out how to handle them on his own... ’

...

「12:30 PM, in Southern Medical University’s No. 2 Cafeteria.」

Jiang He spotted Lin Han at a glance.

The guy was just too easy to recognize.

Among the crowd of students, he was the only one wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, his hair slicked back, his back ramrod straight, and his gaze resolute.

Jiang He walked over, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down.

"Hey man, long time no see."

Lin Han looked up, his gaze immediately falling on Jiang He’s cast-covered leg.

His brow furrowed instantly.

"Are you okay? You’re injured?"

’Here we go again, the classic question.’

The question was like a trigger for Jiang He. He replied expressionlessly, "Ah, just a little accident. It’s nothing. The cast will be off in two weeks."

Lin Han nodded. "That’s good."

Jiang He took him to get food.

Afterward, they returned to their seats with their trays.

Lin Han didn’t say a word while he ate.

Only after he had finished completely and wiped his mouth did he pick up his briefcase from the side and take out a notebook.

"I heard from my dad that you made it to the finals, too. That’s very good. It shows you haven’t wasted the last three years. It’s not easy to stand out at your own university."

His words were very blunt; anyone else might have found them grating.

But Jiang He knew this was just Lin Han’s normal way of speaking, with no ill intent.

"Just got lucky," Jiang He replied casually.

Lin Han shook his head. "There’s no luck in medicine. You’re about to enter the competition. I came over today to get familiar with the venue, so I can also help you go over some key points."

He opened the notebook. It was densely packed with notes and highlighted points made with different colored ink pens.

"The overall environment is different this year." Lin Han pointed to the outline on the first page. "I’m guessing that after the snowstorms and earthquake at the beginning of the year, the Ministry of Health is placing an unprecedented emphasis on critical care and trauma first aid. The topics will probably change a bit. You can’t just focus on the four routine punctures from the textbooks."

"Look here." Lin Han pushed the notebook in front of Jiang He. "On-site assessment for multiple traumas: airway, breathing, circulation. If you encounter a simulation for a Tension Pneumothorax, you must remember, the standard position for needle decompression is the second intercostal space at the midclavicular line. When you insert the needle, it must be perpendicular to the chest wall. Insert it along the upper edge of the lower rib to avoid the intercostal nerves and blood vessels. You absolutely cannot hesitate, understand?"