Unlike other professions, the threshold for clinical medicine was layered. From a basic hospital to a world-class hospital, it was like a Russian nesting doll that kept getting bigger and bigger. If a person's achievement was fixed at a certain threshold, then it was easy to overlook countless mediocre people if one looked down, and it was easy to look up at countless mountains that were difficult to climb.
The advancement of clinical medicine could be understood as a way to eliminate non-mainstream personnel.
For example, in China or India, there were still barefoot doctors in the village health centers. In township hospitals or county hospitals, there were still various doctors who were not from medical school. However, in the tertiary Grade A hospitals at the city level, doctors without medical school experience could not be seen. Instead, they were replaced by a large number of medical masters or doctors with medical degrees. This situation was even more common in provincial-level hospitals. In the provincial-level tertiary Grade A hospitals, doctors began to re-examine the primary educational background of doctors other than a doctor's degree.
As for many provincial-level tertiary Grade A hospitals, many middle-aged and elderly doctors who wrote SCI articles that were as difficult as ascending to the heavens, were as easy as buying vegetables in the provincial-level tertiary Grade A hospitals or the regional tertiary Grade A hospitals.
In the departments of the top hospitals in the country, doctors who were good at writing research papers could write an SCI article in a day if they had experimental data. This speed and quality were naturally incredible in hospitals and schools that could award ten thousand RMB for writing an SCI article. This was because if there was even half a doctor like this in a hospital or school of this level, they would not dare to issue a similar award regulation.
In fact, the top clinicians in the country had the power to write constitutions in their fields. A typical example was being able to write guidelines and expert opinions. And if they were willing to break down the research papers they wrote, every paragraph could be written into a new research paper. It was like a surgery performed by a top expert. Ten minutes of breaking down each surgery was enough for a weak doctor to learn for a lifetime, if they were willing to learn.
As for world-class hospitals, it went without saying that the requirements were harsh. If a normal person's resume was flipped open, they would be in the winner's bracket at almost every stage of their life. For example, Felix had a whole row of awards in addition to the obvious Harvard Medical School graduation. Among them, there was a row of XXX Outstanding Contribution Award, XXX Appreciation Award, and XXX Specialist Award.
In addition, Felix was a member of the American College of Cardiology, the American College of Cardiology, the Cardiovascular Angiography and Intervention Association, the American Stroke Association, the Cardiovascular Angiography and Intervention Association, and the American Heart Failure Association.
Just like the doctors in the country, having so many titles did not mean anything in itself, but the fact that they had so many titles was very telling.
Sometimes, it was also closely related to a person's experience in the industry. For example, if some doctors crossed over to other fields more often, their identity in the society and their honorary status would become complicated.
After all, as long as it was not a random award or an academy, it was impossible for them to give it to a certain doctor within a year or two. This was especially true for academies and awards that were in competition with each other. They would have to think about it more in private.
To get so many titles, one had to be a big shot in the industry.
Holding Felix's resume, a few officials from the Health Bureau felt unusually heavy.
In fact, if this was the resume of a big shot in the medical field in the country, they would not be too surprised. However, since it was a foreigner, they could not get rid of the heavy feeling in their hearts.
Based on the customs in the country, even if a normal big shot in the medical field was arrogant, he would still have to show some respect to local tyrants like them. But foreigners, at least in the story club, behaved differently.
"This … I need to verify it!" It was fine if the director did not know medicine, but there were always people around him who did.
The deputy director was also dumbfounded when he took the resume. What resources did he have to verify this matter? Send a letter to Cleveland Heart Hospital? In fact, it would be best for Felix to prove himself, but unfortunately, there was no need for him to prove himself.
"Go and ask someone." The deputy director dragged another staff member out to be his scapegoat. At the same time, he pretended to be very busy and took out his phone to make calls.
Zhang Tiancheng looked at the busy faces of these people, and then looked at the resumes that were so serious that it took a lot of effort to come up with it. He felt a hint of danger.
The director of the street office next to him even brought up the topic and asked, "Old Zhang, you're quite familiar with Ling Jiezhou, right? What's the situation with him?"
If it were not for Ling Jiezhou putting up banners everywhere, he might not even know that there was a foreign medical expert in his territory.
Even though the people from the Health Bureau came all the way here, even if they did not say anything, he would only think that the Health Bureau was there to get some work done.
Instead, when he looked at the things on the banners, it made the director of the street office feel a little uncomfortable.
The "world's top doctor" did not affect him, but it affected him a lot.
Zhang Tiancheng scratched his head hard. "I think … I think …"
"Don't just say what you think, just say what you know." The director interrupted him.
"What do I know?" Zhang Tiancheng was not willing to say it, so he simply said, "As far as I know, Ling Jiezhou doesn't have this ability. He's just lucky. It's just that his ancestors left him a clinic, he married a beautiful wife, and he has amazing children. He's not even a doctor himself, so why would he know any foreign doctors? "
The director of the street office nodded slowly. "Ling Ran does have this channel."
Ling Ran was definitely a celebrity in his jurisdiction. However, the two of them had never had any dealings with each other.
As the director of the street office, he also knew his place, and he would not look for trouble for no reason. But he still had a good understanding of Ling Ran's situation.
It was just that with his intellect and experience, he could not think of a way to make use of it.
"I've also carefully looked at the expansion of Lower Groove Clinic in the past." The director of the street office moved forward, though he had something to say.
Felix and the others did not care about what these people thought at all.
Felix treated the outpatients one by one, just like when he was in Cleveland. According to the contract, although he was already an attending physician with the highest level in the clinic, he still had to complete outpatient tasks every week. As time went by, he got used to the occasional outpatient life.
And if there was anything that he was not used to, it would be because Lower Groove Clinic's outpatient services were not closed off, and Felix had to ask questions in front of everyone.
However, after trying to ask a few patients, Felix got used to it. He was also a doctor who had been to a third world country, so his adaptability to the environment was not bad. But when he was treating the neighbors, Felix became more careful.
With so many people watching, Felix naturally had higher requirements for himself compared to treating patients in a closed and private space.
Moreover, Ling Ran was beside him.
"These … are the tests you need to do." Felix took a pen and paper and wrote on it one by one. He then passed it to the neighbor in front of him and said, "When your test report is out, you can come back to make an appointment."
The interpreter quickly explained to the old man in front of him.
"Do I need to do so many tests?" The neighbor looked at Felix suspiciously. If it were not for the fact that he really had blond hair, he would have been ready to call the police.
"You're in a high-risk situation, and you need to be checked in time. It's very important, "Felix then explained.
His explanation took another ten minutes.
The director of the Department of Health could not help but nod. "Look at his attitude and professionalism. The doctors in our country still have a long way to go."
At this time, the number of people in the queue did not decrease, but only increased. Someone could not help but shout, "How much longer do we have to go?"
"If you can't wait, go to the hospital."
"I'll be happy to."
"You can wait if you're happy."
Felix was beaming with joy as he watched, and he said happily, "It's finally lively."
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