A total of nearly 400 people came to the entire case discussion. In order to seize the time, Coenter specially raised a difficult question and hoped to screen out the people who did not need to stay here as soon as possible. It was not that he was arrogant or that he deliberately made things difficult for these young people, but that he could not pass the first level, and there was no need to leave any discussion at all at the second and third level.

Anyway, I can't understand it even if I stay in the classroom, so it's better to listen to other professors' classes.

So from the beginning, he deliberately dug out the patient's medication history and gave a short answer. If he had enough strength, even if there was no imaging examination report, relying solely on some laboratory blood reports, the answer should be clear in a short time.

Coent took the answer sheet handed by a doctor, just glanced and kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside him. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the door, waved to the next person without even saying a word "out".

It's really too many people, and it's too tiring to say one by one.

After reading more than 200 answer sheets, I could leave only a handful of people who stayed by the podium. The most answers were simply routine diagnosis of viral encephalitis infection, viral encephalitis combined with bacterial infection, mental abnormalities, etc.

It's so ordinary that he wants to scold people.

Of course, there are also some people who are lit up, such as psychiatric symptoms caused by inhalation, combined with HV infection, resulting in a decrease in immune ability, and causing a major outbreak of infection. Some also describe high fever and muscle spasms caused by rabies, and there are also many poisoning after taking overdose.

However, just making Coenter's eyes shine cannot be a bargaining chip left behind. What is wrong is ultimately wrong.

Compared to those who have the same diagnosis, they can usually get one more word of "sorry" and then follow the steps of the person in front and leave sadly. Xu Jiakang should have been one of them, but when he was queuing up to submit the answer sheet, Qi Jing mentioned it slightly.

According to Xu Jiakang's original intention, this is a wishful competition, and Qi Jing's suggestions are not necessary.

"No, my answer is definitely not wrong." He was confident about what he wrote and got up and wanted to leave his seat.

"It's better to change it. Viral infection invades the brainstem..." Qi Jing was still writing about her own thing in her hand, but she smiled and said casually, "I have a good idea. I have considered a series of neurological symptoms, but even brainstem infection will not progress so quickly."

"Everyone has different illnesses, maybe this patient is like this?"

Qi Jing knew that the Department of Neurology should be Xu Jiakang's strength, but he failed to study with psychiatry. After all, there is no special situation in a comprehensive hospital that will not treat mental patients, so many doctors have only a slight understanding of mental illness.

But any situation in the emergency department may occur. It is not enough to just grasp the situation after a normal person has an illness. If you encounter a mentally ill, it is impossible to put people aside without learning.

"What infection can cause people to develop from low fever to ultra-high fever in one night, and finally die suddenly after cardiac arrest within an hour?" Qi Jing asked with a smile.

"This..." Xu Jiakang really couldn't say it.

"The development speed of infection is like a person walking, some people walking faster, some people walking slowly, which is normal. At a specific time, they will also move forward because of running, which is much faster than walking. After a few days, they develop from low fever to high fever and finally septic shock, which does exist."

Qi Jing continued to explain: "But the development speed of this patient is simply a jet plane. You said that a person runs as fast as a plane. Is this possible? It's not Superman."

It's really impossible...

After having no way to refute, Xu Jiakang hesitated for a while and wrote Qi Jing's answer together. He did not give up competing with Qi Jing, but became more greedy and could not waste the opportunity to stay because of his desire to win.

If Qi Jing is correct and he rejects this answer coldly, he will be swept out directly.

After considering this, Xu Jiakang did not delete his answer, but instead used a tone of doubt, took Qi Jing's answer and wrote a sentence later on the judgment of possibility.

Although Coent was not very satisfied after seeing this, he thought that there were not many people left behind, so he relaxed the standards for him a little. After all, it was already very good to consider the disease itself. Just ask a little medical history and do some examinations to make a clear diagnosis.

It would be great if you can avoid misdiagnosis in this patient.

He pointed to the place where more than 20 doctors stood aside, and smiled: "It's done well."

"Thanks."

Xu Jiakang was very excited and felt a sense of pride that he could stand out from hundreds of people. Since He Tianqin stayed in the first hospital and watched other graduates of the same period leave helplessly, he had not tasted this kind of pleasure for a long time.

However, Qi Jing's words and subsequently changed answers made Xu Jiakang feel like he was stuck in his throat when he came on stage.

After reading it, Coent said nothing, and he didn't know which answer was correct. In addition, he could not communicate and talk after announcing the writing, so although there were many people in the classroom, it was very quiet.

Only after Qi Jing submitted the answer can he know the final result.

Qi Jing is behind him, so he should just take a look...

It originally only took a few seconds to review, but when he arrived at Qi Jing, he suddenly got stuck. Coent held the answer sheet and kept looking at the things on it, but he just didn't give an answer.

Xu Jiakang asked Qi Jing in a low voice.

Qi Jing was also helpless and shook his head.

Xu Jiakang was curious and changed his position. He walked from Coent's side to behind who could see the paper more clearly. It was not too much to see it, and he was shocked when he saw it.

The white paper I just gave Qi Jing was completely filled with. From the perspective of segments, several situations should have been divided into two categories, each of which was analyzed in detail, and their respective results were also provided.

For cases where previous medical history and inconsistent examination reports are indeed the right choice to write this way.

But the time given is only five minutes. Everyone gives an exact diagnosis. Who would write a differential diagnosis for a case with a lack of conditions in five minutes?

Perhaps there are people who write several questions about diagnosis, such as his answer sheet.

But in such a short time, most people only have a rough idea, and it is impossible to write all subsequent analysis and considerations into it. Being able to write so well means that his brain is already screening while looking at the case. The key is that Qi Jing is still slower than him, isn’t it too much?

"Is this your answer?" Coent had a rare place to put the answer sheet aside, picked up the drink bottle and took a sip and read it back and forth.

"Yes, it's mine." Qi Jing replied.

"It's a good analysis, it's very good for my appetite," Coent asked, "What's your name?"
Chapter completed!