Queen of The Scalpel - Chapter 92
Well, this is probably fine.’ He was the emperor of this land. Who would be able to judge him? ‘I feel a bit bad that the other disciples suffered from this too, but…’ They were going to retest, so it didn’t matter.
“Uh…Your Majesty. Actually, we were contacted by the medical center.”
“Hm? With what?”
“There was a bit of an unexpected result…”
The Emperor made a strange face. An unexpected result? The servant slowly opened his mouth.
“That’s…”
Meanwhile, at that time in the medical research center. About 10 professors were having a conversation with serious faces.
“Then I guess retesting is confirmed.”
“Yes, we’ll have to do that. The passing rate is so low. It’s not even half of last year’s.”
“What do you mean half? There’s almost no one who passed.”
“I think the format of the patients’ conditions was too hard this time.”
“But the intent of the questions wasn’t bad. Wouldn’t it be better than the short answer questions or the multiple choice?”
Baron Eric came to his answer.
“We’ll have to report this to the bureau and set a new date for retesting. Please send the date when you have it to each hospital.”
“Will do.”
“Then let’s talk about the next order of business.”
Everyone’s face turned even more serious. The next order of business. It was as important as the lowest pass rate in history. No, it might even be more important than that. Since it was something that would flip the medical field around.
“The topic I want to discuss is this.”
And Baron Eric pulled something out. It was the root of their topic. A paper with some scribbly words on it. It was the answer sheet of one of the testers. Why did they have to discuss this? The professors’ eyes were all focused.
“Everyone read this answer sheet, right?”
“Yes, we all read it.”
“Then what do you think about it? About the contents of the sheet.”
“…….”
Everyone was silent. They just looked at each other. Eric sighed.
“Then I’ll speak first. To be honest, I didn’t get a wink of sleep after reading this. Do you know why?”
“…….”
Eric smiled bitterly.
“The answer to the problem that I’ve been struggling with was written right here.”
And he pointed at a problem on the paper.
It was the most difficult surgery that was in its beginning stages in the empire. They were researching how to do it but… ‘They submitted an answer that no doctor was able to come up with.’ At first, he was going to mark it as wrong. It was information he had never heard of before, and the writing was hard to read. But there were diagrams everywhere, and it was filled with medical terms, so he read it seriously …and he was shocked.
‘How was she able to read this?!’
He understood what the scribbly writing meant. It was revolutionary. ‘Roux-en-Y? The difficulty of the test will be harder, but…’
And it wasn’t just that.
“I also agree. To think that such a problem was solved so easily.”
A professor of the Rosedale Hospital, Mark, spoke up.
The question he had asked was about a patient in cardiac arrest.
“I don’t know why I wasn’t able to think of using the medicine that the Great Alchemist Fleming came up with like this. I’m disappointed in myself.”
After receiving orders from the Emperor, they had all thought long and hard about how to make harder questions. They raised the amount of difficult questions and asked about the conditions of patients.
‘As we expected, there were almost no disciples who were able to answer it.’
There were some rare answer sheets of those who could, but it was rare. But…just one. Just one had written every answer, and put everyone in shock.
‘Now way. How can this be?’
Eric muttered to himself. These answers knew the exact point of why the questions were asked. No, it was more than that. Some answers put everyone in shock.
-How to do a splenectomy!
-How to treat a patient in cardiac arrest!
-and the list went on…
They were all things that the medical field of the Fracoen Republic and the Empire couldn’t figure out. But…on this paper. There was the paradigm of everything written on here.