Entry (6)
“Shall Roy introduce himself?”
“yes.”
Roy, who was sitting next to Choi Ki-seok in the waiting room, opened his mouth at the interviewer’s words.
His introduction was Cheongsanyusu.
He graduated from Harvard Medical School, one of America’s most prestigious schools, and completed his internship at Harvard Hospital.
Afterwards, it is said that he did medical volunteer work for a year to realize the true meaning of being a doctor.
What is surprising is that sincerity can be felt in every word.
‘It won’t be easy, right?’
Choi Ki-seok adjusted his posture and straightened his back.
Roy was followed by Carrie’s introduction.
Carrie also had the same career and aspirations as Jonathan.
“Mr. Choi.”
Yasada spoke for the first time.
The moment I met the intimidating gaze, a shiver ran down my spine.
“Dr. Song wrote you a letter of recommendation?”
“Yes. You taught me medicine when I was in Korea.”
“is it so?”
Yasada’s eyebrows twitched.
But that was all. Yasada looked down at the application form again.
“Then Dr. Choi. Please introduce yourself.”
“All right.”
Choi Ki-seok cleared his throat and continued speaking.
“My name is Ki-Seok Choi from Korea. Actually, I became a doctor to satisfy my parents. I had no intention of treating patients, I just wanted the honor and rewards that come with the name of a doctor.”
The interviewers were silent at Choi Ki-seok’s introduction.
The other applicants openly stuck their heads out and stared at him.
No matter how I think about it, this is an introduction that is killing me.
“But around the time I graduated from medical school, I was diagnosed with heart failure. After spending painful days, I received a heart transplant and returned to society.”
“….”
“After becoming a patient, I was able to understand the patient’s feelings. That’s why I developed a desire to treat people suffering like me with my own hands. My lifelong wish is to become the world’s best thoracic surgeon. And to become a necessary person for patients and staff. I really want to start that big dream at Meijo.”
Ki-seok Choi finished the introduction and looked at the interviewer’s expression.
It feels good.
Everyone seems to be listening to him.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you going ahead?”
“Oh, sorry. Then, Tina, would you like to introduce yourself?”
At Yasada’s point, the interviewer on the right stared at Tina.
Eventually, after the self-introduction, it was time for individual questions.
The interviewers took turns asking sharp questions. However, the applicants maintained a calm and relaxed attitude.
Some even included appropriately playful puns.
Should we really say that he is a supporter of Mayjo?
“Mr. Choi. You said you had a heart transplant, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I had a transplant surgery, but can I survive the internship? I don’t understand common sense?”
The interviewer on the left tilted his head.
“The surgery went well, and I had a knack for resting well.”
“It’s not that I have a knack, it’s that I didn’t do my job properly, right?”
“I think it would be helpful to look at the attached documents.”
At Choi Ki-seok’s words, the interviewers rummaged through the documents.
The document he mentioned was none other than a letter of recommendation from Hyukpil Jang. Before leaving for the United States, I received a letter of recommendation just in case.
“Is the explanation interesting?”
Yasada burst into laughter.
“At the end, he’s a weirdo who dreams of becoming the world’s best thoracic surgeon, but he’s really afraid that he will become that.”
“Ah yes.”
“I think the working attitude in Korea has been proven enough?”
The interviewer on the right looked shocked at what the interviewer on the left said.
“By the way, your hobby is very unusual? Your hobby is suturing?”
“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”
“What is it? That person.”
The applicants burst into laughter at the words of the interviewer on the left.
No one in their right mind could have written that down because my hobby is suturing.
“I always practiced suturing whenever I had free time. So I wrote down my hobby as suturing.”
“Indeed, the person who dreams of becoming the world’s best thoracic surgeon is different no matter what.”
The applicants giggled once again at the words of the interviewer on the right.
“Then can we all see Mr. Choi’s hobbies together?”
“yes.”
“Marilyn, here’s the suture set and the model.”
At the words of the interviewer on the right, the female employee gathered the items and handed them to Choi Ki-seok.
Choi Ki-seok took off the packaging and tightened the suture needle with a needle holder.
Geek.
The sound of metal was unusually cheerful.
‘Just wait and see.’
I knew everyone was laughing at me. But after the stitching is over, the only person who can laugh will be yourself.
“let’s begin.”
Ki-Seok Choi sewed the model using continuous sutures.
A needle that passes the skin tissue through a needle.
Ligation that leaves moderate pressure on the wound with sutures.
These two steps proceeded quickly.
Not only the interviewers but also the applicants were captivated by his mesmerizing skills.
click!
Choi Ki-seok cut the sutures and presented the model to the interviewers.
“This is ridiculous. Is this possible?”
“Oh my god. Oh my god.”
The interviewer on the right and the interviewer on the left shook their heads.
In a short period of time, Ki-Seok Choi created a small heart using continuous sutures. The spacing of the sutures was even and there was no distortion in the heart shape.
It’s truly amazing.
“Dr. Song brought the right people.”
Yasada looked at him with interest, resting his face on his chin.
In fact, I was planning to cut Choi Ki-seok without mercy if he showed any loopholes.
Although I like and respect Professor Song as a person, recruiting his students is a completely different area.
Moreover, even if you come in with decent skills, you won’t be able to adapt. But the heart made with continuous sutures captured his heart.
I felt something.
This friend is different from other people.
“Lastly, let me ask you a common question. Shall we say at the same time what the top value of Mayjo Clinic is?”
“It’s patient-centered.”
“Tell me about the patient you took the best care of during your medical career.”
Is it because I was inspired by Choi Ki-seok?
Jonathan described his experience in colorful rhetoric.
Other applicants also answered without hesitation, and Choi Ki-seok brought up an episode about Choi Mi-soon.
“The interview ends here. Before I go back, I will tell you the results of the secret test.”
“Are there any secret tests?”
“That’s right. The test score accounts for 70 percent of passing, and the remaining 30 percent is the interview.”
The interviewer on the left smiled and said.
On the other hand, the faces of the applicants were as hard as stone.
I can’t believe the exam, which is more important than the interview, is already over…
Drurrrrrrr.
The conference room door opened and a female employee handed a bundle of documents to the interviewers.
‘Has it finally arrived?’
Choi Ki-seok stared at Roy with a huge smile on his face.
Roy was the one who kicked him out for smelling bad.
“The one who got the highest score was Mr. Choi. He was the first Mayjo to get a perfect score on the secret test.”
“Me? I didn’t do anything special, but…”
Choi Ki-seok deliberately looked the other way.
Maybe it was because I came to America that Hollywood-style gestures came out naturally.
“I will explain slowly from now on.”
The interviewer on the left continued.
“As everyone knows, this year’s Mayjo interviews lasted five days, unlike previous years. The interview times were divided into morning and afternoon, and only 30 people were interviewed per day. The reason for this was to conduct secret tests.”
“….”
“All of the interviewees must have met the patient before coming here, right?”
“Ah…”
Roy placed his hand on his forehead as the interviewer spoke.
Even other applicants let out sighs.
“Your attitude toward those patients is the result of the secret test. Shall we start with Roy, who got the lowest score?”
Roy, receiving the attention of the interviewer on the right, lowered his head.
“Roy just ignored the patient even when he spoke to him first, didn’t he?”
“…yes.”
“I can understand that the interview is just around the corner. But couldn’t you have at least talked to the patient and guided them to the hospital?”
“you’re right.”
“I guess the medical volunteer work listed here was meant to kill time?”
The interviewer on the right pointed to his application form with his index finger.
“How did Mr. Choi, who received a perfect score, behave?”
“Can I speak with my own mouth?”
Choi Ki-seok hesitated, pretending to be embarrassed.
“Mr. Choi’s actions set an example for everyone. He can be proud.”
“Hmm. Well, let me tell you. The patient complained of abdominal pain, so I examined him and palpated his abdomen. He said the pain in his lower right abdomen was severe, so I suspected appendicitis, so I carried the patient on my back and headed to the emergency room.”
“Do you know why Mr. Choi got a perfect score?”
“….”
“This is because Meijo’s value of being patient-centered was ingrained in us. Everyone, keep this in mind. Without patients, there is no Meijo.”
Eventually, the test explanation and interview came to an end.
‘It’s a good thing I left it up.’
Choi Ki-seok smiled when he left the conference room.
Today, I benefited greatly from my political power and charisma.
He discovered the secret test with his political power and left a lasting impression on the interviewers with his charisma.
With a relieved heart, I went outside and stared at the main building.
A dream to become the best thoracic surgeon in the world.
I think we are one step closer to that dream today.
* * *
Trap. Trudging. Trudging.
A man dressed neatly was heading to the Mayjo Clinic.
Choi Ki-seok was accepted as the top applicant.
Choi Ki-seok entered the main building whistling.
It seems like only yesterday that I was on duty for 100 days at Uijin University, but I have already become an official member of Mayjo’s staff.
I felt like time passed so quickly.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I knocked and went into the human resources department.
The inside was crowded with the successful applicants who came first.
“I will call your name one by one. If you are called, please take the contract and enter the conference room.”
The successful applicants were placed in the conference room under the control of the personnel department staff.
‘Should I take a look?’
Choi Ki-seok glanced at the contract with bright eyes.
Even Meijo Hospital could not conclude that there was no provision for toxins. Starting with the general provisions, we looked at working hours, work scope, and wages.
Fortunately, there were no problematic elements.
‘surely.’
Choi Ki-seok smiled bitterly and took his eyes off the documents.
The most important salary was about 2.5 times different from Korea. Considering that Mayjo’s working hours are more relaxed than those of Uijin University, the actual difference is even greater.
“Everyone, please concentrate.”
An employee from the human resources department stood on the podium and shouted in a loud voice.
“I am Lindsey, the human resources manager. First of all, I would like to congratulate you on being accepted into the second half of the residency program at Mayjo Clinic.”
The applicants applauded Lindsey’s words.
“If you want to officially work at Meijo, you have to sign a contract, right? From now on, I will explain the details of the contract.”
The successful candidates listened to her and looked at the contract.
“The last item is doctor’s insurance. As everyone knows, it is insurance against medical lawsuits. If you are sued, the hospital will provide as much support as possible, but it is not enough. So, it is mandatory to have insurance paying more than $1,000 per month.”
“….”
“Does anyone have any questions?”
The successful applicants remained silent in response to Lindsey’s question.
“Good. “Please give me the signed contract, and now let’s go get the gown.”
