Walking away like this was something he simply couldn't accept.
Ultimately, Zeus gritted his teeth and sat back down, his expression looking as sour as if he had swallowed a fly.
The interview began. Floyd started with some foundational professional questions. Although Zeus felt stifled and humiliated, his academic background was solid, and his answers were reasonably fluent.
"What are the emergency procedures for cardiac tamponade?"
"First, immediate pericardiocentesis must be performed to relieve pressure, while simultaneously notifying the operating room to prepare for surgery."
"What are the classifications of aortic dissection?"
"Stanford Type A involves the ascending aorta, while Type B is limited to the descending aorta."
Floyd nodded with satisfaction as he listened to Zeus answer fluidly.
"Hmm, your fundamentals are quite good. Worthy of a top medical school graduate."
Zeus's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of smugness.
See? A classically trained professional like him couldn't be compared to some wild, unlicensed amateur from the streets.
Who did Leilani think she was? She must have just gotten lucky to be so highly regarded by Floyd. If it weren't for the fact that he was in the middle of an interview, he would have exposed her right in front of him.
However, Zeus's smugness didn't last long. As the interview dragged on, Floyd's questions became increasingly tricky. Beads of sweat began to form on Zeus's forehead, though he struggled to maintain his composure.
"If a patient presents with acute myocardial infarction complicated by cardiogenic shock, please design an anticoagulation protocol for this patient post-PCI under ECMO support."
Floyd's question was obscure, requiring knowledge across clinical practice, pharmacology, and medical research to answer correctly.
Her voice was soft, yet it pierced Zeus's eardrums like a knife.
Zeus jerked his head around to glare at her, his reaction visceral. He felt that Leilani saw he was about to pass the interview and, out of jealousy, was deliberately interrupting to cause trouble for him.
"Where was I wrong? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
Leilani didn't even lift her eyelids as she fluently pointed out his error.
"For HIT patients on ECMO, the preferred anticoagulant is Bivalirudin. Argatroban has a drug adsorption rate of over 40% in the extracorporeal circuit, so it shouldn't be the primary recommendation. As a classically trained doctor, you should know this better than I do."
Paulina hadn't just taught Leilani ancient medical practices in prison. She was also well-versed in modern medicine.
Leilani possessed an incredible memory—practically photographic. It was just that usually, when treating others, she mostly showcased her acupuncture skills.

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