Because the door of the conference room is open, there have been many doctors and nurses gathered outside the door. They all admire Han Teng's courage and courage, and can fight against scholars in the conference room where experts gather.

After all, I am worthy of drinking foreign ink.

But at this moment, a man's eyes were full of anger and his teeth were creaking.

"Do you know? Han Teng put the hospital to give foreign places and didn't have to rush back to participate in the case treatment. I really don't know what he was thinking!"

"Yes, the hospital values ​​him so much, it's all over this time!" a nurse sighed.

"But even though I have drunk foreign ink, I still overestimate myself. The one here is not a great professor, a great scholar, especially the professor Xu Guangyun and Xu, but an old Chinese doctor who is of great significance to the Imperial Capital Hospital!"

The doctor at the door was still talking, and Han Teng inside had been calling back and forth several times.

"Valve replacement actually has its drawbacks..."

Han Teng wanted to continue talking, but at this time he was interrupted by Dean Chen's stern voice.

"Enough! Get out!" He pointed his fingers outside with his trembling angry fingers.

Han Teng's voice came to an abrupt end, and he sighed and said, "Director Chen, please let me take the scalpel this time!"

After saying that, he looked at the old man in front of him with anticipation.

"You can pick up the scalpel whenever you want? Let me go out. I haven't settled the score with you for my private return from abroad yet. Do you really think that the hospital is yours?"

Dean Chen slapped the table, and at this time he didn't care about his superiors and was furious.

After slapped so many professors and scholars in the face in the conference room, Dean Chen naturally couldn't hold it in his face.

"Young Master, please put your position right. You are far from enough to pick up the scalpel!" A white-hat scholar stood up and said seriously. After saying that, he looked at Han Teng up and down.

A man in a black shirt stood up and said coldly, "So what if you understand the condition? The operating table cannot tolerate any carelessness, so how can you let go of trouble!"

"But you still have..." Han Teng wanted to refute again, but was interrupted by an extremely disharmonious voice.

"Doctor Han, you are an intern after all. The hospital values ​​you, but it does not mean that you are allowed to be so indulged. If you have no experience, you will talk about surgery!" President Chen's voice was even cold and cold.

Everyone at the round table shook their heads the same, and some even talked about this reckless young man as a laughing stock.

Han Teng looked at everyone at this time and finally walked out of the conference room with a cold snorted.

The old man in the blue plaid suit said, "This young man is too arrogant and he can't get the scalpel!"

He looked at Han Teng's back and looked cold in his eyes.

"Don't worry, the main surgery is Chen Ping, the gold medal scalpel of our hospital, don't worry!" President Chen said with a smile, his eyes were also extremely complicated.

But no one noticed Professor Xu Guangyun's back looking at Han Teng, but he was quite appreciative.

The meeting continued, but most people were upset by Han Teng's words just now, and in the end they did not discuss any results.

The tentative plan is to allow Chen Ping to use the treatment of continual heartbeat in the heart under minimally invasive external circulation, but the operation is at a high risk.

So everyone was not sure about it, but this is the only way to do it for the present.

As for the plan proposed by Han Teng, they directly denied it, and the operation time was set on the morning of the next day. Because the patient's condition was very strong, he had to prepare for the operation in advance.

Han Teng, who was driven out, threw the white coat to the ground, and he sat on the bench and gasped.

The doctors at the door looked at him with strange eyes, and then hurriedly left.

However, one of the people in the crowd was still staring at Han Teng at this moment, wearing a white coat and tying his waist. The two small eyes behind the golden glasses turned around and fell on Han Teng.

"Doctor Han, you are a little overestimated. You're just studying abroad for a few months. When you left, you were still a young boy. Why did you come to grab my job after drinking foreign ink for a few months?"

The word Chen Ping is written on the work certificate on the speaker's chest.

"Doctor Chen, what do you mean? I just want to propose a better solution, not what you think!" Han Teng suddenly stood up and stared at Chen Ping.

Han Teng once served as Chen Ping's assistant for several months when he first entered the hospital, so the two had known each other for a long time.

However, Chen Ping was always a little careless, and today he was snatched the job and smashed the situation by the little assistant who had never taken seriously before.

"Isn't it what I thought? Or I guessed your thoughts and you feel guilty!"

Chen Ping put his hands in his pockets, frowned and looked at Han Teng with a cold eyebrows. His eyes were not friendly.

"I feel guilty? Dr. Chen, I don't understand what you said. Isn't the doctor aiming to cure diseases and save people? If you have a good method, you can also suggest it. Why bother to deceive yourself here!"

Han Teng didn't give him any face.

Chen Ping clenched his fists and his teeth creaked.

He said, "You can take out such old-fashioned methods of acupuncture. After you come back from studying abroad, how can you still be so clumsy and simple!"

"Clean slight? Please take back this sentence. Please wait and see which one is right or wrong!" Han Teng said that and planned to leave.

Only Chen Ping stood there blankly, with a strange look hidden in his eyes.

"I said, we will never consider your method! It's such a nonsense!" As soon as the voice on the phone was heard, Luo Hanteng hung up the phone suddenly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched, and he hugged his messy hair tightly for a while.

But not long after, he suddenly raised his head from his loss, and suddenly scattered his work, and finally took out a thick book, which was heavy and simple.

The yellowed pages all indicate that it has been in some ages. The two words "Medical Classic" are written on the gilded cover, as vigorous and powerful as carved on it.

Han Teng stroked the "Medical Documents", swallowed his saliva and began to flip frantically.

"Page 300, it should be here! I remember seeing it! I remember seeing it..." His murmuring stopped abruptly, his pupils suddenly froze in a line, and then he began to read it silently.

There is still some time before the operation, but Han Teng is a fight every second.

After a while, the door was opened.

A little head came in. Everyone around him was working and didn't pay attention. He saw Han Teng quickly walking over.

"Doctor Han, this is your thing!" Tong Xin stood in front of Han Teng with a quirky look.

He was slightly shocked, and a little smile was squeezed out from his haggard expression and said, "I also said I wanted to pick it up, but you have brought it here." He took the wallet and took a chair.

"No, I'll send it to you when I'm working. I'll send it to you in the morning... Thank you," she stuck out her tongue, and her dark eyes were also turning.

"It's okay, you happened to be here too. Your illness has not yet been cured, so I will do the remaining acupuncture together!"

After Han Teng finished speaking, he lit up the alcohol lamp and a row of nine needles lit up.

Tong Xin hurriedly stood up and said, "No, no, I won't bother you, and I didn't register and found it by the address."

She smiled awkwardly.

"Just treat it as thanks, no charge!" Han Teng waved his hand, then began to clean and disinfect, and then made another call.

When Tong Xin saw that the affection was hard to refuse, she simply sat down, but she didn't look very comfortable.

"Thank you, Dr. Han," she slowly spit out a few words from her mouth after a while.

Sciatica pain, Chinese medicine acupuncture says that it is necessary to apply acupuncture twice. Once in the morning, it has been five or six hours since then, so it is safer to apply acupuncture now.

However, this time Tong Xin was much more obedient and the acupuncture process was very slow.

She stared at the photo on the desk and asked, "Doctor Han, the woman in this photo is..."

"This is my mother, but now she is lying on the hospital bed, and I can't do anything about it!"

Han Teng's eyes were indescribable when he spoke, but his hands were not even a little different.

"You will not be back this time..." She didn't continue.

Han Teng paused and said, "It's because of my mother. No matter what the rules I break, I know I only have one mother!"

After he said that, he clenched his fists tightly.

Tong Xin turned around a little, and couldn't help but feel sad when she saw his strong face. He was sobbing a little while in a daze.

The technique of using needles was also a little unstable, so I stopped and rubbed my hair with both hands.

Tong Xin felt a little disappointed when she saw him like this. She slowly carried his head into her arms and stroked his back with her hands.

"Sorry!" Han Teng suddenly reacted after a while. The first thing he smelled was a refreshing body fragrance, and then he felt a soft thing on his face.

He hurriedly shrank his head, his big red face was extremely bright, and at this time Tong Xin seemed to have realized something, and her face was also red as a ripe apple.

Both of them were gasping for breath, and it seemed that they could hear each other's heartbeat, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

"Continue acupuncture, aunt will get better," Tong Xin hurriedly broke the awkward atmosphere.
Chapter completed!