"Master, are you calling me?" Ma Yichen came to see Zhang Fan after the operation.

"Well, do you want to follow me and get your gallbladder?"

"Haven't I always had gallbladder, but you..."

Zhang Fan's eyes widened, and Ma Yichen couldn't speak any more. Zhang Fan glanced at him, "Can you comment on his appearance as a master?" Ma Yichen said to himself, "Although you didn't do your job properly before, you could still be regarded as a surgeon. Now you go directly to infect people."

Don’t let me tell you what you are capable of!

"What I mean is, you should choose the gallbladder from now on. Specialize in the gallbladder!"

When Ma Yichen heard this, he said rather unhappily: "I want to treat my liver, but my gallbladder is just so small that it can't be used."

"Tsk!" Ma Yichen made Zhang Fan laugh angrily, "It's a level level, it's a level level, and you still can't use it, do you want to dance in your belly?

Do you think you’re good at removing gallbladders now that you’re in the spotlight? It’s still early, Master, I don’t dare to say anything else, but my position in the field of gallbladders is recognized by my uncle, am I proud?

"

After finishing speaking, he said with a blank look: "I want to work hard on gallbladder cancer, but this is partiality towards you. You are still stupid and ungrateful. Why haven't you inherited a little bit of your father's shrewdness?"

Ma Yichen's father is a liquor dealer and has been wandering around the world for decades. He is a man who can talk with his eyelids. Ma Yichen studied since he was a child and then went to the hospital. How could he possibly be as good as his father?

When Zhang Fan mentioned gallbladder cancer, Ma Yichen was stunned, "Master, do you really want to get gallbladder cancer?"

"Nonsense! Can it be done? If not, I will let you go..."

"Fuck it! I'll do it! How could I not listen to you?"

"The Chinese New Year is almost here, and now is the period when gallbladder disease is most common. Let's have some snacks these days."

"OK!"

China has made a statistics based on evidence. Every winter, the most common diseases are lung diseases, heart diseases and bone diseases.

At the end of the year and around the Spring Festival, gallbladder and pancreatic diseases catch up, followed closely by various accidents, trauma, and explosion injuries. There is even a foreign scholar who wrote a paper specifically to study this situation.

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…

To be honest, choosing surgery is relatively easier than choosing internal medicine. In the past two years, the foundation of surgery has been much more solid than that of internal medicine.

Moreover, we can also take advantage of this wave of surgical research to select a few good seedlings. It is time for Li Cunhou, Zhao Jingjin, and Zhao Yanfang to recruit students from Chasu.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan didn't know why he remembered the leeks in the vegetable greenhouse!

Just when Zhang Fan had put down tuberculosis, countries other than China did not stop. The big humanitarian hats that came over were given to China one by one.

In the early morning, Ouyang gritted her teeth while watching the news. Zhang Fan entered her office and was happy because he saw Ouyang's QQ name, Bai Xue!

Zhang Fan really didn't dare to laugh, "European Academy, who are you angry with so early in the morning?"

"Look, look, why are these guys so shameless? They insist on letting us publish the data and give up our patent rights."

"Oh." Zhang Fan didn't even raise his head. There are professional thugs in this matter. Anyway, now they don't dare to fly over with planes and cannons and quarrel? Can they lose based on Chinese culture alone?

Ouyang sat here and gritted his teeth. He was probably angry not because others asked him to give up his patent, but because he didn't go up and say a few words in person.

"That's right, my master is also in Chasu, and Senior Brother Lu is also in Chasu. I want to overcome the liver and gallbladder problems recently. The Spring Festival is coming soon. I feel that it is a bit fast and I am not sure, so...

"

As soon as Zhang Fan said that, Ouyang took off his reading glasses, stopped reading the news on the computer, and said directly: "Is Mr. Wu's body okay?"

"Okay, the old man's face is glowing now, much better than when he first came here."

"As long as Mr. Wu is in good health, everything else is not a problem. The Spring Festival is celebrated every year, and it only lasts three days, so it is not a big problem. Regardless of whether we are sure or not, we must mobilize everyone first.

You don’t want to announce it with certainty so that the whole world knows what you are going to do, just arouse everyone’s emotions first, and then take it step by step.”

Zhang Fan had a smile on his face, but what he was thinking in his heart was: Spread it all over the world? Is this my hobby?

"I can't help you with other aspects. You just have to hold on tight. Mr. Mao once said that only by holding on to something very tight and never letting go can you grasp it. If your claws are not tight, it means you are not grasping at all!"

Zhang Fan curled his lips helplessly. In fact, the purpose of his coming was to talk to Ouyang first, but the old lady gave him a set of tactics!

In the words of the leaders of Chasu Hospital, as long as Zhang Fan and Ouyang agree, it is equivalent to a team meeting.

Zhang Fan knew what he was doing. As soon as he entered the operating room, he heard Xue Fei from the emergency center calling for dermatology, brain surgery, and ophthalmology doctors through the pager.

Calling doctors from so many departments at once, they were almost ready for a general consultation in the hospital. "What's going on?" Zhang Fan just changed his phone number, picked up the internal phone on the wall of the operating room, and called.

When Xue Fei heard that it was Zhang Fan, he immediately said, "There was an explosion in a community. A family of three was injured. An emergency call just came from the 110 main station."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan put on his white coat and ran towards the emergency center.

Zhang Fan panicked when he heard about the explosion. People in other places might have thought of natural gas explosions or chemical plant explosions, but Zhang Fan thought differently.

"How big of a firecracker are these?"

Entering the emergency center, Zhang Fan saw that Xue Fei was already standing at the door with a group of nurses and doctors, pushing a stretcher and waiting.

"What's the specific situation?"

"It's not clear yet, let's just say there was an explosion and the injuries were serious. Let's get ready!"

"Why!"

To be honest, waiting is really not a good thing. In hospitals, waiting for unknown conditions is often just waiting, and people stop coming.

It turns out that there are a number of old-fashioned red brick buildings in Chasu, generally three or four stories high. Although these dilapidated buildings look like dilapidated buildings, these buildings were built specifically for Maozi experts by departments at that time.

However, because the design back then was not very good and the area was not large, thirty or forty square meters, the washing machine could only be placed in the kitchen.

As for the family where the explosion occurred, the husband was making breakfast in the kitchen, and the wife was washing clothes next to her with the child in her arms.

In such a narrow area, people are always close to each other. Otherwise, one person would enter the living room first, and then the other one comes out. He is going in, because both of them have to go to work, and there is no need to worry about sex.

The hostess of this house put the down jacket she had replaced last week into the washing machine. She stood by the washing machine holding her child and brushing her teeth while talking to her husband about trivial matters.

As a result, just as the fried onion and pork were about to come out of the pot, there was a bang, and the child had a pacifier in his mouth. He didn't even have time to grin and cry, and saw a bright dividing plate flying over.

It turns out that this down jacket was spinning and getting angry, and then the gas filled its fabric, getting bigger and bigger, and then due to the high-speed rotation and the blessing of various torques, it made a bang sound.

The door of the washing machine flew out like a Frisbee.

If the place was bigger, the intensity of the explosion wouldn't be a big deal. After all, if the down jacket gets angry again, can he still go to heaven?

But the place is too small, and the meat is on top of the meat, which is like being fried in the face.

Blowing a condom on your face and exploding it can leave a red mark on your face, not to mention a Frisbee as big as a pot.

Old houses, old washing machines, small spaces, this is the pressure.

The Frisbee hit the woman and the child first, and then flew towards the hot pan of hot oil as if it was also hungry.

There was a crackle, the child spit out the pacifier and cried loudly, while the blood on the woman's face was like bright red paint splashed from her head.

The woman hugged the child tightly. Before she could look at herself, a pot of hot meat fell from the sky. The blood was covered with meat slices and butter, and her long hair was mixed with green onions.

Seriously, at first glance I thought it was a plate of pizza.

The men in the family didn't care that they were covered in blisters. They were frightened to see their wife and children with blood on their faces.

I called 110 screaming and said it felt like enemies from abroad were coming.

When they were taken to the hospital, apart from the fact that the woman had a cut on the back of her head and was bleeding gurglingly, the child and the man were a little frightened. The child was crying for his pacifier, and the man was crying while holding on to the wall.

The closer we get to the end of the year and the closer we get to family reunions, the easier it is for something to happen. A family of three like this one is a blessing among misfortunes.

Unfortunately, due to the heavy snowfall at the end of the year, this year's New Year's goods storage was a few days earlier than in previous years. Especially Jack and Lili who went home changed into their home clothes and started to help with the work.

A Han village closest to the urban area of ​​Chasu. The people here live a different lifestyle than those living far away from the urban area.

People in other places either graze cattle or grow wheat and corn, but people here mainly grow vegetables in glass greenhouses. They grow vegetables in front of the greenhouse and raise pigs in the back, and the income is also good.

Because the children at home came back early, they picked a fat white pig and prepared to kill the sausage maker and the bacon maker.

The family was very busy, and several three- and four-year-old children seemed to want to participate in this activity.

While everyone was shouting to catch the pigs, the two children were playing and playing, climbing on the big iron pot where the pigs' hair was removed after killing them. The iron pot used to kill the pig's leg hair, the younger ones didn't know, because

You are not allowed to kill the pig yourself now.

Most older people who have lived in rural areas know that this kind of iron pot is bigger than a military pot. It is no problem for an adult to jump in and take a bath, because the boiling water scalds the surface of the pig skin and makes the hair follicles softer.

fallen off.

When a group of people were carrying the pigs towards the yard, two children climbed onto the pot and made noises in the steaming pot.

When the parent carrying the pig looked at it, his legs were so frightened that the pig even scratched its farts. He shouted but did not dare to shout. He could only touch it quietly under his feet as if he wished he could fly.

The child's mother had collapsed on the ground.

Seeing that two children were caught in one handful, the child turned around and saw his father coming over. He thought he was catching a cat, so he hurriedly tried to avoid it while laughing, and then the smiling child fell into the cauldron.

The hot water for scalding pig hair was removed from the stove just after it boiled. Heart-wrenching cries arose in this originally festive courtyard.

From the child's buttocks down, the contracture is severe, and the pink and tender feet are like the golden lotus wrapped in the old society. The calf is directly like a sausage with red yeast powder added into the boiling water pot, but it does not irritate the eyes.

The red and swollen legs were covered with white blisters and gray-white necrotic skin.

Fortunately, it was Chasu, and fortunately the father of the child was around at that time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Cunhou's allogeneic transplanted skin was used directly. Zhang Fan and Li Cunhou led the doctors from the burn department of Chasu Hospital and the doctors from the Digital Research Institute into the operating room. With two children, the doctors were divided into four waves.

Because this kind of surgery is quite time-consuming, one wave of doctors could not perform it at all. For more than 36 hours, four waves of doctors took turns to perform the surgery, really competing with the infection of the virus.

As for the emergency center of Chasu, because the Spring Festival is coming soon, it is also very lively. There are fights. Friends who are good friends at first start to compare each other, and then drink some wine, and the bottles of wine are like shooting off each other.

Same, it explodes on the opponent's head.

What's more, Xue Fei didn't dare to go home because the two of them were tearing each other up like cats scratching each other when they went back to someone else's house. He ate and lived at home every day.

Some things may sound strange, but in fact, the more holidays the hospital encounters, the more they happen. Li Cunhou even wanted to give a popular science lecture, so that an expert who did not even hold government meetings could not help but take the initiative to hold meetings.
Chapter completed!