"I would have known that I wouldn't give them those two bags of flour yesterday. I didn't know how to eat pork!"

After hearing Zhang Fusheng's words, Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing.

This last sentence is the truth!

The village ate several fat pigs raised in collectively, but did not notify Zhang Fusheng.

This is simply not treating him as a Zhangjiayu person.

"That's right, it's fine if you send a few pig's hooves over!" Zhang Yan agreed with a smile.

"Don't carry pig's trotters to me. No matter how delicious the pig's trotters are, they can't be eaten every day! You can't get something else back? Even if you make a pig's head, it's fine!" Zhang Fusheng heard Zhang Yan picking pig's trotters

, I suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Zhang Yan taught his apprentices to practice sewing techniques with pig's hooves. Those who were not married had no place to deal with the pig's hooves after practicing, so they all sent them to Zhang Yan.

As a result, for a while, I ate pig's hooves almost every day.

He directly injured Zhang Fusheng and felt nauseous when he saw the pig's hooves.

In fact, Zhang Fusheng is also blamed for being greedy. He is not as good as a child. The child also knows how to control himself. He can taste the meat every day after eating a little bit of it.

Zhang Fusheng had two pig trotters a day, and no one could eat them for several months.

"Dad, the pig heads we braised ourselves may not be delicious. I'll get you money. You can go to Lao Wang's house at the entrance of the hutong to buy some pig head meat." Tong Mei quickly spoke to Zhang Fusheng.

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Yan with warning.

I was afraid that Zhang Yan would make trouble again.

My own men are all good, both at home and outside, and on and off the bed.

I just tease my father-in-law from time to time.

The last time I ate pig's trotters, others didn't know that it was just Zhang Fusheng's greed, which caused nausea.

As Zhang Yan's pillow, Tong Mei knew clearly that there was something about Zhang Yan teasing Zhang Fusheng.

Perhaps this is what the old man often says, father and son are enemies in his previous life.

"No, no! I have money in my hand." Zhang Fusheng grinned and said when he heard his daughter-in-law say this.

Whether he should say it or not, Zhang Fusheng is very good to his daughter-in-law, obedient and sensible, and even gave birth to a fat grandson for the Zhang family.

After talking for a while, Zhang Fusheng felt warm, and reached out to take Zhuangzhuang with a kind smile on his face, "Oh, my eldest grandson! Let grandpa hug me. I haven't hugged my eldest grandson for a day.

Now, grandpa still wonders.”

"Oh, don't pull grandpa's beard. Grandpa's beard is all this little beard, and you, a little trick!" Zhang Fusheng was playing with his grandson's beard, grinning in pain, saying that he would not let him pull his beard.

But I laughed happily.

After handing over his son to Zhang Fusheng, seeing that his grandfather and grandson had a good time, Zhang Yan simply went to the study to read and study.

On Monday morning, Zhang Yan came to the Department of Gastroenterology at the designated time node.

"Director Qin, are you busy?" Zhang Yan knocked on the door and walked into Qin Hansheng's office.

Qin Hansheng is discussing a case with several doctors.

"Director Zhang, you do it first, I have something to do here.

Xiao Wang, make a cup of tea for Dean Zhang and use the tea I just got back." Qin Hansheng greeted Zhang Yan and continued to discuss the case with the doctor.

After listening to a few words, Zhang Yan turned out to be discussing a patient with advanced gastric cancer.

The patient was unwilling to have surgery due to his own reasons, so he transferred from general surgery to gastroenterology for conservative treatment.

After discussion, it is actually nothing more than pain relief, infusions to maintain vital signs, and finding ways to convince patients to undergo surgery.

After all, although there was cancer in this era, chemotherapy has just been developed and has not even been applied to clinical practice on a large scale.

"Director Qin, interrupt, I wasn't eavesdropping just now! You were quite loud, and I listened a few words unconsciously.

In the advanced stage of gastric cancer, and patients are unwilling to undergo surgery, why not try traditional Chinese medicine?" Zhang Yan couldn't help but interrupt.

"Traditional Chinese medicine? Can cancer be cured?"

"There is no such thing as cancer in traditional Chinese medicine. I also have some understanding of Western medicine. Gastric cancer is nothing more than a malignant tumor in the stomach.

Traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure cancer, but can cure tumors.”

"Director, I think it's better to let Dean Zhang try it, anyway......" a middle-aged doctor suggested.

The middle-aged doctor Zhang Yan also knew him, named He Guangsheng, after all, he had been in contact for two months and knew each other.

At the same time, Zhang Yan also heard what He Guangsheng didn't say. Anyway, we have no good idea. Zhang Yan was willing to take over and handed it over to him.

However, this is exactly what Zhang Yan thought.

I have to do something while teaching my disciples.

The apprentice is too capable and worried.

Zhang Yan can't get involved in the patients at Red Star Hospital now, so all his apprentices have been solved.

For serious illnesses like cancer, people go directly to large hospitals like UnionPay and Peking University.

"Director Zhang, why don't you show it? Just like, you are the one who is a Chinese medicine department. If it can be cured, it will be a merit." Qin Hansheng was also moved and said with a smile.

"Are the patient in the hospital? I'll see the patient first!" Zhang Yan asked calmly.

"Here, I happened to have seven or eight liver disease patients collected in the past few days. We checked the rounds together." Qin Hansheng smiled and handed the case to the doctor around him.

"Okay! Then let's go now?"

"Let's go!" Qin Hansheng took Zhang Yan to the rounds.

In a large hospital like Union Medical College, the director's rounds are basically once a week. Usually, they are deputy directors or senior doctors, and they lead the team to rounds.

Zhang Yan and the Department of Gastroenterology of Union Hospital worked together for two months and conducted rounds with Qin Hansheng, which was the second time.

The director's rounds were naturally in a mighty way, followed by twenty or thirty old, middle-aged and young doctors.

Zhang Yan was really envious of seeing it. When will he have such a team in his hospital?

There are more doctors in a department than in one hospital.

Zhang Yan checked the rounds all the way, and Zhang Yan remained silent for other digestive diseases.

People don’t look for themselves, and this is not their own hospital. There is no need to talk too much, which makes people annoyed.

The reason why Zhang Yan interfered with the stomach cancer patient just now was because he realized that Qin Hansheng and the others were helpless about this disease.

Maybe because of the patient's identity, it is impossible to let the patient go home and eat whatever he can, and drink whatever he can.

Speaking of this, Zhang Yan remembered an interesting story when he was a child.

At that time, Zhang Yan was only twelve or thirteen years old. One day, his uncle chatted with his relatives and friends and said: I learned a trick in the hospital to treat poisoning.

Everyone asked what to do.

"I went to the hospital yesterday and a poisoned person went to the hospital for treatment. After the doctor finished the examination, he told his family members, go home and give him whatever he wants to eat......"
Chapter completed!