"Thank you, doctor! You have saved our family's lives! We, the whole family, only rely on Lao Chen. If he loses his fingers, how will our family live?" Chen Dafa's daughter-in-law said.

Kneel down and kowtow to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan hurriedly supported her, "Sister, you don't have to be so polite. It is our duty to treat illnesses and save people. The operation was successful, but if you want to save your fingers, you must not smoke."

"I know, from now on, I will keep an eye on him 24 hours a day!" Chen Dafa's wife gritted her teeth and said firmly.

A husband is better than his wife. They have lived together for more than ten years, so they naturally understand what kind of person Chen Dafa is. If he is not allowed to smoke, it would be worse than killing him.

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"Okay!" Zhang Yan looked at Chen Dafa's wife's decisive eyes and nodded with confidence.

Not just for the reward, he also didn’t want the first finger replantation surgery he had worked so hard to complete to end up losing to nicotine.

After sending Chen Da to the ward, Zhang Yan explained some precautions and left the ward.

After saying hello to Zhao Pengcheng and expressing his gratitude, he walked back to the infirmary.

The car in the factory returned to the factory long after sending Chen Dafa off.

"Senior Brother Chu, I found a talent!" After Zhao Pengcheng sent Zhang Yan away, he went directly to the dean's office.

"Old Zhao, you should change your temper. Stop being so fussy. After all, you are also the chief director of General Surgery. Be more steady. You are a talented person! Just find a way to recruit him." Chu Yunlong looked at him.

Zhao Pengcheng, who barged in without knocking on the door, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Talents who can perform replantation surgery on severed fingers!" Zhao Pengcheng stared at Chu Yunlong and said word by word.

"What?" Chu Yunlong stood up suddenly, standing so hard that he touched the chair.

Damn stability, is it important that someone can perform replantation surgery on severed fingers?

"Old Zhao, where are you from?" Chu Yunlong asked quickly.

Chu Yunlong and Zhao Pengcheng are old partners, and they are also Zhao Pengcheng's senior brothers. Naturally, they understand that Zhao Pengcheng can come and say this to him, which means that this person who can perform amputated finger replantation surgery can be recruited.

In other words, the size of their Xicheng Hospital can be excavated.

"It's the young doctor named Zhang Yan that I told you some time ago.

In the past, I only felt that his surgery was pretty good, and he was considered a good hand at this age. Today I discovered that this is not a good hand, he is simply a hidden master!

I watched with my own eyes as he performed a replantation operation on a severed finger of a worker in a steel rolling mill.

After the operation, the blood supply was good and the nerve response was good." Zhao Pengcheng excitedly recounted his experience.

"Poach it! We must poach it! With such a talent, we can set up a new department! Our Xicheng Hospital's ranking next year will definitely be raised to a higher level." Chu Yunlong said excitedly.

"I can't dig it! The steel rolling mill attaches great importance to him! For some reason, Zhang Yan was directly given a salary advance of five thousand yuan." Zhao Pengcheng looked downcast.

"Five thousand yuan? What's wrong with five thousand yuan? Isn't it just five thousand yuan? Our Xicheng Hospital can't afford the five thousand yuan?" Chu Yunlong waved his arms in dissatisfaction.

"Senior Brother Chu, this is not just a matter of money, it is the attitude of the steel rolling mill." Zhao Pengcheng said solemnly.

"Then what are you going to do?" Chu Yunlong also reacted. Zhao Pengcheng must have some ideas when he came to him.

"We can negotiate with the steel rolling mill and ask Zhang Yan to work here as a temporary employee. When there is an operation, he can come and help us with the operation.

By the way, you can also help us train talents for surgery."

"Can the steel rolling mill agree?"

"There is no reason why they disagree! Do you know how painful it is to be unable to perform an operation? How many years can the steel rolling mill keep Zhang Yan with the help of the five thousand yuan salary advance?

When the love is gone, will Zhang Yan continue to stay in the hospital with only two people in the steel rolling mill?" Zhao Pengcheng said confidently.

"Yeah! What you said makes sense.

Then I leave this matter to you. You contact Zhang Yan and invite him to come to our hospital for surgery.

Not only replantation of severed fingers, but other surgeries are also possible!

Since Zhang Yan borrowed so much salary in advance from the steel rolling mill, he must be short of money.

I think he would not mind earning more surgery subsidies." Chu Yunlong showed a sly smile.

With a salary of thirty or fifty yuan a month, five thousand yuan is a huge favor.

But what if the salary is three to five hundred yuan a month? This favor will definitely shrink greatly. This is human nature.

"Senior Brother Chu, what are the standards for surgical subsidy?"

"Let's give it to the director level!" Chu Yunlong thought for a while and said generously.

"good!"

Zhao Pengcheng left the dean's office with satisfaction and was ready to go back and have a good chat with Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan didn't know about these things.

Even Lao Liangtou, who claims to be well-informed, doesn't know.

His daughter-in-law Gao Ying, the head nurse of the operating room, did not call him to report the news.

Previously, Zhang Yan only knew how to perform surgeries, first-level surgeries. Xicheng Hospital has no shortage of such talents.

It doesn't matter if Gao Ying reports to Lao Liangtou.

However, what Zhang Yan is doing now is a replantation surgery for severed fingers. In the entire 49 cities of Beijing, there are no more than double digits of people who can do this surgery.

This can no longer be described as talent, it is a genius, a peerless genius.

Gao Ying knew what Zhao Pengcheng meant when he looked at him before leaving.

It was a warning to myself that if she dared to tip off the news, she would no longer be the head nurse of the operating room.

In fact, even if Zhao Pengcheng did not warn her, she would not tip off the information.

It would be a waste for such a genius to stay in Red Star Hospital.

Gao Ying also has a love for talents.

I couldn't bear it, Zhang Yan just stayed in Red Star Hospital and wasted years.

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The doctor was sincere and the host tried his best to treat Chen Dafa and help him reattach his severed finger.

Reward: 100 experience points, 10 yuan in cash, and 5 catties of food stamps.”

Zhang Yan was walking while checking the system prompts he had just received at Xicheng Hospital.

Huh?

Isn’t that right?

Why have the rewards shrunk so much?

Isn't it a reward for the Tang's suture?

How did it become an experience reward?

Zhang Yan studied for a while and discovered that the previous urgent task had not been completed.

It is estimated that the reward will not be determined until Chen Dafa recovers from the operation.

After studying and understanding, Zhang Yan's mood instantly improved a lot.

One mission, two rewards.

Cool!

"Brother Zhang, you are back."

"Brother Zhang, how is Master Chen?"

Three little nurses stood at the door to greet him.

"Come back, Master Chen's finger has been reattached. As for the extent of recovery, it depends on his personal physique.

It should not affect his operation of machinery." Zhang Yan responded with a smile, washed his hands, and continued reading in the office.

He did not mention that he performed surgery on Chen Dafa.

Zhang Yan is not used to bragging about himself.

Anyway, by tomorrow, many people in the factory will know that Chen Dafa’s surgery was performed on him by himself.

Well-informed people will even know how difficult it is to replant a severed finger.

The operation on Chen Dafa took nearly three hours. Including the time of return, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Yan hadn't spent much time reading the book before the announcement that he was getting off work rang.

Off work time in winter is 5:30 pm.

Zhang Yan packed up his books, went out on his bicycle, and found a tricycle to come over.

I said hello to the guard and took the tricycle to the dormitory area of ​​the steel rolling mill.

Put the medical books and bookcases that I just bought a few days ago onto a tricycle and drive them back to No. 36 Qianmao Hutong.

"Doctor Zhang is off work?" Quan San stood at the door, not knowing what to look at. When he saw Zhang Yan, he greeted Zhang Yan with a smile.
To be continued...