: A timid feeling near home

A tricky thing was solved neatly, which Xiao Kai never thought of.

He had many speculations before coming to the imperial capital, but in the end he didn't expect that the patient was complications caused by drinking a lot of coke before the operation, which was simply a mess!

Looking back on the whole thing, it makes people laugh and cry.

In the afternoon, the examination results were reported and the patient was indeed infected with Candida albicans.

Next is to strictly control blood sugar and then see if the test results have changed.

Xiao Kai is full of confidence in this.

Zhou Congwen had forgotten about this. He seemed to be restless and often dazed.

"Professor Zhou, why do I feel that your emotions are a little problem? Are you afraid of being close to homesickness?" Xiao Kai found an opportunity and asked.

Zhou Congwen sighed, "Director Xiao, what are the problems of my boss..."

What’s wrong with Mr. Huang?

If it were in the past, Xiao Kai would not know.

But now, no matter how you say it is, you can get in touch with Mr. Huang. Xiao Kai thought about it carefully and smiled, "Mr. Huang is good at everything, but he is too willing to instill values."

"Yes." Zhou Congwen sighed, "Shen Tianci can't stand it, so he ran to Johns Hopkins."

"..." Xiao Kai was speechless.

"Actually, the boss is fine, the most troublesome thing is her master's wife."

"Ah, what do you mean?" Xiao Kai asked.

"If you want to say that the boss instills values, it makes you feel irritated. The master's wife's ability is stronger than the boss. Any trivial matter will be said for a long time. It's not good not to listen, and it's so worrying."

The more Zhou Congwen talked, the more he became more and more worried. It was obvious that he was deeply afraid that he was about to go to his boss's house.

Xiao Kai could not empathize at all.

In his opinion, Huang Lao's inculcated values ​​has become an alien in this era. No matter how much he talks about it, he can still go.

Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou may be talking nonsense, but Xiao Kai thinks so.

Zhou Congwen couldn't say much about this and quietly waited for the boss to call him.

The next afternoon, a black car received Zhou Congwen.

The boss seemed a little tired. After returning from the battlefield, he was not happy and happy, but more tired of being immersed in his bone marrow.

"Boss." Zhou Congwen called softly after getting into the car.

"Yes." Old Huang didn't move, but his nose moved for a moment and hummed a sound.

"Hey." Zhou Congwen smiled and glanced at Deng Ming.

"The boss said he wanted to eat chicken claws at night, but his master's wife refused. He only agreed to drink a glass of wine, or a small cup of five cents." Deng Ming also said helplessly.

So that's it.

Zhou Congwen laughed, "Boss, the surgery I had later in Frankfurt scared everyone."

"I heard that Shen Tianci is your assistant, and Liu Wuyan, the one-stop small cutout you made together." Huang Lao Youyou said, "It's okay, you, you haven't disappointed me."

"That's, who am I!" Zhou Congwen said proudly.

Only in front of his own boss can Zhou Congwen be arrogant and domineering as young people should be, and be as arrogant as young people should be.

"Be honest, it's just the beginning." Huang Lao said.

"Hehe, I know." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Boss, tell you a joke."

"Um."

Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen and raised his lips.

When he was on the front line, the boss nagged Zhou Congwen's surgery as soon as he was free, but when he met, the boss looked like this again.

Zhou Congwen is also interesting, and he tells jokes directly when the topic is distracted.

"When I was in the Third Hospital of Jianghai City, the Department of Thoracic Surgery and the Department of Anorectal were together. There was no concept of sterility at all. How could these two departments be mixed together?" Zhou Congwen complained in advance.

"One day, an old man who participated in the Liberation War came to the hospital. He saw the young man on the bed next door screaming and was very disdainful."

"Especially when you queue up to change the dressing every night, you will listen to the pharmacy of the anorectal department...it's the same as the punishment."

"It's really uncomfortable. Who knows who gets the disease?" Huang Lao said.

"When the old man was walking, he heard the wailing of other patients, he said that he had a hole in his stomach and didn't care at all, so he continued to fuck him. The man must be like a man. Nowadays, young people are really worse than the other generation."

"What happened later?"

"After the surgery, I changed the medicine. I heard from the old man that if the reactionaries had tied a thread on his anus, they would have to pull it a few times if they had anything to do. They would have been so rebellious."

Zhou Cong's literature is vivid, and Deng Ming laughed.

"It's really uncomfortable. Don't joke with people. It's worse than jokes. To put it bluntly, you'll have a day sooner or later." Huang Lao opened his eyes and glanced at Zhou Congwen.

"Boss, you just tell a joke. Don't always teach me a lesson?" Zhou Congwen complained, "What should I eat tonight?"

"Dumplings, lamb stuffed with it, every bite is a pack of water."

Zhou Congwen vaguely heard the sound of his boss swallowing.

The taste of the mutton-filled dumplings made by the master's wife is still echoing around her mouth. Zhou Congwen hasn't eaten it for many years, and it's so greedy when she talks about it.

But when I think of that old man, even people like Zhou Congwen can't help but have a headache.

"How is your progress?" asked Mr. Huang.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen immediately corrected his mindset and began to tell his boss about the progress of the work of the academician's workstation.

From the Academician Workstation of the Second Hospital of Medical University to the Chest Pain Center that will be opened soon, from the Chest Pain Center, to Baishui Central Hospital.

Including the single-person laparoscopic resection of the lung nodule, everything has never happened before, Deng Ming's eyes lit up.

Zhou Congwen is indeed capable. In a short period of time, he brought up the academician workstation of Deng Ming who was not very optimistic about and soared all the way.

Now the number of surgeries at the academician workstation is close to 912 cardiothoracic surgery. Although the overall difficulty of surgery is much worse, Deng Ming knew what Zhou Congwen was in the Second Hospital of Medical University.

He held the thermos and looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile, full of praise.

"It's okay." After hearing Zhou Congwen's introduction, Huang Lao said lightly, "Just pay attention to safety. You can't do everything quickly. Safety is the most important thing. Make one into one."

"I know the boss." Zhou Congwen answered seriously, "Every day consultation is required. I have to read all the patient's image data twice. During the operation, I don't follow Professor Chen and Dean Xiao."

"Well, wedge cutting is a minor surgery, but we must not really think it is a minor surgery. I ask you, what are the complications of wedge cutting in the lung nodule in your cognitive and how to prevent it?"

Zhou Congwen immediately introduced thirty-two complications to his boss, many of which are particularly rare, the kind that even Deng Ming had never seen before.

Mr. Huang ignored Zhou Congwen's words, but while listening to Zhou Congwen's words, he closed his eyes and curled up in the back seat, as if he was asleep.
Chapter completed!