Seeing that Wang Chengfa's face turned pale, Zhou Congwen knew that he should have symptoms of pre-cardiac pain, and then he would feel chest tightness, breathing, panic, and sweat profusely.

Is it easy to have a heart attack?

Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, "The textbook is here, Wang Qiang, you read it to Director Wang, he has a bad look."

After saying that, Zhou Congwen turned around and left.

They are all doctors, and they are professionals who use Wang Chengfa, so he will definitely not be able to run away on the spot. What should I do if I stay? Does it mean to see his heart attack?

Zhou Congwen was not in a hurry, and settled the accounts of the previous life slowly.

Although he is very healthy now, Zhou Congwen still limps while walking, as if the habit that he had been tortured by aseptic necrosis of the femoral head in his previous life was also left with his rebirth.

There was a silence behind him, and Zhou Congwen's smile was very real. He had two things to do. The first thing was to see the patient.

The difficulty now is that I am not a top surgeon in the country, but a Xinnen who has just started working for two years and has not yet become the attending physician, and his speech is not important.

Can patients listen to their opinions?

Even if it is dead, it is estimated that the patient and the patient's family will listen to Wang Chengfa's opinions.

This is an objective fact. Zhou Congwen is very clear that the biggest difficulty he is facing now is how to convince the patient's family to do dialysis.

The colleagues were stunned when they saw Zhou Congwen walking out of the doctor's office with his hands behind his back.

When he opened the office door, Zhou Congwen turned around with a smile and saw that Wang Chengfa's gloomy and astonishing face seemed to be covered with a layer of black veil, and his heart was even more happy.

A director who cannot keep up with any doctoral level in the future will be technically crushed by him and really doesn't need to do anything special.

After turning back and closing the door, Zhou Congwen still wondered how to convince the patient and the patient's family.

Everything I just experienced is so real, I was indeed reborn, Zhou Congwen confirmed this.

Zhou Congwen was not in a hurry to see the patient because there was another more important thing to do - the system space was closed, and it was probably because the system energy was exhausted after rebirth, which led to the downtime.

However, there are faint and blurry handwriting in the system panel in the upper right corner of the field of view.

Zhou Congwen came to the fire protection channel with his hands behind his back and took out a familiar and unfamiliar white Ganoderma lucidum from Baifu's pocket.

This smoke is very irritating and most people can't enjoy it.

A few years later, the tobacco factory went bankrupt and Bai Lingzhi was no longer found on the market. Zhou Congwen was sad for a long time.

He is a nostalgic person and generally does not make any changes. Of course, except for technology.

He took out a disposable lighter printed with Zhen Pei's anorectal disease hospital advertisement, lit the white Ganoderma lucidum, and the familiar smell poured into the trachea. Zhou Congwen coughed.

It's so fucking enough!

With his left hand habitually turning the lighter and a cigarette in his right hand, Zhou Congwen began to recall the scene before the car accident.

He was running around to promote particle implantation surgery, holding countless academic meetings, and sprinkling seeds.

It’s a pity that he died before he got off the army... No, Zhou Congwen suddenly remembered that the system’s indifference sounded as the vehicle fell off the cliff at that time, and the sound of the system’s indifference also appeared in his ears.

With a red light, Zhou Congwen was reborn back to 2002.

The familiar system panel in the upper right corner of the field of view is pale, and if you don't observe carefully, even the system panel will hardly exist.

Even if it exists, the handwriting on the panel is almost invisible.

The last task Zhou Congwen received was epic difficulty - conquering cancer.

Looking back, he had some nostalgia for the system that had been with him for more than ten years and had never left him.

It's a pity that it went down.

wrong!

Zhou Congwen carefully examined the system panel and suddenly saw a line of faint small words.

【System Task: Rescue…】

Only by carefully identifying the first four characters, you can tell what is written. The word "save" is guessed, and the rest is invisible.

Is the system not down yet, but the energy is exhausted, but there is still a last bit of energy to issue a task?

Zhou Congwen's heart trembled slightly.

In medical care, with the improvement of technical level, the system has rarely issued tasks, and the rewards are given less and less.

But for more than ten years, Zhou Congwen has had a very deep relationship with the system. In his opinion, the system is no longer a plug-in, but his friend.

And he guessed that the reason he could go back to 2002 was that the system used up its energy to save its life.

Can still issue tasks! Zhou Congwen is a little nervous.

"Ba~" The lighter in his hand fell to the ground.

The inferior disposable lighter began to run away, and a faint hissing sound came.

Zhou Congwen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had returned to 2002 and had an advanced understanding of medical care, but the sensitivity of his hands was definitely not in the peak period of his previous life.

However, Zhou Congwen didn't care about this. He could practice if he couldn't keep up with his eyes. His vision was enough, and it didn't matter.

But the system, you hold on!

Zhou Congwen was not sure whether the faint [System Task - Rescue] on the system panel was the information he passed to himself, but he wanted to complete the task as long as there was a hint of possibility.

According to the logic of the system doing things, this task should fall on patients with acute renal failure. Moreover, Zhou Congwen speculated that the system's operating logic was a law of cause and effect, and hoped that curing patients could bring some energy to the system.

After sorting out the situation in front of him, he habitually sorted out his white clothes. Zhou Congwen threw the extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can and strode to the ward.

Cardiac thoracic surgery is still with the anorectal department, and it belongs to a department that cannot be even smaller.

Although the mixed sterile surgical department and the sterile surgical department do not comply with the specifications, it is now 2002, everything is just starting out, and no one cares about this.

"Brother Zhou." A nurse pushed the little car and whispered to Zhou Congwen.

She pretended not to talk to Zhou Congwen, and lowered her voice to the little sign and said, "Director Wang just called the patient's family to the office, be careful."

"Well, don't worry." Zhou Congwen also pretended to pass by and replied in a low voice.

Wang Chengfa was very powerful in the department. The head nurse had changed twice, and he did not allow any disagreement to appear.

So Zhou Congwen knew very well that he must be very angry with his behavior now and would definitely fight back, but he didn't know what the old product with a very low medical level would do.

When I arrived at the ward, the patient was swollen and his lips were cyanotic, and he was trying to breathe.

There were more than ten milliliters of dark urine in the urine bag, which was drawn out after the nurse changed the urine bag at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Acute renal failure is very easy to treat after more than ten years, but now... Zhou Congwen smiled, and it is still very easy to treat for him.

The patient's family was not here, so he probably went to Wang Chengfa's office.

Zhou Congwen was not in a hurry, and pulled over a chair and sat next to the patient's bed to observe the amount of ECG monitoring and catheterization.

"Doctor, I...I...I won't die, right?" the patient asked intermittently with all his strength.

The obsession with survival made him look pitiful.

The patient's lips were pale and his face was swollen like a steamed bun. He tried his best to say a word. Especially his eyes, he had no courage and fierceness before, and he was left with obsession with living, and he looked at Zhou Congwen with begging.

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Chapter completed!