The train heading north, in the soft sleeper private room.

An old man was gnawing chicken claws, and next to him was a thin middle-aged man with a bearded face.

The bearded man is Deng Ming, director of the thoracic surgery university of 912 Hospital. The old man is the famous Mr. Huang, Deng Ming's teacher, and a Taishan Beidou-level existence in the national cardiothoracic surgery department.

"Boss, eat less." Deng Ming advised with a frown.

"I finally went out once, no one cares about me, you still have to talk too much." Mr. Huang didn't even look at Deng Ming, and he was enjoying himself.

Deng Ming looked worried, and every beard seemed to exude sorrow.

His boss has a child's temper and is strictly controlled in the imperial capital, including his daily life. Unexpectedly, he insisted on going out with him this time, and after getting in the car, he got a big bunch of flowers.

Although Deng Ming also knew that eating a few chicken claws would not cause any problem, it would be bad for too greasy after all. The boss is almost 80 years old, and if something happens...

Just as he was thinking, Mr. Huang asked while whispering the chicken bones, "Don't say I'm here, it's not too troublesome. Tell me to Jianghai City and call the doctor who has the surgery."

"Boss, have you been thinking about accepting the disciples of the closed party?" When Deng Ming said the four words "Remaining Disciple", his heart was filled with gloom.

He was not jealous, but was particularly interested in the words of his boss.

"Just curious." Old Huang lowered his head and said vaguely, "I have watched the video together. I guess you have watched a lot of it when you go home, talk about it."

Pan Cheng's demonstration surgery has become a joke in the national thoracic surgery circle.

Because he has a bad temper, everyone has no psychological burden to joke about, and few people defend him.

In addition, Chen Houkun's surgery at the Second Hospital of Medical University also attracted attention. Multiple shots, two shots, one shot, and three surgeries showed a super-level thoracoscopy usage and all-round technical means without blind spots.

but!

In the eyes of the top doctors, more details are seen.

"The operation is done well, but the main thing is the assistant." Deng Ming replied while looking at Mr. Huang's chicken claws in distress.

"It's definitely good, if you're the one who's the assistant."

Speaking of this, Deng Ming frowned and said seriously, "I have watched the video at least 10 times, and the more I watch it, the more I can't understand it."

"I asked, Chen Houkun's assistant was not from the Second Hospital of Medical University at all. The two of them cooperated with the surgery almost zero. But when I watched the video, I felt that the two of them had been working together for at least ten years." Deng Ming told the truth.

After he finished speaking, he straightened his beard. This was too ridiculous. I wonder if the boss would scold him.

"Yeah, keep going." Mr. Huang talked about the operation, blocked Deng Ming's mouth, and gnawed the chicken's claws with a smile.

I watched it at home and saw a bird faded out of my mouth!

It would be better to go out. Deng Ming is also well-behaved. As long as he doesn’t eat too much, he should be fine if he only eats three or four.

"So this is the strangest." Deng Ming said seriously, "If I had the surgery, I probably wouldn't have done that fast. Especially with one shot, there are a few technical details I looked at several times before I could understand."

"It depends on whether someone is struggling to bear the burden or not, and you are tired of carrying it. The assistant's level is much better than the doctor who is a senior in medical treatment. It is similar to you, or it is on the verge of being on the right track." Mr. Huang gave an accurate conclusion.

“…”

Deng Ming didn't expect his boss to give such a high evaluation.

If that person was a professor at the Second Hospital of Medical University, Deng Ming would not feel anything. If someone does the surgery well, it must have been ground up by a large number of patients.

But it is said that the man has just graduated.

"I looked at it once and always felt that the assistant's surgical level was not achieved. There were a few technical details. His intentions were obvious, but it was a little worse when he fell into his hands." Huang Lao said, "This is very strange."

Deng Ming understood what his boss meant.

Generally speaking, only when the techniques are reached can consciousness keep up. The difference between the two will not be much. Most doctors can only reach a certain point, but their consciousness will never keep up in their lifetime.

This is called high hands and low eyes.

However, if you say that your hands are high, you can't get much higher. After all, if you can't keep up with your consciousness, you can't go further.

What Mr. Huang noticed was that the assistant in the video had exceeded his skills.

What is rough jade?

That's it!

"Boss, I always think it's impossible." Deng Ming said in confusion.

"Nothing is impossible. You forgot how many times I saw when I brought you out of the valley."

If you know the kindness of your understanding, you can eat at least one more chicken claw, and Old Huang lowers his head and chews the chicken claws.

Deng Ming saw his boss having fun eating and sighed softly.

"Go to Jianghai City, I'll give you the surgery."

"Boss, your body..."

"A thoracoscopy doesn't matter."

"But I must be very tired after riding in the car for so long. Let their director provide me with a table. Get the esophageal support and you are getting started."

"Hehe, I have to let the child know that there is a heaven beyond the sky and there is someone beyond the sky!" Old Huang said with a smile as if he was a child, gnawing on the chicken's claws.

Deng Ming almost laughed out loud.

It’s almost the same as my own boss, but he is definitely a supreme existence in the field of thoracic surgery. His disciples and grandchildren are everywhere, and there are many students all over the world.

What kind of virtue is that young doctor... It's true.

It is probably because the boss was itchy when he saw such a piece of gold and uncensored jade, so he had to impress him first.

Just do it, it's just a surgery anyway, or a thoracoscopic surgery, at most three hours.

For ordinary elderly people in their seventies, standing for three hours may be a burden, but the boss has no problem.

In addition to weekends, he has maintained the frequency of two surgeries every day. He has held too many hemostatic forceps in his hand and has caused his joints to become deformed, just like chicken claws.

It is impossible to persuade him. If he can, Deng Ming would rather the boss put down the chicken claws in his hand than not let him undergo surgery.

"I communicated with Director Zhu of Jianghai City and asked him to call the young doctor to have dinner together tonight."

"OK."

"Boss, eat less." Deng Ming saw that his boss said nothing, so he had no choice but to walk over and prepare to rob him.

"I'll ask you, how many points did you see in the video that your hands couldn't keep up?" Huang Lao was calm and smiled and raised another question, interrupting Deng Ming's attempt to steal his chicken claws.

“…”

Deng Ming was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, he didn't notice a single thing.
Chapter completed!