Professor Cui came to 912 and stood in front of Huang Lao's office, feeling a little nervous.

He took a few deep breaths and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

"Please come in."

Professor Cui held a big red invitation in his hand and pushed the door open and walked into Huang Lao's office.

Director Deng was wearing an isolation suit and a sterile cap. He seemed to have just had surgery and was talking to Mr. Huang.

Seeing Professor Cui come in, Director Deng smiled and said, "Little Cui, are you worried about looking for the boss?"

When Professor Cui saw Huang Lao, his ambitions disappeared. He bowed respectfully and handed the big red invitation to Huang Lao Lao with both hands.

"Old Huang, this year's annual meeting of the Department of Circulation is hosted by our hospital. Director Xue means to ask you to come and guide you." Professor Cui said politely and even humbly.

"Oh, Xiao Xue invites me? There will be a demonstration operation this year?" Although Mr. Huang was nearly eighty years old, he was quick-thinking and immediately asked.

"Yes, Director Xue will have a classic breast sh operation this year." Professor Cui looked Huang Lao in the eyes and wanted to see something from the old man's eyes.

However, Huang Lao's eyes were unpredictable, and there was no fluctuation in hearing the classic breast sh operation, which made Professor Cui very disappointed.

"Haha, look for the boss to have a breast sh operation?" Director Deng smiled slightly and glanced at Professor Cui.

Professor Cui smiled all over his face, and he understood that Director Deng was unhappy.

There are rumors that Director Deng looks honest and honest, but his temper is quite scary when he gets angry.

Director Xue’s methods may not be concerned about Mr. Huang, but Director Deng felt the challenge and immediately responded.

"I have studied classic breast sh surgery in recent years." Huang Lao's voice came slowly.

Professor Cui was thinking about something, but suddenly heard Mr. Huang say this and was stunned.

Not only him, but even Deng Ming was stunned, "Boss, you..."

"Xiao Cui, go back and ask your director, how many tests are there for demonstration surgery? Can you give me a chance?" Old Huang smiled slightly, his face full of kindness.

There is no tit-for-tat or draw a sword to face each other. There is only the kindness and kindness of the elderly and children and grandchildren.

"Boss, you did a good job with classic tits, but I cooperate..."

Deng Ming was interrupted by Huang Lao before he finished speaking.

"The disadvantages of classic breast sh surgery are still very obvious, I'm going to do a modified version of the surgery."

“…”

“…”

Professor Cui and Deng Ming were both stunned all of a sudden. What did Mr. Huang say?!

From the appearance to maturity, which one is not made by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of surgeries?

Why did Mr. Huang casually take out a new technique?

Professor Cui was unaware of it, but Deng Ming was particularly surprised. As someone around him, he had never seen his boss have undergone any new classic breast sh surgery.

Did he figured it out again? Deng Ming looked at the boss with mixed feelings and smiled bitterly in his heart.

It would be great if the boss could be twenty years younger. The Internet has just emerged in recent years, and many surgical videos have been uploaded to professional websites. The boss is obsessed with watching them and has more ideas.

All of this did not exist when the boss was young.

pity……

Deng Ming looked at his boss and thought about the four words "The End of Heroes".

What a pity, it's a pity.

"Old Huang, I heard it right." Professor Cui cursed his surprise, "You want to have a demonstration operation? I didn't finish it just now. Dr. Miyamoto, the teacher of Director Xue at Shuntiantang Hospital, also came to provide guidance and had to undergo a classic breast sh operation."

"Oh, Miyamoto is here too." Old Huang smiled faintly, "I know that I have some experience in the thigh shampoo technique in recent years. I just took advantage of your annual meeting to show you. If you have any questions, please sit together to think about it."

Sitting together to think about it!

Professor Cui looked at Mr. Huang helplessly. Does he really have no idea about the actual situation now?

Does he really don’t know Director Xue’s actual thoughts?

He really thought everyone could sit down and discuss and correct it?

Besides, the reason why the classic breast sh surgery is given the word "classic" is that hundreds of thousands of surgeries are polished.

Although there are some minor changes, they will never leave their roots.

Mr. Huang is preparing to lose face at the annual meeting of Circulatory Medicine. Does he know about this?

"Go and talk to Xiao Xue." Mr. Huang waved his hand, "Leave me a chance to show the operation."

"Okay." Professor Cui quickly bowed and said, "Old Huang, do you have any requirements?"

"No, as long as you can do it in front of everyone. After all, I have never done it, and there will definitely be some imperfections. Then I will focus on it."

Professor Cui was speechless. Before leaving, he shook his hands with Mr. Huang. The old man's hands were very warm, very warm, as if there was light.

After Professor Cui left, Deng Ming asked curiously, "Boss, what technique?"

"The disadvantages of classic breast sh surgery are still very obvious. With previous news, I guess Abbott's drug-eluting stent has been made, and Miyamoto will use the annual meeting to promote it."

Deng Ming smiled, and he couldn't hide anything from his boss.

"However, the surgery was originally problematic, and replacing the stent with a drug-eluting stent is only considered a repair."

As Mr. Huang said, he took a piece of paper and tore it apart, rolled it into two cylinders, treating it as blood vessels.

While gestured with the cylinder, he told Deng Ming about his ideas.

In just a few minutes, Deng Ming suddenly realized.

The boss is such a genius!

He changed all kinds of complications that were inevitable in the classic breast sh operation and became clear and clear immediately. If he did what the boss said, the complications of the patients after the operation would drop geometrically.

It's so fucking awesome, a genius is a genius!

"Boss, it seems difficult to penetrate the double-layer support mesh with a guide wire of 18." Deng Ming did not praise him, but began to look for problems.

"Indeed, your eyes are blurred," Mr. Huang smiled, "It's better to me. Come to Zhou Congwen, I guess he can get in."

Zhou Congwen!

Deng Ming sighed deeply, his junior brother is really a treasure, the boss believes that he can help complete the technique he just made up for.

"Then I'll call Zhou Congwen." Deng Ming took out his cell phone.

...

...

Zhou Congwen walked in front, making a creaking sound when he stepped on the snow.

A Northeastern child grew up in the snow and ice, and then worked in the Magic City. He has never seen snow in some years, so he is a little novel.

Director Han looked a little funny when he saw Zhou Congwen.

It turns out that he is a young man. At this time, he would not want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight in his heart.

"Professor Zhou, you are really childish." Han Chu said with a smile. He stood in the snow, rolling round, and a little snow was a standard snowman.

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen smiled faintly and took away some nostalgia in his heart.

"Professor Zhou, I have read your file. You are from Northeast China and you are in Northeast China. I didn't expect that you have such deep feelings for snow. By the way, I can't stand it in this cold weather and am already preparing to buy a house in Sanya." Han accompanied Zhou Congwen all the way and chatted.

"Sanya."

"Yes, more than ten years ago, the real estate development in Hainan was a mess. Now I don't dare to buy it casually, for fear of stepping on the mine. However, the Northeast is indeed not suitable for human habitation. Look at coastal cities, such as Shandong, some of the 80-year-olds go to the market. Where is our Northeast?"

"Yes, the weather is cold and the incidence of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and complications such as bronchitis and bronchitis are all very difficult geriatric diseases." Zhou Congwen said.

"Now, the temperature difference between indoor and outdoors is fifty degrees." Han Chu raised his fat hand, which was almost indistinguishable, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the air conditioning, white mist was filled with mist, as if a god was casting a spell.

"Fifty degrees, how strong the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular can withstand it." Han Chu said with a smile, "Professor Zhou, have you done a good job in the interventional surgery? Have you practiced it?"

"Internet, are you online?" Zhou Congwen asked, "There are videos of various surgeries on professional websites."

"I don't have time. I occasionally go to Sina to check out the news, but I'm old and my eyes are blurred, so I can't spend much time."

Zhou Congwen smiled slightly.

I hope that the Korean Department can still say this in the mobile network time in more than ten years.

In my memory, this round and fat man was holding his mobile phone every day to watch short videos, but he didn't see anything dazzling to him.

"I just said that there are many surgical videos posted by doctors on the Internet, especially some foreign professional websites, which often have videos of difficult surgeries. These surgeries have great reference significance, so it is best to take a look." Zhou Congwen said, "It's a pity that our Internet speed is too garbage, so it takes one day to download."

Listening to Zhou Congwen’s slight complaint, Director Han laughed.

"Professor Zhou." Director Jiang came over, "Give me one website address, I'll go and check it out."

"Okay." Zhou Congwen said, "I'll send you a micro-mail...in the email."
To be continued...