Zhou Congwen did not get in the car, but just told the emergency department that the patient needs to undergo a head and neck CT examination.

"Zhou Congwen, what's going on with Uncle Wu? It looks so weird." Liu Xiaobi asked with a frown.

"Are you considered the patient's family?" Zhou Congwen asked casually.

Liu Xiaobei glared at Zhou Congwen's back. If he hadn't been able to beat him, he would have been full of old fists.

"I'm thinking about it... forget it, I won't tell you for now." Zhou Congwen said, taking out his cell phone and calling Professor Chen.

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Professor Chen has not been as proud as he imagined recently.

Not only was he not proud, but Director Zhang You arranged a group to enter the newly established thoracoscopic treatment group for the successful completion of the surgery for a patient with tetralogy of Fallot, which was specially responsible for thoracoscopic surgery.

He was depressed,

He is irritated,

He pulled his hair down one by one.

Director Zhang is really ready to completely suppress himself, and Professor Chen is very clear about it.

Since the hospital announced that he would be appointed as deputy director and was responsible for laparoscopic surgery, Zhang You immediately stipulated that all surgical notices must be signed by himself.

The patients in Chen Houkun's hands are only allowed to undergo laparoscopic surgery, and the qualification for ordinary thoracic surgery is directly "deprived".

Chen Houkun almost died of depression recently. He was teasing soybeans at home and drinking wine.

I have practiced surgery for twenty years and was not allowed to do it, and I also called it a further development of new technologies for the abduction of the hospital's thoracic surgery...

Zhang You is so fucking strange! Chen Houkun thought while drinking.

I was considered a savior alone, but what happened in the end? I actually gave myself such a fruit.

Although he was dissatisfied or angry, Professor Chen had no other choice.

The chief director naturally has advantages, and Zhang You stood on the commanding heights of morality and urinated everywhere, and it sounded so good to say it.

For the development of thoracic!

For the application of new technologies!

In order to better treat patients!

For... to force him for his mother! Chen Houkun cursed silently in his heart.

He himself is not very talkative and is taciturn. He is so depressed that he almost has no autism these days. Thinking of the pleasure of thoracic surgery, the huge vision, and the narrowness of the thoracoscopy and the scope of the surgery, Chen Houkun almost burst into tears.

Goodbye, never see you again.

The young doctor from the Third Hospital of Jianghai City was right that he didn't agree to me. What did he do here? Did he struggle with him to guard the cold thoracoscope? He delayed his children's life.

When Chen Houkun thought of Zhou Congwen, he was indescribable to depression.

The phone rang, and he picked up the phone lonely.

The name marked on it made Chen Houkun stunned, and then his old face turned red immediately.

It's Zhou Congwen.

When Cao Cao was talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. As soon as he thought of this young man, he called him. Could it be that he had resigned and was about to come to the Second Hospital of Medical University?

When Chen Houkun thought of this possibility, he almost couldn't find a crack in the ground and crawled in by himself.

I was so proud that I didn't expect to delay other people's children.

What if he really resigns and joins himself?

The phone ringing sounded like a death talisman calling Chen Houkun. He didn't even dare to answer the phone or listen to Zhou Congwen's news.

I am a waste of my life, so why bother with other people's children?

But Zhou Congwen on the other side of the phone did not give up and kept calling. Chen Houkun had no choice but to answer the phone.

"Professor Chen, I've disturbed you so late." Zhou Congwen's voice came.

Chen Houkun's heart was hanging in the air and asked in a trembling voice, "What's the matter, Dr. Xiao Zhou."

He was really afraid of hearing Zhou Congwen happily saying that he had resigned and was preparing to come to the Second Hospital of Medical University to join him.

"Professor Chen, I have a patient on hand, who is a neighbor. I vomited after drinking today and vomited a ball of meat with pedicles. The connection point is in the mouth, probably in the esophagus. I haven't done a CT scan of the head and neck, but I guess the diagnosis is fine."

"The patient had no dysphagia, dyspnea, and fever, had neither gastroesophageal and throat diseases, had no family history, and had no weight loss."

"It should be a benign disease. If you want to treat it, gastroscopy may be required. Our hospital does not have the conditions, you can see..."

Chen Houkun had a heart in his stomach, "You asked the patient to come to me, and I contacted the endoscopic room. But Dr. Xiao Zhou, I don't guarantee whether they can do it."

"I'll go with you. If it's OK, please tell me the doctor of the gastroscopy and I'll help you with the help."

“…”

Chen Houkun was stunned for a moment, help me?

Yes, Dr. Xiao Zhou is talking about helping.

Not only does he have a thoracic surgery, but he can even help with gastroscopy?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

These days, Chen Houkun has suspected something countless times - Zhou Congwen's surgical level is far higher than he thought, and it may even be higher than his own level.

He reviewed the operation that day, and the operation went smoothly, and Dr. Xiao Zhou was vaguely visible during the key decisions.

But if you want to say that Zhou Congwen's level is higher than himself, Chen Houkun will not admit anything, and this idea is too nonsense.

But there is no need to think so much now. Chen Houkun knows that he is a useless person in this life.

Zhou Congwen begs himself if he has something to do, so he can help him one by one. It is a pity that he can't go on stage with this young man.

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Professor Chen, I'll be on duty tomorrow..." Zhou Congwen said helplessly, "If possible, do you see if you can tonight?"

Chen Houkun frowned, he was very confused, why did Dr. Xiao Zhou put himself in a very important and indispensable position?

Generally speaking, patients transferred to lower-level hospitals can be transferred to patients, and higher-level hospitals can agree to accept them. In this way, countless people can't find a way.

The imperial capital, the demons are all patients from all over the country to see the doctor. The provincial capital is the whole province. The registered team has already been shipped out dozens of meters before dawn every morning. He agreed immediately, but he was not satisfied.

But Dr. Xiao Zhou not only wants to transfer patients, but also seems to have to help him according to his intentions.

Work with me...

Work with me...

Work with me...

Although Chen Houkun was depressed, he couldn't resist the curiosity. He pondered for a few seconds to make a decision, "Okay, when will you arrive?"

"I accompanied the patient for examination, and the results of the examination were in the cloud... Cough cough cough, but I took it there directly."

Chen Houkun felt that he had drunk too much, so how could he hear the word Yunduan? What does this mean?

Alas, I may have auditory hallucinations, and the word cloud does not exist at all. If I remain so depressed, I may be autistic. Going to see Dr. Xiao Zhou and chatting for a few words can be considered a kind of mental relief.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Houkun began to get busy.

Jianghai City is still a distance from the provincial capital, and it takes 3-4 hours to arrive. It was the second half of the night, and I wanted to find someone to help... Hey, it was not difficult.

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Note: This case is taken from a report published in Gastroenterology by Xiangya Second Hospital of Central South University.
Chapter completed!