What Zhou Congwen was worried that doctors in 2002 would consider themselves heretics.

Judging from the current technical level, it is already awesome to stop the bleeding. As for the pericardial cysts, they dare not think about it.

identity!

identity!!

identity!!!

Zhou Congwen was a little helpless.

If I were still an academician, no one would dare to question my decision. But now I am just a medical doctor, speaking like farting.

There is still a stinking smell when farting. Now I don’t even have a smell when speaking, so it is very likely that I will be ignored directly.

I have countless thoughts, so I can only look at the situation after going on stage.

Some of them are details. Zhou Congwen would carefully watch the films over and over again before each surgery.

In the past, he was 30% 70% off, but since he developed this habit, he shaved it into a small flat head. He didn't do it well, and he was still flat head and was worry-free, just like now.

As for whether it looks good or not, does it affect the surgery? No need to consider it at all.

"Old Chen, are you sure?" A trembling woman's voice came.

The sound sounded very familiar, but Zhou Congwen didn't see it. He had already thought of who it was - Teng Fei, director of the Circulation Department of the Second Hospital of Medical University.

The breast piercing should have been done by Director Teng himself, but it was normal for her to make such a big mistake.

The reason why Zhou Congwen is familiar with Director Teng Feiteng's voice is because in the last life, Director Teng took a heart stent surgery on one shoulder. It is precisely because she is very familiar with Professor Chen.

As an upstream department, as long as you have a wicked mouth, you can determine the amount of surgery in the cardiac surgery department. Teng Fei has already started coronary intervention surgery. Once something happens, the cardiac surgery department needs to provide a guarantee.

The relationship between the two is close.

This is the advantage of large hospitals, but the matter is artificial, and specific problems need to be analyzed in detail. Now it is time for the cardiothoracic surgery department to wipe the circulatory department, but the pot is a bit big, so big that Director Teng can't stand it.

Professor Chen hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Director Teng, I will do my best."

"Old Chen, you..." Teng Fei's voice trembled, "We must let the patient be safe and sound."

Chen Houkun took a look at the electrocardiogram monitoring. Under the premise of continuous blood transfusion, the patient's high pressure had dropped to 78 mmHg.

"Try your best, do your best."

After saying that, Professor Chen personally installed the handrail and seized the time to open the stage.

"Old Chen, why are you... alone?" Teng Fei was a little surprised, and she asked in surprise.

"There is an assistant." Chen Houkun glanced at Zhou Congwen, who was concentrating on watching the movie and was wearing his right hand on his sterile hat on his head, and he didn't know what it felt like.

"The imperial capital came from?" Teng Fei's heart was filled with hope.

"No, the...little doctor from the Third Hospital of Jianghai City."

"..." Teng Fei almost cried for a moment.

What else can a doctor from the Third Hospital of Jianghai City come to the provincial capital? It must be a further study.

A doctor who has no idea about this, Chen Houkun installed a handrail and a headrail himself, and he was watching movies like a big hand.

Do you dare to be more unreliable!

Teng Fei knew that the quality of the doctor was uneven, but the current study doctor, Kenima, was too uneven.

Chen Houkun actually took such an important surgery to take a training student who was so irrelevant that he couldn't stand it...

"Old Chen, I beg you." Teng Fei pulled Chen Houkun's isolation suit, "I know your current situation, but this is too... Tell me, who is going to find him as an assistant? I will go find him. If he doesn't come, I will fight with him!"

"Director Teng, I invited this person."

"..." Teng Fei looked at Chen Houkun in a daze, and looked back at Zhou Congwen's back a few seconds later.

This is so weird, is Chen Houkun crazy? Chen Houkun was plotted by Zhang You. Is he already mentally ill?

"Old Chen, for years of friendship, you can help me." Teng Fei grabbed Chen Houkun's hand and begged, "You know the situation. We cooperated well in the past. You need patients. I have introduced you to you, and I have never been vague.

This time I encountered something, you must give me a try.”

Chen Houkun was speechless.

"A trainee doctor in Jianghai City, do you still say please? I know you feel wronged, but I can't get into your chest. That's all Director Zhang's fault. You can't give up on yourself."

Teng Fei kept persuading.

"Director Teng, one minute earlier, the patient will be safer. I didn't give up on myself, don't worry." Chen Houkun pushed Teng Fei's hand aside and seized the time to make pre-operative preparations.

Teng Fei had no choice but to retreat aside and watch Chen Houkun busy.

It's really unreliable. Lao Chen is always as the deputy director of thoracic surgery. He has fallen to this point and he probably has to follow his footsteps.

Teng Fei stood in the corner in a daze, and she understood the rules of the operating room.

After the anesthesia department, Director Cui, finished the anesthesiologist, asked his subordinates to watch and stood beside Teng Fei.

"Director Teng, you're too anxious."

"Director Cui, how can I not be anxious? What's the matter with this?" Teng Fei wiped her tears and said helplessly.

"Do you remember Academician Chu met a young doctor who came to refer him here and was thinking about accepting apprentices?"

"Well……"

"It's him." Director Cui whispered, "Last time there was a surgery for Phase 4, Master Chen... Chen Houkun insisted on finding an assistant, Director Zhang went to Jianghai City to pick him up."

"..." Fuji Fei looked sideways.

"To be honest, I don't know why Chen Houkun is so optimistic about a young doctor in Jianghai City. But since Chen Houkun also likes him and Academician Chu also likes him, there must be his reason."

"Oh, young people are not stable. Look, Old Chen is busy, and he doesn't know how to be a good person. It seems that he is a professor and Old Chen is his student." Teng Fei nagged in a low voice.

"Yes, I don't know what Old Chen is thinking." Director Cui stared at Zhou Congwen's back.

"Xiao Zhou, come and help put your position." Professor Chen greeted.

"Yes." Zhou Congwen touched his little flat head for the last time through the sterile cap, rustling.

"Recently, a blood routine, hemoglobin is too low, and it has dropped to 49g. The coagulation has also begun to have problems. I am worried about post-operative..." Professor Chen whispered.

Zhou Congwen knew that Professor Chen was a little confused, after all, it was a job to take the blame.

The patient is 88 years old and will shake three times when the wind blows, and encounters heavy bleeding and hemorrhagic shock. Even if the surgery can be done, it will be difficult to recover after surgery.

Director Zhang didn't know when he had already come in, so he directed the other people in the thoracic surgery to put their positions. Zhou Congwen glanced at Zhang You and took Professor Chen to brush his hands.

"Xiao Zhou, are you sure?"

Professor Chen asked this question again and again. He looked at Pingjing, but in fact he was already panicked.

"Professor Chen, I will be a good assistant." Zhou Congwen calmly explained a fact.
Chapter completed!