6 o'clock.
Antai Hospital ushered in a new day in tranquility.
People in the operating room did not realize that it was already dawn.
Liu Maqiao's serious face finally relaxed a lot.
The operation is finally coming to an end.
Another all-nighter.
As usual, Liu Muqiao didn't need to take many Huiqi pills even if he stayed up all night. His energy was so good.
"You young ones, go ahead and do the surgery." Liu Muqiao didn't notice the flaw in this sentence, and he gave up the position of the surgeon to Jiang Weiwei and Zhao Yi.
Jiang Weiwei is 33 years old this year, and Zhao Yi is 32 years old. They are indeed young, but compared with Liu Miqiao, they are a few years older. This is true.
Liu Muqiao handed over the operation to the two of them, and he and Du Xiaoping stepped down.
The key things are done and young people are given a chance.
Last night's surgery was very challenging. For a patient whose abdominal cavity was blown to pieces, Liu Maqiao almost helped him repair his entire abdomen.
There are many organs in the abdominal cavity. It is not too difficult to repair ordinary organs. Only the pancreas is more complicated. He called Du Xiaoping up. With him as a helper, the operation would be much simpler.
All the patient's abdominal organs were damaged, among which the spleen was severely damaged. Liu Maqiao cut out the spleen without hesitation.
The spleen is a dispensable organ in the body. Removing the spleen will have little impact on the human body.
"Lao Du, I'm sorry. You just came back from West Asia yesterday and I asked you to work an all-night shift. Your wife won't have any objections, right?"
Liu Muqiao said while washing his hands.
"At my age, apart from making money, I have no use for anything else. How can my wife have any objections? We have already slept in separate beds. Liu Miqiao, you, I would like to advise you. You are already 27 years old, and the spring night is a moment.
Don’t you think it’s a pity that your good years are wasted in vain if you haven’t officially become friends yet?”
Liu Muqiao only half understood and half understood what Du Xiaoping said.
"How many times have you been out this month?" Liu Miqiao asked his flying knife.
"Three times, two solo flights, one time with Teng Ce."
Du Xiaoping's market is mainly in West Asia, where people are willing to pay, and no one counter-bids at the price of US$100,000.
Teng Ce is still trying to make money. He spends most of his time abroad. The number of surgeries between him and Du Xiaoping is about 3 to 1. However, there is one phenomenon that he can't do anything about.
Even rich people trust Liu Muqiao more, so those who can walk will go to Antai Hospital. Those who can't walk will stay in the country and ask Du Xiaoping to perform surgery together.
This resulted in two situations: Du Xiaoping went solo and collaborated with Teng Ce to perform surgery.
Du Xiaoping doesn't need too many opportunities to fly knives. Four times a month is a better frequency. If it's more, it won't be able to be arranged in time.
"Teng Ce is still that crazy?" Liu Maqiao's 7-step hand washing method has become a habit, and he never washes his hands carelessly.
"He only returns to his work unit for a quarter of a month, and the rest of the time he spends time outside making flying knives. However, he has been unable to open the market in Europe," Du Xiaoping said.
Liu Muqiao smiled.
People in Europe have had a sense of superiority for a long time. Except for white people, no one else believes in it.
Although Tengce was once considered the world's number one master, Europeans did not recognize it. They would rather believe in an unknown white man than a yellow-skinned man like Tengce.
"Liu Muqiao, let's go have breakfast." Du Xiaoping had already finished washing his hands. He was a little more careless. After washing, he dried his hands and took off his washing clothes.
"Let's eat noodles. Have you ever eaten Master Hong Hong's noodles?"
"No, is it very famous?"
"You don't know that I brought in a noodle chef, right?"
"I heard that you hired a man named Hong Hong at a high price to come to Antai Hospital to make noodles. But, I was thinking, no matter how delicious the noodles are, they are just noodles."
"Let's go and try it. I guarantee that you will eat noodles often in the future."
Since Master Hong arrived, Liu Muqiao has eaten there more than a dozen times. Although it is not as delicious as the noodles made by his master Lao Wang, it is still very good and has taken away a lot of Boss Lin's hot-pot noodle business.
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Du Xiaoping and Liu Muqiao came to the cafeteria.
"Eh? Master Wang! Why are you here too?" Liu Maqiao was surprised. Master Wang, the noodle king of the Affiliated Hospital of Guizhou Province, was busy making noodles.
"Hey! Professor Liu, we meet again. You didn't expect me to come to join you, did you? I have retired and handed over the stall to my eldest apprentice. From now on, I will rely on you, no matter whether you take me in or not, anyway
, I plan to retire in Qingjiang City." Master Wang said loudly.
"Did you move the whole family here?" Liu Maqiao was a little surprised.
"Where do I have a family? My wife follows me. I also have a daughter, who is married to a local in the flower market. I have two houses for rent. I have no formal job." Master Wang said.
"Landlord?" Du Xiaoping said.
"Yes, to be a landlord." Master Wang said.
"Tsk, tsk, that's a rich man!" Du Xiaoping was filled with envy.
"Hehe, just so-so." Master Wang was modest.
"So-so?"
"I have a lot of money. It is said that the landlord there drinks tea, chats, and plays a few hands of cards all day long. He lives a very leisurely life."
"Yes, some landlords are indeed very laid-back. However, there are also many landlords who are very busy. They do their own business and collect rent at night."
"Master Wang, are you really not ready to leave?"
Liu Muqiao asked. At his age, he might not be used to living in another city. The key is acquaintances. Without relatives, he would feel lonely.
"I'm not leaving." Master Wang said simply.
"What about your acquaintances and friends?" Du Xiaoping asked.
"Hey, I'm getting older. I still have many friends and relatives. In fact, we have gradually become distant. I am making noodles in the hospital. I am afraid that I will have no friends in the future?" Master Wang said.
"Old Wang, do you really think so?" Liu Maqiao asked.
"I came here, and I really didn't plan to go back. Hong Hong called me. He couldn't do it alone. The noodles are famous, and no one who invited him could help. I'm worried that once the business is good, he can only be careless.
, it would tarnish the reputation of our noodles, so I simply quit there and came here to help him for a few years."
Master Wang said it very seriously. He is very passionate about his career.
This is the most correct attitude.
Hong Hong has already made a name for himself in Antai Hospital. His signature is still "Master Wang" noodle soup. Now the real Master Wang is here.
Master Wang came here three days ago, and more than 1,000 people have eaten his noodles. Even Su Yajuan and Xi Yu have already tasted it.
It's really delicious.
Master Wang took matters into his own hands and made two bowls of delicious noodles for Liu Muxiao and Du Xiaoping.
Good guy, after ten minutes, the noodles came out, and Du Xiaoping exclaimed, "Wow! It's so delicious!"
This chapter has been completed!