"Dongsheng, Dongsheng!" Zuo Cidian squeezed in from the crowd and called Dongsheng's name.

When he was doing dog licking in Xiagou Clinic, he had met Dongsheng and received massage from Dongsheng. He had a very good impression of this little monk.

When Dongsheng saw Zuo Cidian, he also felt a little friendly. He quickly stood up and said to the dozen or so people sitting opposite him: "That's it for today. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to the temple..."

"Dongsheng, what are you doing?" Zuo Cidian glanced at the crystal cave filled with money, and the corners of his eyes twitched. It was such a miserable crystal cave that his teeth were knocked out.

Dongsheng smiled at Zuo Cidian and said: "Everyone has a lot of doubts. I want to help. I will answer some of the questions that I can answer. If I can't, I will record them and show them to Master and ask him."

"Your master is so far away. When you ask back, the day lilies will be cold." Zuo Cidian laughed.

Dongsheng shook his head: "No, Master and I have agreed to video chat every night and check the day's homework."

Zuo Cidian was speechless: "Video chat? Or is it an appointment? Your master is staying in the temple, so the most important thing is time."

"Master is very busy. In the morning, he has to plant vegetables and exercise. He also has to check my morning lessons and make breakfast. After breakfast, he has to clean the temple and make lunch... After dinner, Master has to watch the news.

Hookup, then shower and change clothes, paint Mayinglong, and then, only then do you have time to video chat." Dongsheng counted on his fingers and counted carefully.

Zuo Cidian listened carefully to the first half, but when he heard the last part, his expression became less natural.

Thinking of the huge amount of Ma Yinglong that the old monk used every day, Zuo Cidian suddenly thought that if the Ma Yinglong family had members, the old monk would probably be an eight-star diamond member.

"Okay, you come with me." Zuo Cidian pulled Dongsheng and walked away, as if he was holding his own son.

Dongsheng is also obedient. He grew up eating food from hundreds of families, so it is natural for him to be obedient.

However, some of the people gathered around were reluctant to part with it and hurriedly asked: "Master Dong, are you leaving? Will you come back tomorrow?"

"I have class tomorrow." Dongsheng bowed.

"That's such a pity." An aunt shook her head: "What you said is very good. I also like to hear it."

An old man next to him looked at it, coughed twice, and asked: "Master Dong, when you came to the capital, did you live on your own, or did you go to some temple to check in?"

Dongsheng hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I am studying at the Buddhist College, and I live in the college."

"That's easy. We'll meet you tomorrow, okay?" The old man smiled and handed out a business card and said, "We all like to hear what you have to say. After listening to it, our ears will be relaxed and our hearts will be brighter."

"It would be best if I can help everyone." Dongsheng bent down and said, "You can come to me on the weekends. On weekends, there should be no need for classes."

"It's okay. You go about your business. We'll go over there. If you can't find anyone, just play by yourself."

After several people explained clearly in a few sentences, Dongsheng and Zuo Cidian were let go.

Zuo Cidian clicked his tongue twice, then looked at Dongsheng and said, "I didn't expect that you, the little monk, can deceive people at such a young age."

"Master said I have a deep connection with Buddhism."

"Buddha Yuan?" Zuo Cidian shook his head: "Tell me something about energy. Apart from Fo Yuan's death, what else did your master see?"

Dongsheng did not doubt that he was there, thought for a while, and said: "Master said that I will not have to worry about food and clothing in the future, and someone will build a big temple for me. Master said that by then, he will live in the south room..."

Zuo Cidian burst into laughter: "The definition of having enough food and clothing is too big. I heard that your monks' cassocks are not cheap. Building a temple is outrageous. It's so troublesome to build a new temple now..."

Dongsheng did not argue with him, but he firmly believed that the master's calculations would be accurate when he did not suffer from hemorrhoids.

Zuo Cidian led Dongsheng through the hall, then through the corridor, and directly into the operating area.

At the door, Zuo Cidian asked Dongsheng for hand wash clothes and asked him to change into them. He then said: "Dr. Ling is eating in the restaurant inside. He may not go out today. Don't run around when you go in. There are doctors and doctors everywhere.

Nurse, please don’t walk around in the operating room."

Dongsheng said "Oh" and asked, "Does Dr. Ling have to perform surgeries every day in the capital?"

"It won't work if we don't do it. There are so many doctors around us." Zuo Cidian said, unable to stop the smile on his face.

Only when the boss gets attention, they, the younger ones, can survive well.

Since Dean Wang of Beijing Sixth Hospital proposed the principle of keeping the pathology department as close as possible, Professor Feng also proposed the theory of integration. In short, it is to open up a green channel for pathological examination of liver resection and make it as fast as possible.

examine.

In addition to measures such as shortening the time during the operation, in theory, elite doctors with good skills can perform about two rounds of liver resection. Although they dare not choose patients like Ling Ran for surgery, they can also expand the scope of indications.

For hospitals, such innovation is still very meaningful.

To realize this kind of innovation, Ling Ran naturally needs to make a few flying knives to prove it.

Everyone gathered around Ling Ran, jostling for priority.

The first and second hospitals that perform this type of surgery may receive a certain degree of attention, but the subsequent hospitals will be meaningless.

As he spoke, Zuo Cidian led Dongsheng into the restaurant in the operating area. Under two pots of green radish, Ling Ran was indeed surrounded by five doctors.

"Doctor Ling, Dongsheng is here." Zuo Cidian called out.

Ling Ran turned around, smiled and waved: "Dongsheng, please sit down first, we will finish talking soon."

Several doctors present also speeded up their explanations with a wink, and after only a few minutes, they all left.

When Ling Ran sat over, Zuo Cidian blinked and asked, "Have we agreed? Which hospital will we do the surgery first?"

"Donghuang District Hospital." Ling Ran said.

Zuo Cidian nodded repeatedly, rubbed his hands and said: "Donghuang District Hospital is good. Their conditions are good, and they also have the foundation for liver and gallbladder surgery. Hey, the hospital conditions in Beijing are really good. A district hospital can do liver and gallbladder surgery. You can

Say you are angry or not."

Ling Ran waited for him to finish, and then said: "Donghuang District Hospital has a ready-made patient, a 71-year-old woman. You need to collect her medical history again."

"Hey, let's do it again?" Zuo Cidian was surprised.

"Professor Feng suggested it." Zhang Anmin also came over at this time and whispered: "Professor Feng means that the capital city is no better than Changxi Province. We are performing flying surgery in Changxi Province, and no hospital dares to do it. Here we are.

In the capital, people will not follow our temper."

When he said this, Zuo Cidian couldn't help but nodded in agreement: "Professor Feng has experience."

"The capital is too complicated. There are many doctors, many hospital systems, and a wide range of sources. The price of lunch boxes is more expensive than our Yunhua." Zhang Anmin sighed: "Even Professor Feng doesn't dare to say that any hospital can afford it, so,

Now he has to go to a familiar hospital for surgery."

"Then we need to be careful. Do we have to have standards when choosing a hospital?" Zuo Cidian suddenly became cautious.

"Donghuang District Hospital was trained by Professor Feng and the others, and the current director of general surgery is a student of Professor Feng." Zhang Anmin introduced this, and then said: "Donghuang District Hospital is quite suitable, but the patient originally wanted to

He wanted surgery, but because he couldn't do it, there was no hospital to accept him. After discussion with his family, he went to Donghuang District Hospital, which was relatively close to home, for conservative treatment. Because of this, their medical history collection and other things were only average.

"

"Okay, okay." In Zuo Cidian's mind, he couldn't help but imagine the scene of Ling Ran holding a scalpel and killing everyone.

He shook his head and discussed some details with Zhang Anmin in a low voice. When he turned back, he saw Ling Ran holding a book and reading, while Dongsheng took out a notebook, holding a pen, and was working desperately...

"Do you still have to do homework?" Zuo Cidian was a little curious.

Dongsheng was confused and replied: "Yes."

"You finally came to the capital, don't you want to go out for a walk?"

Dongsheng shook his head.

"Let's do this. Tell me where you want to play, and I'll take some time to take you there." Zuo Cidian looked at Dongsheng's well-behaved appearance and couldn't help but touch his head. Speaking of which, his son

The age difference between him and Dongsheng seems to be almost the same.

"I just want to do my homework." Dongsheng raised his head slightly: "Doctor Zuo, can you go play by yourself?"

"I..." Zuo Cidian thought angrily: My son would not be like this.

Sighing, Zuo Cidian turned around and said, "Doctor Ling, Dongsheng is like this..."
Chapter completed!