"It's time to eat, Senior Brother Du." Yang Yifeng watched Zhang Zhengquan and Zhou Cheng rushing in with a look of anxiety on their faces, so he put the pen cap on the box with a little helplessness and reluctance, and kept
Twist it up.
Yang Yifeng is in his sixth year, and Du Yanjun is in his second year of graduate school. Technically, he is in his seventh year of college, so he entered school one year earlier than Yang Yifeng.
Based on the number of years at the time of enrollment, there is no problem for Yang Yifeng to call him senior brother Du Yanjun.
Du Yanjun got excited when he was talking, but he immediately looked at the time and saw that it was already a quarter past twelve. He licked his lips and said, "Oh, it's been so long!"
"Time flies so fast."
"Let's start eating." As he said this, Du Yanjun dimmed the screen of his mobile phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. At the same time, he turned around and stood up to help Zhang Zhengquan start to open the takeout bags one by one.
distribution.
Zhang Zhengquan stared at Du Yanjun seriously. Du Yanjun looked at it and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
As he spoke, he touched his face deliberately. I don’t know if he really didn’t understand Zhang Zhengquan’s intention or if he was pretending to be stupid.
"Eat, eat, it will get cold later." Zhou Cheng immediately started stirring the mud.
…
Among the four people, although Yang Yifeng is actually the youngest, he looks older than Du Yanjun and Zhou Cheng, and similar to Zhang Zhengquan, a little black-faced person.
Quite talkative.
It can be seen that his words are not as reckless as previously imagined, nor are they as inhumane as when he spoke to Pang Dingkun.
Even after eating, Zhou Cheng looked back and thought that Yang Yifeng was telling the truth. He just didn't want to go to the operating room today, but it wasn't that he didn't want to go down with Pang Dingkun. No matter who told him, he didn't want to go down.
Zhang Zhengquan deliberately added a note when ordering that the rice portion should be larger, so the four of us were a little stuffed after eating.
Du Yanjun also touched his belly and said: "I feel like ordering drinks later than ordering meals will be better in the future. It will definitely be more comfortable to have drinks after meals."
"How about another one?" Zhang Zhengquan suggested thoughtfully.
Zhou Cheng shook his head and said: "It's acceptable to drink milk tea occasionally, but drinking too much is not good for your health. I don't want it."
"It's not until one o'clock, so I plan to go back and take a nap. Let's go first." Zhou Cheng looked at the time and thought he could go back. Anyway, the house he rented was very close.
Yang Yifeng heard this and said: "I also want to go back and tidy up, and I won't drink anymore."
Two of the four people wanted to run away. It seemed that they would not be able to enjoy the second milk tea, so Zhang Zhengquan put away his mobile phone.
At this moment, the nurse on duty outside came to call the doctor on duty, and Zhang Zhengquan ran out immediately...
Zhou Cheng felt that Yang Yifeng seemed to have some unfinished chat with Du Yanjun, so he left first in a low-key manner.
However, as soon as he arrived at the elevator door, he found that Yang Yifeng had also left Du Yanjun, who was happy to talk to the patient about the operation and signed, and ran out, and said with a smile: "Hello, Senior Brother Zhou."
"Hello." Zhou Cheng nodded to Yang Yifeng and began to look at him.
At this time, Yang Yifeng had an extra backpack, and his pens and notebooks were pinned to the hollow pockets on the side, making them easily accessible.
It's also really weird.
Yang Yifeng asked generously: "Brother Zhou, the truth is, I am writing a novel about doctors recently, but the people I usually interact with are graduate students, doctoral students, and training doctors."
“So I don’t know much about Guipeisheng.”
"Senior Brother Zhou, wouldn't it be convenient for you to have a chat with me and accumulate some materials for me?"
When the elevator came, Zhou Cheng reached out to stop the elevator and let Yang Yifeng go in first, then walked into the elevator and pressed the 1st floor button.
Thumbs up: "Are you writing a novel? That's very talented. As expected of a top student at Shonan University, an all-rounder in arts and sciences."
"Online novel? Which website did you publish it on?"
Zhou Cheng usually surfs the Internet a lot, so he knows a lot about this aspect.
"Well, it happened at the singularity point." Yang Yifeng was not embarrassed, he nodded and admitted.
"Tell me the title of the book, and I will give you a reward for collecting and subscribing." Zhou Cheng also cooperated and gave face.
"It's just been published, it's only a few tens of thousands of words, so I won't say anything about it now so as not to be pushed offline."
"Last time."
As Yang Yifeng spoke, he suddenly stopped, like a very experienced fragmentation dog, and he is definitely the leader of Internet writers in fragmentation: "Senior brother Zhou, is it convenient tonight? I would like to invite senior brother to have a meal with me."
Zhou Chengdao: "We can also add WeChat and chat casually. What aspects do you want to know? You can ask and I will answer the same questions. I won't eat until I eat."
Zhou Cheng didn't want to go to dinner with Yang Yifeng. He always felt that Yang Yifeng was quite weird.
He had no intention of exploring the secrets of Yang Yifeng. If he could get angry and abandon his promising medical future and drop out of school, he must have the ability and confidence to do so.
"Then add WeChat first. I'll swipe it for you, Senior Brother Zhou." Yang Yifeng probably felt that it was not good to ask Zhou Cheng to go out for dinner for the first time when they met, so he settled for the next best thing.
After getting off the elevator, Zhou Cheng said goodbye to Yang Yifeng.
However, after walking a short distance, when Zhou Cheng looked back, he saw Yang Yifeng chatting with a girl in a white coat again.
Holding a notebook in his left hand and a light blue pen in his right hand, he was writing and drawing, really looking like he was collecting ideas.
"Awesome!"
Zhou Cheng secretly gave Yang Yifeng a thumbs up. If nothing else, his shameless demeanor and behavior, as well as his ability to stop people and strike up a conversation, made him do well.
…
Zhou Cheng returned home and forgot about Yang Yifeng.
Then the next simulation plan for the current fracture simulation copy was made in detail.
I am not in a hurry to simulate, but I am constantly checking information and filling in various ideas and possible development directions.
Because Zhou Cheng discovered that the number of simulations per day is limited, the faster he can find the most suitable simulation path, the more effective he will be.
A sharpened knife will never stop chopping wood.
…
At two forty in the afternoon, Zhou Cheng was still racking his brains.
To be honest, think of various possible simulation methods.
It was also quite a painful thing, but in order to maximize the benefits from the number of simulations, Zhou Cheng could only endure this pain.
The alarm clock rang.
Zhou Cheng had no choice but to close his laptop, carefully lock the door, and quickly run to the department.
In the morning, Yan Haihan personally ordered us to discuss difficult cases, so naturally we couldn't be late.
When Zhou Cheng arrived, people had already arrived. Only the deputy director of Yan Haihan's team, Min Chaoshuo and Pang Dingkun were doing the surgery. Others arrived at the handover room and stood in line.
.
Although the nurse team was not involved in the case discussion this time.
But except for the people in this hospital, everyone else can only stand and listen, otherwise who will sit and who will not?
However, the time has reached 14:59, and everyone in the department has arrived!
Just when Yan Haihan was about to call out, the door to the shift room was suddenly pushed open, and Yang Yifeng walked in. He looked around, then tiptoed to find a place to stand against the wall.
Yan Haihan pointed to the newly added stool in the distance and said, "Yi Feng, sit there, that's your place."
Yang Yifeng shook his head and refused. He took off his backpack and held it in his hand, saying, "Director Yan, I'll just stand and listen."
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