Thinking of those gossips, He Xiangyu boldly said: "Senior Brother Tao, congratulations on becoming the director like Senior Brother Cao."
After the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department moved to the new building, it was officially renamed the Hepatobiliary, Pancreatic and Spleen Center and Liver Transplantation Center. The expanded department could no longer have only one ward, but was divided into two areas. Capable young and middle-aged doctors were promoted to assume leadership roles.
New responsibilities.
Upon receiving her congratulations, Tao Zhijie's expression did not change and he did not say a word of greeting.
Maybe he felt that he was too familiar with Junior Sister He, so there was no need to say polite words.
Also, he, Cao Yong and others were considered to be the default leadership candidates in the past, so the news of these promotions is not surprising now.
Based on this, He Xiangyu thought that Senior Brother Tao came here as the new leader. After work, he came to check the progress of the internal decoration and other work of his new department, so as to encourage the people under him to work.
After a while, she realized that she was terribly wrong.
Here, I walked over, without going into the new ward to inspect, or into the office to take a look. I passed by the corridors one by one, and finally entered the place - He Xiangyu stood at the door and made sure that her eyes had read correctly what was written on the sign outside the door.
The line with the words "Pathology Specimen Room" on it.
These historical items that have little to do with the current clinical treatment of patients must be moved first. It is just more troublesome for doctors to find some pathological specimens from the past. During this time, they need to run around in the new surgical building.
At night, the doctor came to the herbarium to look for historical pathological specimens. The scene seemed a bit like a horror movie imagined by outsiders. Under a little light in the darkness, he took out a human organ soaked in a bottle of formalin solution. His face was weird?
Similar movie scenes suddenly appeared in He Xiangyu's mind.
She is a pathologist herself, and she also knows that horror movies in hospitals are nonsense that is divorced from reality.
The doctor's search for historical pathological specimens was not filled with horror, but his behavior was of an engineering nature, and the atmosphere was shrouded in a cultural film.
The lights in the pathology specimen room are large white lights. Once the room is opened, it turns into daylight, which makes it easier for the staff to find specimens. So I am here just for work.
For doctors, the specimens on each shelf are a historical trace recording each patient's struggle against the disease. They are a history book of mankind's battle against the disease.
There are no shabby horror films here, only documentaries of respect and remembrance.
Seeing him stop in front of the shelf and looking at the specimen in the glass bottle, He Xiangyu understood why she thought of horror movies, because she was about to become the heroine of a horror movie and wanted to run out of the door to escape. Who asked her to be here?
He is absolutely guilty to the point of complete guilt.
Backing away, she was about to retreat to the door while no one was paying attention. Fortunately, she thought that he might not notice that she was about to escape, but when she heard footsteps approaching from outside, she suddenly stopped, and the hair all over her body was as frightening as Tathagata.
Sun Wukong's hair exploded as he couldn't jump out of the Buddha's palm.
Who else is coming?
When she turned around and saw the famous poker face from the second department of general surgery, her soul was about to fly out of her body.
Tan Linzai scanned her face carefully, and after confirming that it was her, he said to Tao Zhijie inside: "Did you invite her here, Doctor Tao?"
"No." He Xiangyu rushed to say.
No? Why are you here?
Tao Zhijie had no choice but to curl up the corners of his mouth.
He Xiangyu glanced at his expression and wanted to cry: She was taking the initiative to enter the urn.