When the nurse heard what he said, she was so happy that she kept saying, "Originally, the person I wanted to invite to the wedding the most was Dr. Cao, but Dr. Cao has gone abroad and cannot come back. I told my husband that I would invite Dr. Cao when the time comes.
The doctor came to our house for dinner. My husband and I like the things you gave us very much. - Dr. Cao, your clothes are so handsome!"
He is so handsome.
A stylish leather jacket with fleece and a dark blue pure cashmere sweater inside is as fashionable as a celebrity. In China, people often wear down jackets and cotton-padded jackets, which are too bloated.
Western style, foreign style, really western style. The nurse's words had already attracted a group of medical students standing at the door of the dressing room to look this way. Seeing the figure of handsome guy Cao, all the male and female medical students' eyes were filled with excitement.
It comes out in fan-grade pink.
To put it bluntly, modern domestic medicine is inherently Westernized. Many medical students admire foreign doctors, and watching American medical dramas is even more popular. The definition of being a doctor must be like the doctors in American dramas: having medical skills and dressing up.
You have to be cool and elegant.
As long as doctors like Cao Shuaiguo are realized in reality, no matter they are medical students, nurses or patients' family members, everyone will turn pink.
After greeting the nurses, Cao Yong walked to the nurse's station and asked Huang Zhilei, a junior in the same department: "What happened? Did you just call me?"
"Yes, senior brother, it's like this. Junior sister said there is a patient——" When Huang Zhilei reported the situation, he found that his senior brother suddenly turned his head.
The moment Xie Wanying met handsome Cao's eyes, she felt a little nervous and smiled habitually politely.
Cao Yong couldn't help but smile when he saw the stiffness in the corner of her mouth. He was a doctor, and he could tell at a glance that the junior sister was suddenly nervous when she saw him. Xie Wanying was a little nervous. She hadn't seen him for several years, and she could feel it in her gut.
, the handsome guy Cao who came back this time should be even more powerful.
"You said he was Director Lu's patient?" Cao Yong was listening carefully to his junior brother's work report.
At this moment, Xiao Du suddenly received a call. He handed his cell phone to Cao Yong and said, "The dean called you, Doctor Cao."
Cao Yong took the phone and listened to the instructions from the leader on the other side: "Yes, Dean Wu, I'm in our department. Director Zhang's wife is in our department now. Would you like me to stop by to see what's going on? Okay, I'll
See if she is there."
"Mrs. Zhang Ju?" Huang Zhilei repeated this and touched the glasses on the bridge of his nose in surprise: Could it be Director Lu's female patient?
"Where are the people?" Cao Yong asked.
"In the dressing room." Huang Zhilei replied.
"Follow me." Cao Yong waved.
Huang Zhilei and Xie Wanying immediately followed. At this time, Cao Yong entered the doctor's dressing room first, took off his coat and put on a doctor's white coat, and hung up the doctor's sign.
Cao Yong came out after changing his clothes, once again arousing exclamations from a group of medical students.
"Isn't it? He's the deputy chief physician!"
How difficult it is to be promoted to deputy chief physician. Anyone who studies medicine knows that some doctors cannot be promoted in their lifetime. People like Cao Yong who are deputy chief physicians in their twenties can be counted on their fingers across the country. Not to mention, they are
Neurosurgery, deputy chief physician of neurosurgery at the top of surgery.
When the medical students looked at Mr. Cao, they felt like they were in a dream.
After all, looking back, Director Lu, who was in his fifties, only had the same professional title.