Until the end of the operation, Tang Aiyun could not calm down for a long time.
He recognized the concept of talent, but it was too miraculous to say that two blood vessel anastomoses could be successful with two experiences. Even if you sewed torn socks, you might not be able to succeed twice, right?
But the facts are right in front of us, and in the end, all the words I can say can only be reduced to one sigh: "You kid, you are so amazing."
Zhou Shengsheng smiled as honestly as possible...
Although he also knew that his actions were a bit exaggerated, but the system was close to him and he couldn't keep hiding from others, so he could create a 'genius' identity as early as possible to make people understand and accept him.
"Brother Tang, am I a record-breaker? Are there any people you know like me?"
Everyone is jealous, and Old Tang is no exception. He recalled that when he was about the same age as Zhou Sheng, he was still wrapping gauze under the scolding of the head nurse.
"Yes, yes, you are a genius, right? Be smarter from now on. The rules are settled this time. You can get started. If something goes wrong, write me a post-operative report after the operation."
The post-operative report was an idea that came to Tang Aiyun, but now that he thinks about it, it is indeed a good restrictive measure to make Zhou Yisheng as stable as possible and not to be too greedy for credit.
Old Tang was also familiar with the tricks used by superior doctors to make things difficult for case reports, and he was 100% sure that he would make Zhou Sheng vomit blood.
As for Zhou Yisheng's attitude, he is happy to see the results.
As long as you can perform surgery, it is better than anything else. Post-operative reports are also a necessary process for every doctor. Unless you grow to the general level of hospitalization and spend all day in the operating room, you will not only have to write your own case and surgery report, but also those of your superior doctors.
I'll leave it to you, someone has to bear the preferential treatment of being hospitalized without writing a medical record.
"Rebecca, you clean the operating cart, and we'll go take the patients away."
In Dan's absence, the physical work of transporting patients cannot be done by a woman named Lao He.
There is still a long distance from the operating vehicle to the inpatient department. Although the road has been briefly cleared, it is still full of potholes. In some places, people need to lift the entire hospital bed.
Mudi's surgery went very quickly. It started at nine in the morning, and it's only 10:40 now.
After hanging the liquid for him, the two sat on the porch stairs to rest. Old Tang lit a cigarette and puffed away the smoke.
After Lao He came back, he was not in a hurry to prepare lunch.
She wants to teach little Jelaer how to learn English, and Nobby can also take part in the lessons.
Under the warm morning sun, the whole picture looks extremely lazy.
Rested for a while.
Zhou Sheng took over the lunch work. Tang Aiyun didn't hesitate and came over to ask for the satellite phone: "Xiao Zhou, can you use the phone for me?"
"Use it, it's in the side pocket of the backpack in the room."
It's noon now, and I just get off work in the evening.
Old Tang couldn't help but share interesting stories with his wife. He met He Congshuang by chance in Africa, and He Congshuang even performed surgery with him. Who would believe it? As for Lao He wiping his face, that was absolutely unacceptable.
Mentioned, women are a hundred times more jealous than men.
I don’t know what we talked about on the phone, but it wasn’t until Zhou Sheng finished making lunch that Old Tang finished the call. Then he found Old He very embarrassed and said, “Rebecca, what, can we take a photo together, and then give
How many names should I sign?”
He Congshuang did not refuse, and even said: "I have a Polaroid and took a photo. Can I sign the photo directly for you?"
"Okay." Tang Aiyun rubbed his hands happily.
After lunch.
Jie Laer took her nap as usual, and Old Tang also entered Dan's room.
He Congshuang made a cup of black tea and took a pen and paper to write and draw on the porch.
Zhou Sheng waited for a while and then approached curiously: "What are you writing about?"
Lao He didn't cover it up, revealing a painting on the paper, a realistic sketch, but the scenery had nothing to do with the surroundings, it was more like a European-style manor.
A little girl swings on the swing...
Behind him is a man with no facial features.
In the last flower garden, a tall woman was watching everything, with a smile outlined by the tip of a pen at the corner of her mouth.
"What is this?"
Lao He did not explain, but asked: "What do you think people live for?"
Forehead.
Our young artistic woman is online.
Zhou Sheng really hates this kind of questions related to the philosophy of life. Yes, he really hates it.
The reason also comes from his own family. Others have a happy family, but he only has his grandfather and father. It is impossible to say that he has not been discriminated against since he was a child.
As I grow older, I will also think about why this is the case...
After thinking about it, it is easy for people to get into trouble and start thinking about life and death, and misfortunes and misfortunes, so that for a period of time, Xiao Zhou Tongxiao was very depressed.
Until later, he suddenly understood...
The more you think about something, the more you will get stuck in it. What people are most afraid of is knowing too much, because the more you know, the more questions you will have. The mysteries of the world are like a strange circle. Only by living stupidly can you
Get simple happiness.
So Zhou Sheng said: "For happiness."
Decisive!
He Congshuang was quite surprised by this answer.
Because she thought Zhou Yisheng would speak some truth.
"I agree."
Then.
She stopped writing, packed up the painting, tucked it in, and suddenly said: "Delia and the others should be back soon this time. I have money here. I can order the mobile operating room first. I'll be fine in the afternoon."
Son, just drive out and contact Zagali."
The topic jumps so quickly...
On Monday, I was prepared to have a heart-to-heart talk with an artistic young woman about my life, but in the end it was all gone??
He wanted to refuse, but looking at Lao He's fixed gaze, he still didn't say anything.
He Congshuang saw that he had acquiesced in the result and smiled: "It's not for nothing. Osas's three-percent dividend is what we agreed upon. Don't even think about changing your mind."
Zhou Sheng could tell that this was purely a roundabout way.
The dividends of Osas are just words on paper. Whether gold can be dug out is still open to question.
If you say...
Earlier, Lao He was cold and aloof.
So now she gives Zhou Sheng the feeling that she is an ordinary soft woman who suddenly considers other people's thoughts and then shows a cold and protective look.
The two phases merge, creating a strong contrast...
Very cute.
"Then I'm leaving. I'll bring you food in the evening...Brother Tang, I won't bring you any more and let him take care of the patients."
Later.
Born on Monday.
The nearest market town is where I meet Old Tang every time, and I can also buy some delicious dinners.
When he arrived at the place, Zhou Shengsheng did not rush to order food. He called Zagali first and explained his willingness to order a mobile operating room. Zagali excitedly shouted: "This is a wise decision."
The product was in stock, and Zagali originally said it would be delivered in two days, but Zhou Sheng thought about it and refused: "I'm going to the Belon Mansion on Sunday. Let's meet there to save you the extra mile."
The metal detector I bought on eBay will also arrive by then.
After finalizing the matter, Zhou Sheng was ready to order food and return. He only stayed for more than ten minutes on the way back and forth, but it was already late in the evening when he went back.
But.
Just then, Zhou Sheng's cell phone rang again.
When I look at the screen, it's a message from a WeChat group, sent in real time.
He opened it with a smile, hoping to see who happened to find a place with signal and report the news, maybe they could chat with each other via voice.
But once you open it...
Zhou Sheng’s smile froze directly on his face——
"Something happened!"
"Tang Yi is critically ill!!"
The news came from Tong Han.
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