Back in 2002 as a doctor

"I'm here to sell information."

The two replied in unison.

Zhou Congwen glanced at Liu Xiaobie and smiled, "It's not easy."

"It's okay, give it a try, it doesn't cost anything anyway. I went to the second-hand market to find some things, and it was rewarding. I will tell you when I find time." Liu Xiaobie raised his hand as a chest and punched Zhou Congwen, "Didn't you say you don't know him? Are you rich?"

"I was on duty at home, and I was pulled in for the operation in the middle of the night." Zhou Congwen was also helpless.

"Yo? Dashou, I even asked you to save Taiwan in the middle of the night."

"You also know how to save Taiwan?" Zhou Congwen was a little surprised.

"I know, it's simple common sense."

Zhou Congwen lowered his head slightly, and whispered to Liu Xiaobie, he didn't realize anything, Chen Houkun watched with a smile.

Xiao Zhou's girlfriend looks good, and the two seem to be a good match.Talking and laughing, fighting, and hitting him with small fists... Cough cough.It's nice to be young.

"Professor Chen, thank you, let's enjoy a meal. Haitian Restaurant, the chef has been waiting. After a day of Buddha jumping over the wall, the smell has gone in." Although Geng Haoran was an invitation, he was domineering and could not refuse.

Although Chen Houkun was very tired, he was already exhausted after a day of surgery, but he was not able to say "no" to this matter, so he had to follow Geng Haoran to have a midnight snack and accept the gratitude imposed on him.

Zhou Congwen didn't like this kind of occasion very much, but seeing Liu Xiaobie working hard with his bulky laptop and always looking for a chance to get in touch with Geng Haoran, he softened his heart and took her to the banquet together.

"Zhou Congwen, I feel like I can talk about it."

In the car, Liu Xiaobie whispered to Zhou Congwen.

"Congratulations." Zhou Congwen wasn't interested in this at all, but congratulated Liu Xiaobie in a neutral manner.

"Would you mind if I don't deny that it's your girlfriend later?" Liu Xiaobie asked softly, biting her red lips.

"I don't mind." Zhou Congwen replied casually.

"You did me a favor, what do you want? Cash or something else?"

"I don't want..." As soon as Zhou Congwen refused, he immediately thought of something and said, "How much can you give me?"

"Promise." Liu Xiaobie glanced at Zhou Congwen contemptuously, "You are poor and pretend to be generous, just tell me how much you want, you earn it by your ability."

"50?"

"..." Liu Xiaobie frowned slightly.

"No cash, you can help me buy an Olida drill."

"Drilling?"

"Equipment for neurosurgery."

"Aren't you a thoracic surgery doctor? Why do you need neurosurgery equipment?" Liu Xiaobie pondered for a while, then came to his senses, "Is it because your director bullied you too much that you didn't have the chance to go to surgery and prepare to transfer to another department?"

"If you want to talk about how you, an old man, are so finished, fuck him! How can he win you with his old help? Boil him to death!"

Hearing what Liu Xiaobie said, Zhou Congwen was suddenly in a daze.

These words seem to have been said by myself, could it be that I said it to Liu Xiaobie?No, I don't seem to have told Liu Xiaobie about Wang Chengfa.And she and Wang Chengfa have only met once, so it seems like they have a deep hatred.

"Don't be cowardly, life and death are not important, just do it if you don't accept it." Liu Xiaobie urged.

"It has nothing to do with Wang Chengfa, it's the equipment I need to practice my surgical skills."

"what?"

"Grinding the drill, grinding the skin of the egg, the outer shell of the egg is ground away, leaving only the inner membrane inside. It's amazing!" Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"Really?"

"That is, don't underestimate a surgeon, we can do a lot."

"Okay! As long as it's done, I'll buy you one within 50." After Liu Xiaobie finished speaking, he added cautiously, "More than 50 is not acceptable!"

This girl is really generous, Zhou Congwen smiled.It is now 2002, and 50 yuan can buy a [-]-square-meter house in the imperial capital, which is still near the third ring road.

Although Liu Xiaobie didn't know, Zhou Congwen couldn't bear to take advantage of it.But I need to improve my surgical skills, forget it, just find a chance to introduce a few jobs to her in the future.

Making money is actually not difficult, and Zhou Congwen never cared about it.If it doesn't work, wait until the lottery ticket is redeemed and returned to her.

Geng Haoran was not totally unkind, seeing that Chen Houkun was tired, he left the banquet after less than an hour of eating, sent someone to send Professor Chen home, and arranged for Zhou Congwen to stay.

Liu Xiaobie seized the opportunity and introduced the project to Geng Haoran. Zhou Congwen chatted about it, but didn't listen to what Liu Xiaobie said.

……

……

When I got home, it was already noon the next day. Liu Xiao didn't say that he stayed in the provincial capital without finishing his work, and Zhou Congwen went directly to the hospital. After all, he had to write a record of the progress of the disease every day.

Wang Chengfa was eyeing him like a tiger, but Zhou Congwen didn't want the gutter to capsize.In the end, the revenge failed but Wang Chengfa ravaged him, and he lived his life in vain.

Rounding up the ward, seeing patients, and writing medical records, except for the last one, have long been engraved in Zhou Congwen's heart.If he doesn't see the patient who has undergone surgery twice a day, he can't sleep well when he goes home.

Later this point was ridiculed by others, saying that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Wang Qiang was writing the medical records, carefully recording every laboratory indicator.

A few days ago, he received a patient with esophageal cancer, who was from Wang Chengfa's hometown, and he was specially asked for surgery.

In addition to the emergency department, Wang Chengfa is very concerned about every patient undergoing elective surgery.

After all, the level of a doctor is inseparable from elective surgery.The level of a hospital is also closely related to elective surgery.

The patient will have surgery tomorrow, and the preoperative preparations have been completed. Wang Chengfa and Wang Qiang checked repeatedly to avoid any mistakes.

In Zhou Congwen's impression, Wang Chengfa's level is very rough, and he can do all kinds of operations, even including the "simple" treatment of neurosurgical drilling and drainage.But if you really say that the surgery can make it into the room, it would be ridiculous.

Tomorrow I will be Sansuke, so I don’t even need to think about it, I will go up to see a terrible operation... Zhou Congwen shook his head slightly and smiled, it is indeed boring, but this is part of 2002.

I have been reborn for more than ten days, and there is only a payment in my pocket but no payment. I am really an unreliable rebirth, and I am really embarrassing to the rebirth family.

Zhou Congwen wrote the medical records stroke by stroke, rigorously and conscientiously, as if he was doing scientific research.

In fact, there are not many jobs in the department. Except for the headaches in the emergency department, other tasks are just a piece of cake for Zhou Congwen.

The aftermath of the mass layoffs in recent years is still there, and the rural population is gradually moving to the cities. Public security is relatively poor, and robberies and murders are common.In addition, the management of drunk driving is not strict. Although there are few cars, there are many serious car accidents.

One less shift means one less emergency call, which makes it easier.Zhou Congwen finished all the work before leaving get off work and left work on time.

First, he went to the market to buy a piece of fresh meat with skin, and carrying the meat, Zhou Congwen looked like a retired old man who had nothing to do every day, and went home with his hands behind his back.

When passing by the lottery station, he didn't even bother to redeem a 2 yuan lottery ticket. Decades later, 2 yuan won't even be able to buy a popsicle full of ice. In Zhou Congwen's mind, it is almost nothing.

"Boy!"

The boss was walking in a hurry, when he saw Zhou Congwen suddenly, he greeted him warmly.

"Busy, boss."

"Ireland's game is over, and there's also the Uruguay-Denmark game. Why don't you buy it? There will be Germany-Saudi Arabia at a later date. This is a gift!"

"No, I'm not interested." Zhou Congwen waved his hand and turned to go home.

Looking at Zhou Congwen's back with hands and waist bent, a bald man asked, "Boss, you are crazy poor, and you need to exert so much effort for 2 yuan."

"What do you know?" the owner of Chunxiao Sports Lottery said contemptuously, "I have always suspected that he has connections with Macau."

"Don't talk nonsense, he is a doctor from the Third Hospital across the street, how could he have any connection with Macau."

"France vs. Senegal. Before the game, you bet heavily on France to win, and your face turned green when you lost. But he bought a lottery ticket before the game and bet on Senegal to win."

"Damn it." The bald-headed man had a very ugly expression on his face, and he spat on the ground with a bah sound.

There were cigarette butts and phlegm stains everywhere, and the entrance of the lottery station was filthy.

The boss didn't care about his attitude. The men who lost money here are all the same. He said with a smile, "I also think it's fooled. It would be great if I could check the winning percentage a few more times. Unfortunately, he is not interested in football."

"There are lucky people every day, why didn't you see that you were interested in them?"

"You don't understand, it's your intuition." Wang Chunxiao, the owner of Chunxiao Sports Lottery, said with a smile, "I felt that this person was not simple at first sight."

……

When Zhou Congwen returned home, he began to practice with fresh meat to restore the texture.

Starting all over again is far simpler and easier than the previous life.

Although there is no da Vinci robot or surgical capsule, and he cannot show his shocking surgical skills, it is expected to crush everyone of his time.

The hand wearing a sterile glove landed on the skin and cut it off with a scalpel. Zhou Congwen felt the texture of the muscle fibers, searched for relevant information in his memory, and gradually recovered his operating level.

The sun was gradually setting, and the beautiful Huoshaoyun in the sky made people intoxicated, and the neighborhood was full of red.But none of this had anything to do with Zhou Congwen. A few hours passed, and a whole piece of flesh with skin turned into countless slender slags.

The level is gradually recovering, but it is still not capable of meticulous and micro operations, which can only be achieved by grinding eggs with neurosurgery equipment.

I practiced until night fell, Zhou Congwen took a shower after ten o'clock, and fell asleep indiscriminately.

……

Going to work the next day, handing over shifts, making ward rounds, and sending patients, Zhou Congwen went to the operating room early.

He is not interested in patients with esophageal cancer. The tumor is located 5cm above the cardia, and it is not difficult to do it through the neck without three incisions.Even if Wang Chengfa performs the operation, the operation is relatively rough, and it is estimated that it can be done in 4-5 hours.

Zhou Congwen wanted to take a look at the operations of other departments. For him, this is equivalent to "archaeology".

Looking at one surgery after another, suddenly there was a burst of howling from all four hands.

"Dad, I was wrong!"

Chapter 0054 The Origin of Family Learning

"Huh?" Zhou Congwen was a little puzzled.

It is very common for patients to be emotionally unstable before surgery, and almost all of them are more or less afraid of entering the operating room.

Some people can't sleep well overnight, and the next day they go to the operating room with dark circles under their eyes.

Some people cried secretly all night, and they were listless when the operation was performed.

Some people even regretted it after being on the operating table, begged to go back, and refused to have the operation to the death.

But these are extremely rare cases.

No matter how bizarre things are, Zhou Congwen can understand them, but he doesn't remember anyone calling him dad on stage... When he thought of the word dad, he was even more puzzled.What the hell happened? Was it opened up like this in 2002?

Walking to the door of the next operating room with his hands behind his back, a little boy was sitting on the operating table, crying with snot and tears, looking really pitiful.

Doctor Gao, the chief duty officer of the general surgery department, stood in front of him, without saying a word of comfort, and looked at the little boy with a cold face.

How is this going?Zhou Congwen was a little surprised.

Ordinarily, Dr. Gao is not this kind of person, the little patient is already so frightened that he collapses, he should comfort him softly.

"Old Li, anesthetize him and don't let him run away." Dr. Gao said in a deep voice.

"..." Zhou Congwen was stunned for a moment, but he didn't mind his own business, but stood aside and watched the excitement.

There must be a demon in everything that is abnormal. Dr. Gao's words are full of harshness and harshness, not like what a doctor said at all.

The anesthetist Lao Li stood aside and just laughed, not intending to do anything at all.

"Dad, I was wrong, don't operate on me!"

The boy sat on the operating table and cried more and more. Under the light of the shadowless lamp, his figure was helpless and fragile.

"No." Dr. Gao said sternly, "The physical examination is consistent with the signs of acute appendicitis. If you don't want to do it, don't do it? Once the perforation is over, you will die."

"dad……"

"It's useless to be afraid. Do you want to go out without having your appendix removed after entering the operating room? Go ahead and dream!" Dr. Gao said coldly while looking for a 50ml syringe.

The thick needle shone coldly under the shadowless lamp, silently telling the little boy how painful it would be if a needle was inserted.

"Lie down, face the window, curl up your body. Don't worry, I won't give you a lot of anesthetics, what if you become stupid. But you have to bear the pain, don't cry, don't shout."

"..." Zhou Congwen had a vague guess when he heard Dr. Gao say those nonsense words that only patients would say.

The little boy is really Dr. Gao's son.

But he wanted to cut his son's appendix, but his son was crying in fear.

What kind of trouble is this?

Why did you send your son to the hospital and even into the operating room?Zhou Congwen became more and more interested, watching this family ethics drama with his hands behind his back.

"Father!" the little boy wailed, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'm not sick, I just don't want to go to school and pretend!"