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   Extra Story: The beginning of the original novel

  (The following content is actually the real beginning of this novel. I found it with great difficulty today, and I thought it was deleted. At the beginning, the editor thought that the beginning was too long-winded, and it would be better to go directly to the theme, so I didn’t put it.

The reason why I put it up today is to clarify the setting of a protagonist. The protagonist did not travel through "Lao Yinbi". He was a senior doctor in his previous life.

  This is incorrect. Before the rebirth, the protagonist I set was a 30-year-old young man, a standard post-90s generation who knew nothing about the 1980s and had no experience.

  So don’t always scold the protagonist for having a low IQ, and compare your heart with your heart. You have just traveled to a strange environment, a strange era, and you can perfectly integrate into it right away? Can you speak the same way, think the same way, work and live the same way as the people of that era?

  Don’t talk about time travel, now let you go abroad, go to Africa, go to Japan and South Korea, go to Europe and the United States, and you will be able to integrate into the local mainstream society right away?

  Don’t be kidding, this has nothing to do with IQ. There is a process of adaptation, so the protagonist also needs to adapt. Occasionally, some thoughts of future generations will appear, how normal is it?

  The most important point is that for the needs of the plot, there will definitely be artistic processing in the novel. Don’t always make the protagonist obscene and low-key. The protagonist is really like this. How to write the novel? It's as plain as boiled water, how many people want to see it?

  Reading novels is entertainment, what kind of "education" do you want to see? We are not from the mainstream cross talk circle.

  The author is a science student, and he is engaged in clinical medicine. The literary level is definitely not enough, and he is a bit paranoid.

  I just want to write novels, pass the boring time, earn a little money, and go out to eat, drink and drink with my friends, which is the perfect state.

  I don't put too much pressure on myself, and I don't want others to put too much pressure on me. I refuse, and I'm bad.

So, if you readers think this novel is good, you can read it. If it’s not good, let’s read another good one. Come and go freely. , the report is even more ridiculous.

  Don’t take it so seriously, this is a game…)

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  The operating room in the No. 1 Hospital of Haidong Province was very quiet, except for the occasional beeping sound of monitoring instruments and the slight clicking sound of surgical instruments opening and closing.

  Dr. Chen Lin, who was standing at the chief surgeon's position, finished the last important step of the operation. After carefully checking the surgical field of view to make sure there was no abnormality, he let out a long sigh of relief, raised his head and said:

   "Director Jiang, I've finished this choledochojejunostomy, and I'm going to shut down the abdomen soon, do you want to come and check it?"

  In the corner of the operating room, Jiang Xiangwen, the deputy director of hepatobiliary surgery, who was sitting on a stool, opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall of the operating room:

   "Are you done? It took 90 minutes. Xiao Chen's skills have improved very quickly. I don't worry about your surgery. Shut up. Oh, my old waist, I really can't stand this high-intensity operation."

  Chen Lin also said with a smile: "I would like to thank Director Jiang for giving me this opportunity to operate. If I change to another small doctor, I will have no chance to go on stage."

  Jiang Xiangwen stood up, twisted his body, and said with a smile:

   "That's right, you are the talent that our department focuses on training. Others do this kind of tertiary surgery, and I don't give them a chance."

  Chen Lin lowered his head and began to finish the final operation. In fact, he kept complaining in his heart:

  Jiang Papi, the family members received the red envelopes by themselves, but he was asked to perform the operation as a small attending doctor. Isn't this obviously deceiving the family members. The postoperative credits belong to him, the deputy director, and the little doctor who actually performs the surgery doesn't even have to pay for the surgery.

  Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, Chen Lin would never show it. Instead, he would thank the superior doctor for giving him the opportunity to perform the surgery.

   No way, who told him that this little attending doctor has no status in the department and no right to speak.

   Still want to die, this year it's his turn to be the "inpatient chief", 24 hours on standby in the hospital, so that free labor is not needed, so he is no longer a senior doctor.

  Chen Lin got off the operating table and was still washing his hands when the phone on duty rang again.

   "Hello, Chen Lin? Hurry up, there is a car accident patient in the emergency department, with multiple tissue and multiple organ injuries all over his body, and suspected liver rupture. He needs your hepatobiliary department to come for consultation, and it is estimated that he will have to go to the stage for surgery."

  The person who called was Zhang Yu, the little attending doctor of the emergency department, who was also Chen Lin’s undergraduate classmate. He didn’t study for a master’s degree back then, so he was directly admitted to the emergency department where he was suffering, tired and often beaten.

   "Okay, I see, you guys deal with it first, and I'll arrange for a doctor to come over."

   "Hurry up, our emergency department will be uneasy again after someone dies."

   "Got it, Director Zhang."

  The phone hung up, and Chen Lin quickly opened the phone book, looking for a doctor who might be free today.

  As the "general resident", Chen Lin needs to coordinate and arrange the specific daily work of the entire department, so any consultation requests from other departments in the hospital are directly reported to him.

   "Hello, Director Wang? There is an emergency consultation in the emergency department. What, you are in a meeting, oh good."

   "Hey, Mr. Qian, there is a ruptured liver in the emergency department that needs consultation. That's right... Are you throwing a knife in W City? Okay, I'll call someone else."

   "Hey, Director Jiang, please don't leave, there is a consultation in the emergency department, ah, you are going to the medical school, okay, I see."

  Chen Lin made a round of phone calls to the superior doctors, each of them was either busy or had a meeting. The rough old surgeons didn't give him any face in this little hospital.

   "A group of old hooligans went to earn extra money one by one, and I have to do everything."

  Chen Lin put down the phone and quickly washed his hands. He didn't even have time to change into the short-sleeved surgical gown inside. He put on a pair of slippers and ran to the emergency building as fast as possible.

  When turning a corner, one of the brakes failed, and he fell directly on the ground, without caring about rubbing, stood up and continued to run. Human life is at stake. If you arrive a minute earlier, you will have more hope.

  By the time he came out of the emergency operating room, it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He missed his lunch time and his stomach was growling with hunger.

  There are still 5 large and small operations to be done, Chen Lin can only quickly run to the 24-hour convenience store downstairs, buy a few breads and swallow them in his stomach, almost rolling his eyes due to choking.

  The little girl in the convenience store couldn't stand it anymore: "Doctor Chen, would you like a bottle of drink? Look at what you've done..."

   "No, no, I have to go to the bathroom after drinking a drink. I have a lot of operations in the afternoon."

   "Wow, Dr. Chen, you are amazing. With so many operations, your salary must be very high? Unlike us, it is only 3,000 a month, and you have to work night shifts."

  Chen Lin was about to take out his mobile phone to pay, when he saw the salary text message from the bank, he fell into deep thought

  The text message said: "Industrial and Commercial Bank of China: Your 7489 account has a salary income of 6384 yuan at 13:15 on the 24th, and the available balance..."

  He can only comfort himself, he is fine, and when he becomes a great doctor in the future, he will have bread and milk.

  What salary, bonus, lecture fee, flying knife fee, project subsidy, as well as red envelopes, medicine discounts, equipment rebates, beautiful **** and understanding drug substitute MM...

  If you don’t get tens of millions a year, you will be ashamed to say that you belong to the provincial first hospital.

22:00.

  The patient was pushed out of the operating room. Tired all day, Chen Lin sat down on the ground, unscrewed the glucose solution and filled a few bags, and then took out his mobile phone to look at it.

  Last time, it was densely packed with missed calls and text messages from senior doctors, which made him feel like vomiting blood.

   At this time, the little nurse in the operating room came in to clean up. Seeing Chen Lin sitting on the ground, she joked:

   "Doctor Chen, why don't you leave? Do you love work so much and want to make the operating room your home?"

   Hearing this, Chen Lin immediately lay back on the ground, with his hands resting behind his head.

   "I love a fart. If I didn't bend my waist for five buckets of rice, I wouldn't want to stay in the operating room every day. You see, I've been tired all day. Please help me get a clean sheet. I'll lie down for a while."

  The little nurse was also very polite: "OK, then wait for me."

  Chen Lin was the only one left in the operating room. He closed his eyes and thought that if he could time travel, he would return to the Ming Dynasty and be a prince who bullied men and women. He never wanted to be a doctor again.

  Before he knew it, Chen Lin fell asleep, and the phone rang again and again.

  After the little nurse came in, she found Chen Lin lying motionless on the ground, not even answering the phone. She felt very sympathetic to the poor operation dog, so she walked over and pushed him a few times:

   "Dr. Chen, Dr. Chen wake up, there is a call. Dr. Chen??? Dr. Chen!!"

  At this time, Chen Lin felt as if he was being sucked away by a huge suction force, and he had a clear sense of weightlessness. Although he heard the little nurse's cry, he couldn't answer it.

   In the end, it was even difficult to breathe, and I lost consciousness all at once.

  (end of this chapter)