Back in 2002 as a doctor

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Zhou Congwen never uses "you" when referring to himself, but "you".This kid is using the honorific title now, there must be something tricky about it.

But why did he let himself stay? !

What Deng Ming didn't understand was this.

After the operation for the queen, or the emergency operation that others are helpless, it is estimated that they will be interviewed by No. 10 Downing Street, and even be awarded a knighthood.

This kind of thing will also be taken seriously after returning to China, at least a conversation is inevitable.

Zhou Congwen doesn't want it?

Zhou Congwen no!

Deng Ming read his meaning from his eyes in an instant.

This is rather strange.

"Zhou Congwen, you should stay." Huang Lao said leisurely.

"Boss, it's nothing interesting." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Go home, I still have surgery to do."

"What do you know?" Huang Lao reprimanded with a smile, but he didn't force it.

He wasn't really angry, and he wasn't asking Zhou Congwen, but he was pampering like he loved and scolded his youngest child.

Deng Ming was in a daze.

It is said that the youngest is favored, which is as it should be.

Moreover, the boss and Zhou Congwen performed the operation together. Zhou Congwen completed the artificial dissection of the circumflex branch when the boss was exhausted.

He is ready to go back with his boss and leave Zhou Congwen to receive honors, praises and other highlights.

But according to the boss and Zhou Congwen, it seems that staying is a hard job.

Deng Ming sighed deeply in his heart, he really didn't know what the two of them were thinking.

Forget about the boss, at an octogenarian age, many things have already been overlooked, with a pure heart, I just want to do more things in my lifetime and leave less regrets.

And what about Zhou Congwen? You're in your 20s, and that's all you see?

"Hey, is someone taking us back?" Zhou Congwen changed the subject.

"Yes." Huang Lao said, "I contacted the consulate, it was your plane, and I am contacting the route."

"Director Deng, then... hard work?" Zhou Congwen glanced at Deng Ming, confirming again.

"What's so hard about it? You and the boss did the key surgery, but you want to keep me. I deserve it." Deng Ming didn't want to say goodbye, but explained directly, so as not to leave anything in his heart in the future. Kaner.

"Director Deng is still young, and it is possible to take half a step, or even a step." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "You need it more than I do. Besides, with your care at 912 in the future, my work will be smoother. a little."

"!!"

Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen in surprise.

Why did he even think about it?

"That's it." Huang Lao waved his hand, interrupting their conversation.

It's best to leave something unfinished. If you talk too much, it won't be interesting if you say it clearly.

"Deng Ming, stay here, think about the political trial and communicate more." Huang Lao said, "Zhou Congwen and I will go first."

"Okay, boss." Seeing the boss's decision, Deng Ming also talked about the matter of the political review, knowing that he was preparing for his half-step up, so he agreed.

He gave Zhou Congwen a meaningful look with complicated eyes.

Chapter 0870 Detaining Lectures

The embassy's car arrived quickly and got in touch with Mr. Huang.

Zhou Congwen Xuxu supported his boss, and was about to board the car and return home.

The operation has been completed, whether it is for Mr. Huang or Zhou Congwen, the matter is over now. Is there anything else to do if you don't go back to China?

Perhaps the vast majority of people say that the most important thing is being distinguished before others, but Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen have already seen through the world of mortals, and they smiled slightly and didn't care about it.

Just like what Zhou Congwen said, what the boss cares about is the grand narrative, in order to increase the national average life expectancy of 1-2 years and improve the quality of life.

As for these honors, it is not important to the boss.

As for Zhou Congwen himself, as long as he can be by the boss's side, Zhou Congwen has experienced other things in his previous life. He has eaten and seen it before, so it is not so novel.

But when they came to the gate of Wellington Hospital, they saw more than a dozen doctors standing in front of the gate either wearing white clothes or suits.

Zhou Congwen said in a low voice, "Boss, I may not be able to leave for the time being."

"Oh." Huang Lao's eyes were a little cloudy, not as clear and sharp as when he was undergoing surgery.

Zhou Congwen glanced at his boss and knew that his boss was old, and although he still had some energy, he was even capable of young people's work like performing surgery in lead clothes, but he still tried to save his mental energy and use it at critical moments.

When you get old, you need to be able to adjust, and you can't sway your exuberant hormones and energy unscrupulously like young people.

"Then let me do it, boss." Zhou Congwen said.

"Of course you are here." Huang Lao said, "Set a time, 15 minutes, don't delay the plane."

"Ok."

"Doctor Huang, Doctor Zhou!" The dean of Wellington Hospital came over respectfully, bowed and bowed, "Today's surgery...is like an angel descending. When I watched the two undergo surgery, I could feel myself bathing. In the holy light. It is really a perfect operation, quite perfect."

"You're welcome." Zhou Congwen communicated with him in English with a London accent, "It's just an operation, not a miracle."

"No, no, Doctor Zhou, this is a miracle to me." The director of Wellington Hospital said again and again, "I am the first batch of doctors in the world to perform PCI operations, but I never thought that PCI operations can do this." !"

Zhou Congwen smiled, of course.

The idea of ​​artificially manufacturing coronary artery dissection is unconstrained, but in the final analysis, the country is too poor and there is no way to do it.

This is not a miracle. Zhou Congwen knew that it would be a good thing if he and his boss did not know this technology.

"Doctor Huang." The dean of Wellington Hospital formally bowed to Mr. Huang, and then bowed to Zhou Congwen. "On behalf of Wellington Hospital and the European Society of Cardiology, I invite you to give lectures."

"The boss is tired." Zhou Congwen said, "You know, the boss is 80 years old this year, older than the patients lying on the operating table."

"..." The dean of Wellington Hospital was startled, then smiled wryly.

The young man was right, indeed.

"Although the operation time is not long, the boss has reached the limit of physical strength." Zhou Congwen said.

"I'll arrange a hotel."

"No." Zhou Congwen directly refused, "Lectures will be discussed later. The patient's condition will be taken care of by Director Deng of our 912 Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery. The boss and I will return now, and we will discuss other matters later when we have time."

The dean of Wellington Hospital was already very itchy, wishing to use the power of Downing Street to detain Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen.

Originally, he should be by the patient's side at this moment, even if the patient is in good condition after the operation, he must appear there.

However, the dean of Wellington Hospital was the first batch of doctors in the world to perform PCI operations. He saw artificial coronary artery dissection, balloon dilatation, and stenting, and created "miracles" out of thin air. He had only one thought in his mind—— Find Dr. Huang to explain the operation.

This technology is no longer the ceiling of surgery, it is the Mount Everest in PCI surgery!

Even the high difficulty of the operation made the director of Wellington Hospital feel in a trance that this operation should never happen in the world.

He said before that Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen were angels, and it was not entirely polite to let him bathe in the holy light.

Actively creating coronary artery dissection and curing the disease while solving Dr. Miyamoto's mistakes are already angels and gods.

Seeing Zhou Congwen talking to himself in fluent English, with a thicker London accent than the director of Wellington Hospital himself, he seemed to be a Londoner, and he felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy.

In addition, eager to know all kinds of technical details, the director of Wellington Hospital stepped forward and took Zhou Congwen's hand, "Dr. Zhou, please stay with Dr. Huang."

Zhou Congwen glanced at the staff of the consulate, and the ambassador said with a smile, "There is no hurry on that side."

"15 minutes." Zhou Congwen supported his boss and walked slowly to the conference room surrounded by a crowd.

Walking to the door of the meeting room, Zhou Congwen was surprised to see several staff members trying to support Dr. Miyamoto who was kneeling on the ground.

But Dr. Miyamoto refused to stand up like crazy, and his eyes were always focused on the last frame of the screen.

Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen used excimer laser ablation for the thrombus in the right coronary artery, and that thrombus may be the most difficult to solve in Dr. Miyamoto's judgment.

So he did not choose to start with the right coronary artery.

This is also a technique that made Dr. Miyamoto unable to hold back his emotions and completely collapsed.

Had he chosen to start with the right coronary, things would have gone very differently.

After seeing this scene, Dr. Miyamoto lost control of his emotions completely.

"What happened to his face?" Mr. Huang asked in surprise seeing that Dr. Miyamoto's face was swollen, obviously due to trauma.

When he asked, he glanced at Zhou Congwen, as if he had already guessed something.

The dean of Wellington Hospital and other doctors stood aside speechlessly. Those who witnessed this scene didn't talk too much, but shrewdly kept silent.

Zhou Congwen said, "When I was changing clothes, I heard him say that we can't do this operation. Boss, you have a lot of adults, so you don't have to care. But I can't. At that time, I got angry and couldn't hold it back. Let him teach him a little lesson. "

Mr. Huang nodded, "People in foreign countries are different from those in China. It's really strange. They talk about fists. If you beat them, what else can you do? In the future, you will know the severity of the attack. It depends on who hits the person. How did he see people recently? .”

Zhou Congwen smiled and helped his boss to sit down, then squatted beside Dr. Miyamoto, looking at him with a smile, "Do you have any questions?"

Dr. Miyamoto raised his head in a daze, and the moment he saw Zhou Congwen, his whole body shivered like an electric shock.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Chapter 0871 instilling values

After Zhou Congwen finished asking, he laughed.

Dr. Miyamoto is too persistent, his own talent is average, and he doesn't have a famous teacher to guide him. It is already the limit of hard work and talent to reach the world-class level, and it is extremely difficult to make further progress.

But Dr. Miyamoto's eyes are very bright. After all, he is a doctor who switched from surgery to interventional surgery.

It is estimated that only Dr. Miyamoto really understood the operation performed by the boss and himself today, otherwise he would not have this expression.

But even if he wanted to teach, he couldn't learn it.

Not to mention Miyamoto, even Director Deng Mingdeng has a hard time raising the success rate to over 50% with this technology.

Zhou Congwen was just joking. He knows that some skills can be taught, while others are too difficult, and the existing technology can't lower the threshold for all doctors to learn.

This is an objective fact, there is no way.

Zhou Congwen patted Miyamoto's shoulder like an old friend. Those who don't know can't tell that Dr. Miyamoto's injuries were caused by Zhou Congwen's punches and kicks not long ago.

As for why the boss used excimer laser ablation, Zhou Congwen was not interested in talking to Dr. Miyamoto at all.

"The operation has been completed, the patient's condition is stable, and he can leave the hospital bed for recovery training tomorrow." Zhou Congwen stood in front of the screen, and first characterized the results of the operation in a gentle tone.

"Wow~"

There was a sound of astonishment in the audience like a tide.

The meeting room itself is not big, but there are a lot of people sitting there. Zhou Congwen's words are like throwing a bomb, blowing up the room into a mess.

Although the operation was performed in front of everyone, and the operation was very successful, she was dying before the operation, and No. 10 Downing Street was even prepared for the state funeral.

But now the young doctor says that she has no problems after the operation and can resume sexual activity tomorrow!

This is undoubtedly good news.

But the news is so good that the doctors here all feel like they are dreaming, which is not real.

Zhou Congwen smiled and looked at the doctors present.

He didn't stop the noise and surprise, knowing that these were just venting his emotions.

As long as you are a doctor, you will feel this kind of sigh when you see your boss and the surgery you perform.

After dozens of seconds, the noise gradually stopped, and Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "It's only 15 minutes, and now 32 seconds have passed."

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The doctors were stunned, 15 minutes, what 15 minutes?Could it be that this young man can explain the arterial dissection technique clearly in 15 minutes?

"Everyone watched the operation just now, is there anything you don't understand?" Zhou Congwen asked lightly.

The audience was silent.