Back in 2002 as a doctor

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Although Zhou Congwen could understand every sentence and every word, no one could understand them together.

Not only the family members of the patients, but even the deans, department heads, and directors present did not understand.

Biochemistry is a very complicated subject. When I was in school, there was only a thin book, and some schools still took it as an elective course.

But the facts were in front of them. Everyone stared at the color-changed urine in the two test tubes, and basically believed what Zhou Congwen said.

Zhou Congwen glanced at Xiao Qiang, seeing that he was silent, he smiled slightly and continued to explain.

"The old man has scattered blue-black spots on the skin of his ears and fingers, which is a typical manifestation of alkaluric acid disease.

My physical examination found that the old man's bilateral metacarpophalangeal joints and interphalangeal joints were swollen; the flexion of the lumbar spine was limited, and the maximum flexion angle was 60°.

Bilateral knee varus deformity, 5° on the left side, 8° on the right side, tenderness in the medial space of the knee joint, extension and flexion on the left side 15°-120°, and 25°-105° on the right side; Side "4" word test is positive. "

"Clinical examination shows that the changes in the knee joints of the elderly are already very serious. Although black urine cannot be cured for the time being, knee replacement can be used to relieve and reduce the pain."

"There's no risk." The leader of the group company murmured.

"As long as it is a surgery, there are risks." Zhou Congwen said a useless nonsense, "But please believe in the technical strength of 912. If the 912 cannot be done in China, there is no other way."

"Doctor Zhou, are you familiar with 912?" The group leader had believed Zhou Congwen unconsciously.

"It's okay, my diagnosis is here, how about I contact the orthopedics department of 912?" Although Zhou Congwen used a question sentence, anyone could recognize the meaning behind the words as an affirmative sentence.

"it is good."

The leaders of the group company made a final decision.

Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone, "I'll go out and make a call."

"Let's fight here." The leader of the group company patted Zhou Congwen on the shoulder, "The young man is superb in business, has a bright future, and has a bright future!"

Xiao Qiang's eyelids twitched when he heard him praise Zhou Congwen so much.

What the hell!Xiao Qiang cursed in his heart.Fortunately, I didn't refute it just now, otherwise Zhou Congwen would definitely embarrass himself.

Zhou Congwen smiled and dialed the phone.

"Boss, are you still used to eating chicken feet?"

"..."

Hearing Zhou Congwen call in a rather casual tone, everyone in the room was stunned, especially Li Qinghua.Because he knew Zhou Congwen was calling Mr. Huang, the top cardiothoracic surgeon in China.

Zhou Congwen is so familiar with Mr. Huang? !Li Qinghua couldn't believe it at all.

"Delicious, why, you want to come to the imperial capital? Remember to bring me a few. By the way, give it to me secretly, don't let Deng Ming see it."

Huang Lao's voice came from the phone.

"No, I'm just asking, and I'll ask you something by the way."

"Boy, it's a guess. If you have a patient, you can do the surgery yourself. There's no need to bother."

"It's not a patient from our chest department, but a black-skinned arthritis. I judge that he needs knee replacement." Zhou Congwen simply explained.

"Oh, tell me when it's time to arrive one day in advance, and I'll contact you with a bed. By the way, boy, will you come with me?" Huang Lao asked.

"Do you need me to go?"

"Of course, come here and secretly bring me three...no, five chicken feet. Stay away from Deng Ming, he was scolded by my wife when he came back from Jianghai City last time. "

"That's fine, I'll accompany the patient there." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "Boss, is it okay for me to hang up?"

"Hurry up! Come within three days and I'll ask you for a single room."

"it is good!"

Zhou Congwen hung up the phone, and the room was quiet, except for the sound of his heartbeat.

"It's an academician of the Academy of Sciences and the Academy of Engineering, Mr. Huang from our thoracic surgery department." Zhou Congwen explained, "Is it convenient to have a private room within three days?"

"Of course, of course!" The leader of the group company knew what a single room in Imperial Capital 912 meant.

His level has come to an end in Jianghai City, but it is not enough to be seen in the imperial capital. He is somewhere between having a hospital bed and not having a single bed.

As soon as he heard that Zhou Congwen wanted to come to the private room, he hurriedly agreed.

Chapter 0356 Prediction of the future

912, a few chicken feet in exchange for a single room?

No one believed it was true, but it was impossible not to believe it.

If you talk big, you will be exposed if you go to the imperial capital, which is completely unnecessary.

Everyone vaguely understood that this young doctor in front of him actually had enormous energy in the imperial capital!

Dean Xiao gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Congwen's back, thinking about Wang Chengfa's words in his heart.

However, Xiao Qiang did not intend to act rashly, and Zhou Congwen became more and more mysterious in his heart.

A small ordinary doctor can actually kick his immediate boss Wang Chengfa to the outpatient clinic, and he didn't use those shady methods. This alone surprised Dean Xiao inexplicably.

Now everything seems to have a reasonable explanation - Zhou Congwen has a strong network of contacts in the emperor.

But this explanation brought countless inexplicable points. Since he has such a good relationship with Mr. Huang from the Thoracic Surgery Department, why is he still living in Jianghai City?

The more Xiao Qiang looked at Zhou Congwen, the more he couldn't understand it. Until everyone left, the director of the hospital office saw Dean Xiao stupidly looking at the discolored urine on the table, and he patted Xiao Qiang's arm lightly.

"Dean Xiao, let's go."

"Ah? Oh oh oh." Xiao Qiang followed behind the crowd in a daze, with mixed emotions in his heart. Amidst the bewilderment and confusion, there was a little luck - he didn't taunt Zhou Congwen to his face.

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"Congwen, didn't you and Mr. Huang met last time at the People's Hospital? By the way, I forgot that Mr. Huang called to see you."

On the way back to the department, Li Qinghua asked suspiciously.

"Oh, the boss watched the video of Olida's demonstration operation, so he was interested in me. The two of us...maybe belong to the kind of fate." Zhou Congwen casually said.

fate?

Even Li Qinghua didn't want to admit it.

How can it be!

But seeing that Zhou Congwen didn't want to answer his own question, he could only let it go, leaving a question in his heart.

Zhou Congwen did not take the patient to 912 in a hurry, but made an appointment to set off together after the operation on Saturday.

What a three-day appointment, the boss is greedy and anxious to let himself go.A few days late, Zhou Congwen still didn't believe that the boss didn't give him face and couldn't arrange a private room.

Thoracoscopic surgery in the Third Hospital has just started, and it cannot withstand any small waves.

Countless pairs of eyes are staring at this place. Once there is a disturbance, all the previous accumulation will be wiped out.

This is what Zhou Congwen cares most about.

The surgery went well on Saturday, and for Zhou Congwen, 20 operations per day just passed the test.

In his last life, he went back and forth between 4 operating rooms at a time at most, but the biggest trouble was the three checks and seven pairs.

Before the operation, the patient's name and even the gender must be checked, so as to prevent the operation from being performed too quickly, and the left breast should be opened and the right breast should be opened.

For Zhou Congwen, the volume of surgeries in the three hospitals is a piece of cake.

Early the next morning after the operation, Zhou Congwen took the group leader and his mother on the train.

With chicken feet, I took the train for 13 hours, and when I arrived at the imperial capital, the lights were already on.

"Xiao Zhou, I'll arrange for the office to pick you up by car. You will invite Huang Lao to the office for a quick bite later." The leader of the group company urged.

"Leader, the boss will definitely not come out." Zhou Congwen shook his head and refused without thinking.

"Huh?" The leader of the group company was slightly displeased.

"The family is strictly controlled, and I'm afraid he will go out to eat too much..." Zhou Congwen's smile became more intense when he thought that his boss was being managed like a grandson.

Seeing what Zhou Congwen said, the leaders of the group company didn't have much to say.

I contacted Deng Ming and sent him to the orthopedic hospital. Everything went well.

Zhou Congwen was too lazy to communicate with the leaders of the group company. If he didn't want to save some resources for Li Qinghua, he might not be willing to come with him this time.

It's not a three-year-old child, why bother.

With a backpack on his back, Zhou Congwen quietly went to the boss's office.

The boss's office is next to Deng Ming's director's office. It's not a big place. It's a place for the retired boss to relax, entertain and take a vacation.

It is impossible to expect him to walk the birds in the park every day and take care of the grandchildren, not in his entire life.If you don't touch the scalpel for a week, the boss has to scratch the wall with his hands. Zhou Congwen also understands this kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Dong dong dong~" Zhou Congwen knocked on the door and whispered, "Boss, it's me."

"Enter."

Zhou Congwen pushed open the door and said with a smile, "Boss, haven't you gone home for dinner yet?"

"Isn't this waiting for you? Sit down." Huang Lao looked up at Zhou Congwen, then looked down again.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"A bunch of worthless stuff." Elder Huang cursed helplessly, "If I were 30 years younger, would the cardiology department take away my cardiac intervention?"

"..." Zhou Congwen was speechless.

It seems that his boss has been brooding over the loss of the heart intervention surgery.

It was already very late when Zhou Congwen met Huang Lao in the previous life. At that time, the dust had settled, and circulatory medicine departments across the country were carrying out surgical treatments such as cardiac stents and thrombolysis, and it was agreed to turn this area into the business scope of circulatory medicine departments.

And in 2002, it was just getting started.

"Boss, try the chicken feet."

Without waiting for his boss to ask for it, Zhou Congwen quickly opened his backpack and took out the insulated lunch box.

Huang Lao moved his index finger and carefully put aside the paper full of handwriting.

Zhou Congwen glanced at it, the boss was making a forward-looking prospect of the subject, written in black and white, meaningful in lowercase, stroke by stroke, more serious than interns.

"Boss, can I see?"

"Look, a bunch of good-for-nothings, holding their own jobs and thinking that I am invincible. I want to see if they have food in ten years!" Huang Lao stated in a very flat tone, and his voice was sobbing at the end.

It wasn't because of crying, but because he was eating the chicken feet.

Zhou Congwen looked at his boss's vision for the future curiously. In his previous life, his boss never told him about it.

After watching for less than 3 minutes, Zhou Congwen was surprised.

The boss's expectations for the future are like a reborn person, and all predictions are almost close to the reality ten or twenty years later.

The boss is extremely pessimistic about the future of cardiac surgery.

"Boss..." Zhou Congwen's voice was trembling, and he even highly suspected that the boss was born again for a moment.

"Huh? You're such a dead-headed person. I said just bring as many as you want? Will you bring more!" Huang Lao scolded.

"Is your prediction of the future accurate?" Zhou Congwen was immersed in his boss's article and couldn't extricate himself.

"It depends on how you go. I feel that there is enough food now. No one is willing to put on lead clothes for interventional surgery. They say eat thread, eat thread! I think that in another 20 years, they will have to eat dirt. "

"Hehe, our 912 won't do it." Zhou Congwen smiled dryly.

Chapter 0357 is still that boy

"Isn't it?" Elder Huang squinted at Zhou Congwen, "You wait until I finish eating, so I can educate you."

If others say that, it's probably a combination of punches and kicks.But when his boss said this, Zhou Congwen was a little curious about what lesson he was going to teach himself.

Zhou Congwen silently watched Huang Lao gnaw on the chicken paw.

Although Mr. Huang is almost eighty years old, his teeth are not bad, and the chicken feet are delicious. Even Zhou Congwen is a little greedy, and his mouth is full of saliva.

Like wind and clouds, Mr. Huang ate up the chicken feet, not even a trace of meat left.

If it wasn't for protecting his teeth, Zhou Congwen even felt that his boss would eat up all the bones, leaving nothing behind.

Mr. Huang carefully put all the chicken bones into the insulated lunch box. Zhou Congwen immediately stood up and wiped the desk, and opened the window to diffuse the smell.