Back in 2002 as a doctor

Shen Lang was already in a hurry, he closed the door of the private room, and said excitedly, "Congwen, I came up with a great idea when I was on duty yesterday."

creative?Zhou Congwen squinted his eyes at Shen Lang.

"Let's put it this way, do you have any impression of the storage room where the hygienist puts the mop?"

"Well, then what?"

"I was so tossed that I couldn't sleep last night, you know I don't sleep well."

Zhou Congwen chuckled, Shen Lang doesn't seem to understand what it means to get straight to the point, who cares if you can fall asleep, so hurry up and get down to business.He guessed that Shen Lang must have found a good idea to write a novel, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy.

But it’s really good to stay on topic all the time?

"I dreamed that I seemed to be looking for something, and I opened the storage room, and there was a staircase inside. It scared me and woke me up."

Um?Unlimited streaming?It seems that before Big Z wrote "Infinite Horror" in 2002, did Shen Lang happen to be on the road of infinite flow? (Note)

But this era is still dominated by the Huanjian Shumeng, which is not a good time to make money.Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang with a smile, and listened attentively.

"I was so curious when I woke up, and then I forced myself to go back to sleep. Walking up the stairs, guess what I saw?"

"Zhenzi." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

In my memory, "Infinite Horror" seems to have a world about Sadako. When it was serialized that year, it became extremely popular, and it seemed to compete with "Awesome Evil" for the top spot on the monthly ticket list.

It's a pity that Shen Lang didn't realize what Zhou Congwen was talking about, he said "bah", "I came to the mysterious island, which is the mysterious island written by Jules Verne."

Zhou Congwen sighed.

"You know, I woke up suddenly after seeing the mysterious island, but this dream has already reminded me what to write."

"What are you preparing?"

Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang, his face was flushed with spitting foam, and he almost jumped on the table when he talked proudly.

It's nice to be young.

"Shen Lang, how many words are you going to write for this story, and where will you upload it?"

"Upload? What upload?" Shen Lang froze for a moment.

……

……

Note: It was indeed thought of in 02, but I didn't think about it carefully at that time, let alone the mysterious island.

In the second half of the year, I started to write my first long novel. I won’t mention the title of the book, and it has nothing to do with Infinity Stream. Later, it was updated intermittently for many years. There were only a few readers with more than 100 million words, so I ended it like this.

Every time I think about it, I feel a little sad.But being able to create a genre is a genius, and I can't.

Chapter 0192 Do not learn!

"What upload? You said the wrong thing." Shen Lang was at a loss.

"Uh..." Zhou Congwen was also stunned, he wrote a novel but didn't upload it, what is Shen Lang going to do?Is it just a simple hobby?

It can’t be done either. Normally, it doesn’t matter whether the written work makes money or not. The more people read it, the happier the author will be.

""Science Fiction World", I must contribute to the science fiction world. This time I think it will work! Congwen, we will have a big meal when the manuscript fee comes down!" Shen Lang's eyes sparkled.

"..."

Zhou Congwen didn't know how to evaluate Shen Lang's choice.

"Science Fiction World" has something in common with web articles, but very few.

In the last life, it seems that there were indeed some god-level writers who serialized on the Internet and wrote short stories and published them in magazines such as "Science Fiction World".

But those people's writing skills are sophisticated, and Shen Lang is new...

Supposed to be enough.

However, Zhou Congwen did not become a villain, and poured cold water on Shen Lang when he was most interested.Do it if you like, it doesn't matter.

Shen Lang didn't notice the meaning in Zhou Congwen's words, he was immersed in the world he set up and couldn't extricate himself, and talked a lot.

Judging from Zhou Congwen's reading experience, Shen Lang probably will rush.

Shen Lang talked for a full hour, and then he explained a very simple idea from beginning to end, and Zhou Congwen's patience was almost exhausted.

"You can see it." Shen Lang asked proudly.

"Be concise, don't pile up rhetoric, the contradiction is fierce, for example..."

"I know, it's already very concise." Shen Lang couldn't listen to Zhou Congwen's words at all, he directly interrupted Jin Yu's good words.

He didn't know what he missed at all, but was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself.

"Shen Lang, I want to ask you something." Zhou Congwen had nothing to say, so he changed the subject.

"Huh? You said."

"Are you interested in thoracoscopy?"

"..." Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zhou Congwen to ask himself this question.

Thoracoscopy?Operation?With Wang Chengfa around, he couldn't even touch the knife, so he said no surgery or no surgery.

"Ahem, cough, Congwen, it's not that I don't have ambition, so what if you say I'm interested?" Shen Lang said helplessly, "If you knew it would be like this when you entered the society when you were in school, I would say that you won't learn even if you die. medical."

"What do you think it is?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I thought that everyone was trying to cure diseases and save lives. The old director was kind and kind. If I asked anything I didn't understand, the old director would tell me without reservation. As long as I study hard, my level will improve. As my level improves, There are more and more surgeries that can be performed, patients’ smiles can be seen every day, and countless pennants have been received.”

Shen Lang's voice became deeper and deeper, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"I just want to keep my feet on the ground and climb to the peak of medicine step by step. I know that I have no talent, whether it is surgery or writing novels, but I am willing to work hard, at least I can keep up."

Zhou Congwen smiled.

"But how long have we been in the department? I'm a little better than you, but that's just a little bit. You don't even tie knots, and I can still tie a few knots. But you said that knotting is useless?" Shen Lang Started to complain.

"It will take a few years for the old director to retire...By the way, Congwen, have you found out?"

"Found what?"

"I thought Director Wang would find someone to teach surgery after Wang Qiang left. To tell you the truth, I went to see Director Wang alone and paid him 2000 yuan."

2000!

Zhou Congwen shook his head.

Shen Lang now earns less than 600 yuan a month, and wants to save 2000 yuan... It is probably the money he has been saving to marry a wife since he started working.

This person is also ruthless enough, if he says he will smash it, he will smash it, and he probably won't be willing to change it to someone else.

"I saved it from between my teeth, and I was going to grab a computer to write a novel." Shen Lang sighed, "I thought Wang Qiang was gone, and Director Wang would teach me the operation after collecting the money."

"As a result, you have seen it too. Director Wang directly stood in the position of the surgeon in the recent emergency operations. He was afraid that it would be difficult for me to stand up. Tell me in advance that I have no experience, and watch a few more operations."

"Heh." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"I've been watching it for almost two years!" Shen Lang complained, "You don't do anything for money... Sigh, Congwen, I have given up the idea of ​​learning surgery now.

Director Wang will retire in at least two or three years. Our thoracic surgery is rare, and he will not teach it.I am now in my 20s, and when the time comes, a young director will come and say that he will not perform surgery, and my whole life will be like this. "

"If I had known earlier, it would be better to choose general surgery. At the very least, I can cut an appendix and mend a hernia. Now people ask me how the surgery is going, and I have no face to say. What the hell is a chest tube called surgery?!"

The more Shen Lang talked, the more excited he became, but he soon sank down.

"Hey, I'm still hesitating. If "Science Fiction World" can accept my manuscript, I'm going to go to work for a while, don't worry about the patient, and concentrate on writing novels in the future."

Zhou Congwen was speechless.

In his memory, Shen Lang was an ordinary little doctor in his previous life, with a smile on his face all day long, harmless to humans and animals.Unexpectedly, he did so much in private, and even tried to ask Wang Chengfa to teach him the operation.

"What if it can't be written?" Zhou Congwen asked a heart-wrenching question.

"Accept your fate, what else can you do? Don't tell me about the postgraduate entrance examination, I have no talent for learning..." Shen Lang said, dragging his shoes, hugging his legs in front of his chest, resting his chin on his knees, eyes There was no light in it.

"Promise." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"Otherwise, what else can we do? I've heard people say that working in the imperial capital costs about 1000 a month, and doctors with the same seniority earn more from the mining area. Director Wang earns more than 2000 a month, which is more than the imperial capital."

"And even if it's for the postgraduate entrance examination, what if I can stay in the imperial capital? I don't want to leave my hometown."

Zhou Congwen had long been used to certain ideas of later generations, and was stunned for a moment when Shen Lang said that everything was wrong.

Doctors in the imperial capital don't earn as much as the third hospital?

It seems that the third hospital is now a hospital in the mining area, and it was fat and oily before 2010, just like the Jixi mine.

But after that commodity bull market passed, it was different. After the Jixi Mining Institute was sold, it was emptied out. It seems that doctors at the attending level have all become directors.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with Shen Lang's thinking in Jianghai City in 2002.

It seems that the end of life can be seen at a glance, but who knows that it is just an illusion, and there will be huge waves sweeping in the future.

"If you can learn laparoscopic surgery, do you want to learn it?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I don't study, I'm not interested, I just like to write novels." Shen Lang stared blankly at the food on the table, without any appetite.

……

……

Li Qinghua held the physical examination report in his hand, his warm cheeks twitched intermittently, and his eyes were full of despair.

Chapter 0193

The results of the physical examination of the staff of the People's Hospital came out. Among the doctors in the thoracic surgery department, three of them had lung problems.

The problem is not big, they are all small nodular lesions.The other two were slightly milder, and Li Qinghua's imaging problem was more serious, a typical ground-glass nodule, suspected to be lung cancer.

They are all in the chest department, and the three doctors are very clear about the outcome of small nodules—some of them will stop growing, and they will be checked every 3-6 months, which seems to be a burden.

Some will grow very quickly.

In 2002, the academic circles did not pay much attention to the small pulmonary nodules. The Shanghai Metropolis suggested resection, and the Imperial Capital suggested conservative observation.

After all, the tumors of patients with lung cancer were found to be 3-5cm in this period of time, and a small nodule of a few millimeters is not a big problem.

but!

Explaining to patients is a different concept than growing on yourself.

Especially seeing a lot of doctors, it's hard not to think about the worst.

A few years ago, the most powerful old director of surgery in Jianghai City discovered liver cancer in his 50s. He went directly to Shanghai to do interventional surgery first and then surgery.Although chemotherapy is useless, chemotherapy drugs are still used, and imported drugs that have not been approved by some countries are also used.

In the end, the old director passed away after only a little over a year, and everyone felt very sorry.

Later, when everyone talked about this incident, the unified understanding was that the old director was scared to death by himself.Too many methods have been used, which have exceeded the limit of the body's tolerance, but he still actively asks for various measures to be continuously used.

Not for anything else, just because he has seen too many patients who died of terminal cancer, and the fear in his heart is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The more you understand, the more you know how terrible cancer is.

The sky in the Thoracic Surgery Department of the People's Hospital seemed to be falling. No one thought that three doctors in a row had small nodules.

Li Qinghua was as disturbed as the old director who passed away. He had an enhanced CT and watched it countless times.

7mm in size, there are burrs, although they are not obvious.The more Li Qinghua looked more and more like a typical malignant tumor, he needed surgery.

Fortunately, it was discovered by a physical examination. If it is allowed to grow, it will lose the chance of treatment within a few years.

Fortunately, Li Qinghua couldn't put this word on himself.

All kinds of small probability events hit him like a whip, keeping him awake at night.Ever since he knew the result until now, he has been listless, as if he is already terminally ill.

Even if Li Qinghua knew very well that excision of a tumor of this size was equivalent to a full recovery, but what if?Moreover, the operation requires the removal of the lung lobes and the removal of the lymph nodes. After that, his lung function will definitely be affected.

After so many years of hard work, he got lung cancer when there was no result. Before starting his business, Li Qinghua was full of this idea.

He was bewildered.

"Qinghua." Director Zhu came to the duty room and said to Li Qinghua gently.

"Ah? Master." Li Qinghua subconsciously stood up.

The other doctors took a look and left automatically, leaving a relatively private space for Director Zhu and Li Qinghua.

"Don't worry, it's a small problem." Director Zhu said with a smile, "I saw your enhanced CT, and the suggestion is surgery, to cut off the upper lobe of the left lung. It's okay, it's too early. From my experience, there is no problem after the cut. .”