Back in 2002 as a doctor

The corners of Deng Ming's lips were slightly raised, and he sat casually on the bed in the office with a thermos cup in his hand, looking at the old and the young.

Sometimes they argued and sometimes pondered, the pen was in the hands of the boss for a while, and Zhou Congwen snatched it away for a while.

The matching pictures on the sketches were constantly revised, one picture gradually became scribbled, and then another one was drawn.

Whether it is the boss or Zhou Congwen, their sketching techniques are very similar. Sometimes Deng Ming wonders why he always has such hallucinations, and he has some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

Is the boss doting on Zhou Congwen?The old people dote on the youngest child in the family.Shen Tianci used to be like this, and now Zhou Congwen is even more favored.

Not necessarily, Deng Ming shook his head.

He remembered what Zhou Congwen said to him when he was going to take a bath in a nervous mood when he was sprayed with blood by a patient with a ruptured vertebral artery, and he didn't know if the patient had AIDS, syphilis or other infectious diseases.

Zhou Congwen saw things very clearly, he knew what the boss wanted.

What the boss cares about is the grand narrative, the gnashing of the gears of history and the times, the collision of great civilizations, the promotion of human progress by his own efforts, and his vision of increasing the average life expectancy of the whole country by a few years.

The grand narrative finally falls on the pen on paper, on a possible small change in the end-to-end anastomosis of blood vessels.

Focusing on the grand narrative, the place where it goes is extremely subtle. Neither the boss nor Zhou Congwen will have a high-level view and a low-handedness. They talk freely but do nothing serious.

They are really two people who are very similar, and they are really born close disciples.

Deng Ming watched, the figures of the two people in front of him gradually overlapped, gradually blurred, and gradually became clear.

An hour went by in a flash.

The discussion between the two was still endless. Although it was just a way to anastomose blood vessels, there were too many things involved in it.

How to trim the broken ends of the blood vessels, and flush the blood vessels with 0.1% heparin saline, 0.5% procaine, or 3.8% sodium citrate solution.

Under what circumstances is it most appropriate to use what kind of flushing solution, and what kind of impact does this flushing solution have on blood vessels.

缝合线用4-0，还是5-0，甚至是11-0的卡普龙线，还是两端都用无损伤线。

What is the best suture method for each suture, and where are the advantages and disadvantages.

Zhou Congwen also put forward a strange point of view - the patient's hair can be used and sutured continuously after disinfection.

There are some things that have been clinically concluded. For example, if the diameter is less than 2mm, intermittent suture is better; if the diameter is more than 2mm, continuous suture can be used.

The hemostatic effect of continuous suture is better, but if the suture is too tight, the anastomotic stoma may be reduced.

This kind of thing was also brought up for discussion, especially the boss, his eyes lit up, and he talked about all kinds of whimsical ideas that he would never talk about normally.

If someone else said these words, it would definitely be "rebellious".

But the boss...he not only asks questions, but also provides reasonable explanations and accumulation of years of clinical experience.

Questions that are not a problem at all in the eyes of others are thrown out one after another, and one after another is discussed and studied.

Many problems were not solved, but the boss and Zhou Congwen insisted on their own opinions and wanted to use data to speak, so they put it on hold for the time being.

Deng Ming looked at the two in a daze, as if he saw the boss sitting on a chair talking to himself sometimes.

He never felt that the boss was schizophrenic. Deng Ming knew that his level was a little low and he couldn't discuss with the boss, so he continued to build on the past.

My talent is not in carrying forward the past, but in... Deng Ming thought, shaking his head helplessly.

The phone rang, interrupting the discussion between Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen.

Mr. Huang was a little unhappy, he glared at Zhou Congwen.

"Don't you know that the phone is turned off? I just thought of something and was interrupted by the ringtone of the phone."

Zhou Congwen was taken aback, and laughed, "Boss, it seems to be your cell phone."

"..." Huang Lao frowned and listened carefully, and it really came from his pocket.

"I'm on mute." Elder Huang took out his phone suspiciously, glanced at the phone number on it, and all the discussions he had been indulging in before disappeared immediately.

He made a gesture to signal Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming to go out first.

Zhou Congwen tried to glance at the boss's cell phone. He felt that something serious happened, but the time now seemed to be different from the previous life, and it was a while later.

Mr. Huang glared at Zhou Congwen, "I'm curious about everything, it's an organizational task, go out."

"Yes yes yes." Zhou Congwen bowed and walked out of the office with Deng Ming.

The boss' voice came from behind, "Chief."

Chapter 0903 What Should Come Will Always Come

Zhou Congwen only heard two words and vaguely guessed something.

The timeline may have changed more or less, but it's probably still the same thing.

He walked out of the office, closed the door with his hand back and leaned against the opposite window sill.

"Zhou Congwen, did you gain anything from discussing the surgical technique with the boss?" Deng Ming asked with a smile.

"No." Zhou Congwen said truthfully, "The current surgical techniques and anastomosis methods are all honed. Although the boss and I are somewhat dissatisfied with the existing technology, it is not easy to find a solution."

Deng Ming smiled, "The boss answered the phone. He probably needs to go to the Shuai Mansion for a consultation. Let's go together."

Zhou Congwen looked at Deng Ming, neither nodded nor shook his head, just remained silent.

"Nowadays, the boss usually doesn't need to consult with the boss, and even the boss is the secretary of the health care team. This time it's a bit strange, but it's the chief caller. I don't know what the problem is." Deng Ming didn't notice Zhou Congwen's expression, he continued Said.

Deng Ming didn't think it was a big deal to go to Shuai's mansion often, so he didn't care.

As for Zhou Congwen's solemn expression, in Deng Ming's view, it was a sign of lack of "knowledge".

Just get used to it, Deng Ming has a little sense of superiority.

However, he didn't think too much about it because his little junior brother would definitely be a frequent visitor to the Shuai's mansion in the future.

Soon, Mr. Huang changed his clothes and walked out of the office.

"Deng Ming, come with me." Although Huang Lao had his hands behind his back and his waist bowed, his walking speed was obviously accelerated.

"Okay boss." Deng Ming smiled gently, and glanced at Zhou Congwen, "Boss, ask Zhou Congwen to come with you."

Zhou Congwen is "sensible", and Deng Ming doesn't mind reciprocating.

"What is he going to do, look after the patient, and go back to the Second Hospital of the Medical University tomorrow to perform the surgery." Mr. Huang didn't even look at Zhou Congwen.

Deng Ming was taken aback.

What's going on here?

He knows his boss's temperament - definitely not a mean person.

Just like Zhou Congwen casually throwing the honor of the Queen of Healing to himself, would the boss mind taking Zhou Congwen to the commander's mansion?

Besides, with Zhou Congwen's ability, even if he is separated from the boss, it is possible to reach a higher height. The Shuai Mansion is not an unattainable place for him.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Zhou Congwen had a thick skin and asked Huang Lao with a smile.

"It's none of your business." Mr. Huang responded coldly, "Going to the ICU to take care of patients, Deng Ming and I may not be able to come back for a few days... for a while."

"Don't mind, boss." Zhou Congwen said immediately, "the patient will be fine after the operation, you have to trust our 912 technical strength. You are already [-] years old, and you can't do it all the time. I am young and strong, what can I do?" Emergency rescue must be..."

Just as he was talking, a slap flew over.

Zhou Congwen leaned back to dodge, with a smile on his face, and a dignified look below.

He knew what was due would always come.

"It's none of your business."

"Boss, is it an intractable disease?" Zhou Congwen followed his boss with a face like a dog's skin plaster and asked, "I'm good at this, and you also know my diagnostic skills."

Deng Ming was speechless.

What happened today always felt that something was wrong, but Deng Ming just couldn't tell what was wrong.

After the boss answered a phone call, his and Zhou Congwen's expressions, voices, and behaviors changed dramatically.

One does not bring life and death, and the other life and death must follow.

What happened?

"The surgery competition will start in April, and the job of judging the competition... I guess I won't be able to go." Huang Lao didn't want to really beat Zhou Congwen, he said lightly, "You do the surgery well, if they deliberately pressure you, next year Let's challenge the review team. While I'm not bullying my students, I'll see who has the guts."

Zhou Congwen was sure what happened.

He smiled and moved closer to Huang Lao, bowing his body, extremely respectful.

"Boss, what happened, maybe I can help."

Huang Laogang was about to raise his hand, but suddenly he was slightly startled, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Zhou Congwen with surprise and astonishment.

A few seconds later, Elder Huang asked suspiciously, "Zhou Congwen, when did you know? Did you know Xiao Zhong from Yangcheng?"

"Know what? I don't know anyone except you." Zhou Congwen denied it.

"If you don't know anything, why are you saving so many masks?" Mr. Huang straightened up, squinted his eyes, and looked at Zhou Congwen seriously.

"I'm so petty." Zhou Congwen smiled, "When I was in the Third Hospital of Jianghai City, I always wore a cotton mask on stage at first, and I envied the 3m mask."

"You're full of nonsense, why don't you tell the truth." Huang Lao said disdainfully.

"..." Deng Ming was confused. He thought about it but didn't think about what happened.

"Boss, the mask is mine." Zhou Congwen emphasized, "You can use it if you want, but you have to take me with you."

"Get out!" Huang Lao said violently, "Go back to the operation."

"Hey." Zhou Congwen's thick skin made Deng Ming point out that the boss started to swear, but Zhou Congwen still had a playful smile on his face, as if he couldn't see what the boss meant at all.

It shouldn't be, Zhou Congwen is not such a person who can't see things clearly, Deng Ming is even more puzzled.

He didn't go up to dissuade him, but stood aside and watched quietly.

This matter may not be as simple as he imagined. Deng Ming guessed that he might have thought wrong, not going to the commander's mansion, but another mission.

Zhou Congwen seemed to know something too.

"Boss, you don't bring one like this." Zhou Congwen was still respectful, thick-skinned, and still wrapped around Mr. Huang.

"Masks, requisitioned." Huang Lao said decisively, "I'll talk about how much it will cost later, but I may not be able to supply it to you this time."

"!!!" Countless exclamation marks floated above Deng Ming's head.

"I just have one request. Your old man will take me to learn more." Zhou Congwen said with a playful smile.

Mr. Huang gave Zhou Congwen a vicious look, "Go back to the surgery."

"No, boss, there must be something good on your side not to take me with you." Zhou Congwen also resolutely took back his boss's words.

Elder Huang held back his anger and his curiosity towards Zhou Congwen, and walked towards the elevator with his hands behind his back, "Zhou Congwen, this mission is very strange and dangerous. Do you know that there are infectious diseases in the south?"

"I don't know." Zhou Congwen didn't want to deny it directly.

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, I participated in the treatment of infectious diseases such as schistosomiasis and cholera. At that time, I traveled all over the country." Huang Lao walked into the elevator, and there were other people there, and Huang Lao did not say anything important.

"It was really hard at that time." Zhou Congwen said.

"Hard work? No, it's a narrow escape." Huang Lao said, "You young people who grew up in good conditions can never imagine..."

"Boss, if you say that, I have to refute it." Zhou Congwen said, "The future belongs to young people, not to be pampered. If you don't believe me, you can ask Director Deng why our 912 hospitalization is always less painful than before."

Chapter 0904 you, is the fire, is the hope

"It's all over." Huang Lao didn't continue the previous topic, he straightened his waist and looked ahead, as if he was ten years younger.

Zhou Congwen didn't say much. This matter may be a big deal to the boss, and he is different from himself. The boss has no predictions about the future at all.

But for the self who has experienced the future, it is just a "small" thing.

No matter in terms of scale, severity, duration, inexplicable disappearance or changes in history, this year's events can't catch up with the big event that changed the direction of history more than ten years later.

If the boss has been pursuing a grand narrative, then the incident a few years later is really grand.

The elevator door opened, and Mr. Huang walked out of the elevator with his hands behind his back.

When he came to the gate, he turned his head and took a deep look at Zhou Congwen, "Zhou Congwen."

"boss."

"You go back." Elder Huang said calmly, "There is indeed a major incident involving infectious diseases, and the doctors receiving the treatment have been infected one after another. Although it belongs to the category of respiratory medicine, I still want to go see it."

"Boss, I don't worry if I follow you." Zhou Congwen no longer had a playful smile on his face, but looked at the boss seriously, "You are old, it's hard to put it bluntly, if there is any problem, I'm fine, you may not be able to endure it .”