Back in 2002 as a doctor

Xiao Kai is full of confidence in this.

Zhou Congwen had already forgotten about this matter, he seemed to be restless all the time, often in a daze.

"Professor Zhou, why do I feel that there is something wrong with your mood? Is it because of your closeness to your hometown?" Xiao Kai took a chance and asked.

Zhou Congwen sighed, "Dean Xiao, what do you think is wrong with my boss?"

What's wrong with Mr. Huang?

If it was in the past, how would Xiao Kai know.

But no matter how you say it, he is someone who can get in touch with Mr. Huang. Xiao Kai thought about it carefully, and smiled, "Mr. Huang is good at everything, but he is too willing to instill values."

"That's right." Zhou Congwen sighed, "Shen Tianci couldn't bear it, so he ran directly to Johns Hopkins."

"..." Xiao Kai was speechless.

"Actually, the boss is alright, but the most troublesome thing is Mrs. Mistress."

"Ah, what do you say?" Xiao Kai asked.

"If you say that the boss instills values, you can't help but feel agitated. The teacher's ability is stronger than the boss. Any trivial matter, the teacher will talk about it for a long time. It's not good if you don't listen, it's so worrying."

The more Zhou Congwen talked, the more distressed he became. It was obvious that he was deeply afraid of going to the boss's house.

Xiao Kai couldn't empathize at all.

In his opinion, Huang Lao's instilling values ​​is already an anomaly in this era, no matter how much he rambles, how far can he go.

Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou may be talking nonsense, Xiao Kai thinks so.

Regarding this, Zhou Congwen couldn't say anything more, and quietly waited for the boss to call.

The next afternoon, a black car picked up Zhou Congwen.

The boss seems a little tired. After returning from the battle, he is not happy, but more exhausted.

"Boss." Zhou Congwen called softly after getting into the car.

"En." Huang Lao didn't move, but moved his nose and hummed.

"Hey." Zhou Congwen smiled and glanced at Deng Ming.

"The boss said that he wanted to eat chicken feet at night, but his wife refused. He only agreed to drink a glass of wine, which was a five-cent cup." Deng Ming also said helplessly.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhou Congwen laughed, "Boss, the operation I performed later in Frankfurt scared everyone."

"I heard that Shen Tianci will be your assistant, and Liu Wuyan, you can do the small incision together in one stop." Huang Lao Youyou said, "It's okay, you, you didn't let me down."

"That is, who am I!" Zhou Congwen said proudly.

Only in front of his own boss, Zhou Congwen has the arrogance and detachment that young people should have, and the flying and jumping that young people should have.

"Be honest, it's just the beginning." Huang Lao said.

"Hey, I know." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Boss, let me tell you a joke."

"Ah."

Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen, the corner of his mouth raised.

When he was on the front line, the boss would chatter about Zhou Congwen's operation whenever he was free, but when he met the boss, he was like this again.

And Zhou Congwen was also interesting, he changed the topic and told jokes directly.

"When I was in the Third Hospital of Jianghai City, the Thoracic Surgery Department and the Anorectal Department were together. I really didn't have the concept of asepsis at all. How could these two departments be mixed together?" Zhou Congwen complained first.

"One day, an old man who participated in the Liberation War came to the hospital. He saw the young man in the next bed howling, and he was very disdainful."

"Especially when queuing up to change the dressing every night, I listen to the dressing room of the anorectal department... It's the same as the punishment."

"It's really uncomfortable, whoever has that disease will know." Huang Lao said.

"The old man was walking around and heard the wailing of other patients. He said that when I got a hole in my stomach, I didn't care at all. I just copied the gun and continued to fuck the mother. The old man has to act like a old man. Today’s young people are really inferior to each generation.”

"and after?"

"After the operation and the medicine was changed, I heard from the old man that if the reactionaries had tied a thread to his anus and pulled it twice if there was nothing to do, he would have rebelled a long time ago."

Zhou Cong's literature was so vivid that Deng Ming laughed.

"It's really hard, don't laugh at people. It's not good to say that people are inferior to people. You will have that day sooner or later." Huang Lao opened his eyes and glanced at Zhou Congwen.

"Boss, it's just a joke, don't you keep teaching me." Zhou Congwen complained, "What's for dinner?"

"Dumplings, stuffed with mutton, a pack of water per bite."

Zhou Congwen vaguely heard his boss swallowing.

The taste of the mutton stuffed dumplings made by my wife is still lingering in my mouth, but Zhou Congwen hasn't eaten them for many years, and it's very greedy to say it.

But thinking of that old man, even people like Zhou Congwen couldn't help but get a headache.

"How's the progress on your side?" Elder Huang asked.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen immediately corrected his mentality and began to tell his boss about the work progress of the academician workstation.

From the academician workstation of the Second Hospital of Medical University to the chest pain center that is about to open, from the chest pain center to Baishui Central Hospital.

Deng Ming's eyes lit up when he heard this, including the single-person resection of small pulmonary nodules under the laparoscope.

Zhou Congwen was indeed capable. In a short time, he brought up the academician workstation that Deng Ming was not very optimistic about, and flew all the way.

Now the number of surgeries at the Academician Workstation is close to that of 912 Cardiothoracic Surgery. Although the overall difficulty of surgeries is much worse, Deng Ming knows Zhou Congwen's conditions in the Second Hospital of the Medical University.

Holding the thermos cup, he looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile, full of admiration.

"It's okay." After hearing Zhou Congwen's introduction, Mr. Huang said calmly, "Just pay attention to safety. You can't do everything quickly. Safety is the most important thing. Make one to make one."

"I know the boss." Zhou Congwen replied earnestly, "Every day consultation is required, and I have to read all the patient's imaging data twice. During the operation, I do not follow Professor Chen and Dean Xiao also follow."

"Well, wedge resection is a minor operation, but it must not be considered a minor operation. Let me ask you, what are the complications of wedge resection for small pulmonary nodules that you know, and how to prevent them?"

Zhou Congwen immediately introduced 32 complications to his boss, many of which were extremely rare and even Deng Ming had never seen them.

Mr. Huang was noncommittal to Zhou Congwen's words, but while listening to Zhou Congwen's words, he closed his eyes and curled up in the back seat, as if he had fallen asleep.

Chapter 1039 Dumplings

When he came home, Mr. Huang walked in front with his hands behind his back, slowly climbing the steps step by step.

At this time, there is no elevator to enter the house, but it seems that the imperial capital...Zhou Congwen is thinking about changing the house for the boss.

But there is a high probability that the boss will not agree.

The owner of this house has lived in this house for many years. With the nostalgic mentality of the elderly, he guessed that he wanted to die here.

The elevator or something is not important to the boss.

"Zhou Congwen, eat more later." Deng Ming urged, "Otherwise my wife should say that young people don't look like young people. When the boss was young, he could eat one hundred and eight dumplings."

"At that time, it was good to have dumplings, and my eyes turned blue when I was hungry. I must eat enough once I catch them." Zhou Congwen nagged, he was a little nervous.

"If you say that, you probably won't be far from being beaten." Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile and said.

"I'm not stupid, Director Deng don't worry."

After exhorting Zhou Congwen, Deng Ming stopped talking, but bent down, holding a thermos cup in both hands, with a warm smile like a spring breeze on his face.

Zhou Congwen followed behind his boss obediently, the smile on his face was carved out of the same mold as Deng Ming's.

"I'm back." Huang Lao opened the door and entered the room, saying while changing his shoes.

"Go in and sit down, the dumplings will be cooked right away."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Congwen felt an indescribable yearning in his heart.

He took off his shoes in a numb manner, before he had time to put on his slippers, he went straight to the kitchen door.

"Master, hello."

A gray-haired old man and a middle-aged woman were busy talking in the kitchen. The old man looked up and saw Zhou Congwen's young face slightly startled.

"No wonder the old man insists that he looks familiar, and he really looks familiar." The old man murmured softly.

Zhou Congwen was also very strange, he didn't know why both his boss and his wife would feel this way.

But it doesn't matter, no matter what the old man says, just kill yourself and refuse to admit it.

"You are Zhou Congwen." The old lady beckoned, "Come in, come in and have a chat with me."

"Hey!" Zhou Congwen responded briskly, and walked into the kitchen.

The nanny was kicked out by the old lady, she looked up at Zhou Congwen carefully.

"I'll make dumplings for you." Zhou Congwen was going to help with some work, and was with his wife. If he didn't do something, his life would be very difficult.

"How old are you?" asked the old lady.

"26, it's not yet my birthday." Zhou Congwen replied.

"Very young, Lao Huang didn't know anything when he was your age."

"Don't talk nonsense." Huang Lao's voice came from outside, "I have accumulated a lot of knowledge, and I was much better than them when I was young."

"Hey." The old lady smiled, looking at the water in the pot, "The older you get, the harder your mouth becomes, so ignore him."

"It's okay, it's okay, what the boss said is true. I know my level well, and I'm sure I can't compare to the boss." Zhou Congwen said.

"Where's your girlfriend?" the old lady asked, "Why didn't you bring it with you?"

"She is busier than me, and she has only seen her once in several months." Zhou Congwen replied truthfully.

"Young people, you still need to spend more time with your girlfriend. Working in a hospital is a career, and family is also a must."

"Okay, I'll remember what you said, call her when I get back and bring her back."

"Slick tongue, no honesty." The old lady looked at the water in the pot intently, as if Huang Lao was standing on the operating table, the concentration was almost exactly the same.

"Master, what I said is true, why don't you call now?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

Just like her in memory, every move brings back memories of Zhou Congwen.Even if Lang's heart is as hard as iron, it turns into soft fingers in an instant.

"Aren't you very happy to be number one in the world?" The old lady suddenly changed the subject.

Zhou Congwen's brain hurts intermittently, what should come will always come.

This is to instill values ​​in myself. I didn't expect it to come so soon, and I didn't even say a little bit of homework and went straight to the topic.

Sighing inwardly, Zhou Congwen still stood gently beside the old lady, looking at her with silver hair and slightly moist eyes.

"Boy, I want to ask you something."

"It's okay, Mrs. Madam." Zhou Congwen said, "I have already discussed the work plan for this year and next two years with the boss. The schedule is full, and there is no time to be proud."

"I heard from Lao Huang that you went to Wellington for surgery, but in the end you didn't stay and wait for the award. You are so young..." As she spoke, the old lady looked up at Zhou Congwen.

Her gaze was deep and distant.

"It doesn't make any sense. Director Deng may take half a step further this year. I'm also thinking that if it works, it will be easy to do my job in 912 in the future." Zhou Congwen quickly explained.

The water has turned over, bubbling and bubbling.

The dumplings went in, and the water splash was temporarily suppressed.The old lady is holding a ladle with cold water in it, ready to drink water at any time.

"Don't fight or grab, it doesn't look like something you do at your age, don't you know the meaning of awarding honors?" the old lady asked.

"Master, I probably know." Zhou Congwen replied, "But I'm a doctor, and I don't want to go up. After thinking about it, it's more suitable for Director Deng."

"I have studied the ancient prose all my life, but it can be said to be useless."

"Master, don't say that. They are all cultural treasures of our country. Without your research, how can the young people behind understand so many treasures left by their ancestors."

The old lady stared at the dumplings in the pot, she didn't seem to hear Zhou Congwen's words, and she said to herself, "Fruit the sharpness, solve the differences, harmonize the light, and the same dust, where did this sentence come from?"

"Lao Tzu." Zhou Congwen knew that what was supposed to come would always come, and there was no way to avoid it, so he answered honestly and bravely.

"Chapter 4 and Chapter 56 both have this sentence. The academic perception is that Chapter 4 appeared abruptly, and it was smoother in Chapter 56." The old lady stared at the dumplings in the pot and said lightly.

Zhou Congwen didn't dare to say a word.

He could memorize more than five thousand words of "Lao Tzu", but he couldn't show off in front of his wife.

If I really look into it carefully, I am afraid that a question from my teacher will make me speechless.