Back in 2002 as a doctor

Chen Houkun was speechless.

Only... 50...

It's 2002 now!

"Brother Chen, try it, if it doesn't work, I'll just buy you one."

Chen Houkun was completely speechless, he became more and more convinced that Zhou Congwen's illegitimate son was living in Jianghai City.People usually don't show off, but it doesn't mean that they have no money in their hands and no resources behind them.

A grinding drill worth 50 yuan, if you open your mouth, I will buy one for you.

Chen Houkun felt emotional in his heart, thinking carefully about Zhou Congwen's words, it seemed to make sense.The chest department can't compare with the orthopedics department, the equipment is imported, and the income is much lower. I never thought that I could ask Johnson & Johnson and Olida about grinding drills.

Besides, it’s not about wanting it, it’s about using it.

Training surgery, can that be called?It's borrowing, it's borrowing!

Besides, these are not for the sake of the business of Johnson & Johnson, Olympus, and Olida.

I am the same, I have nothing to say to the salesman, no matter how he is the deputy director, the regional manager doesn't necessarily talk to him when he comes.

Chen Houkun had no confidence at first, but was thrown into a corner by Zhang You, and everyone was waiting for the ashes to fall on him.

After being in the cold for a few years, he either retired sadly, or was transferred to another hospital to restart.But according to Zhou Congwen, it seems that thoracoscopy also has a future.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, and no one will believe them with just one mouth.

Two operations before and after, one "by the way" cut off the pericardial cyst, and one directly went in for exploration, which solved the problem that the thoracic surgery department had been unable to solve.

Chen Houkun's eyes were bright, and he vaguely saw the future of thoracoscopy.

Yes, find their manager!Hanging up the phone, he called Johnson & Johnson's sales immediately.

Xiao Zhou said that he only borrowed a 50 machine.

……

Zhou Congwen talked to Chen Houkun and hung up the phone.

Zhou Congwen was very happy to scold Wang Chengfa a lot today.Although it does not hurt much, it is extremely insulting.

He knew that he was in the favor of Wang Qiang, and Wang Qiang's "father-in-law" had a certain influence in the hospital, and now he was worried about Wang Chengfa not sending Wang Qiang to the imperial capital for further studies, so Wang Chengfa didn't dare to confront himself with the medical department. .

After being reborn in the first life, knowing the basic context of the big event, it shouldn't be too easy to play Wang Chengfa badly.

With a bad breath, Zhou Congwen recalled that if he encountered a similar situation in his previous life, he might have a big problem with the patient.

However, the loss of Wang Chengfa belongs to the loss of Wang Chengfa, and the patient's affairs should not be careless.

After writing the medical records, Zhou Congwen squatted in the small intensive care unit until five o'clock in the afternoon. The patient's condition was stable, and then he left.

"Shen Lang, I'm going back." Zhou Congwen passed by the office and greeted Shen Lang.

Suddenly Shen Lang hid the paper in front of him in a panic like a thief, Zhou Congwen was taken aback.

Chapter 0119 The Future Is Dark

"Shen Lang, what about writing novels?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

He knew that Shen Lang had this hobby, and he was willing to write something if he had nothing to do, but he didn't seem to write anything famous in the end.

Shen Lang was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, and stuffed the manuscript paper into the drawer as quickly as possible.Zhou Congwen is sure that Shen Lang can become a famous doctor if he can do surgery with this kind of speed.

"Let me take a look?" Zhou Congwen walked into the office, "Don't be so self-conscious. After writing it, it's just for others to read on the Internet. I'll take a look in advance and give you some suggestions."

"Don't..." Shen Lang looked like a student caught by a teacher to read martial arts novels in class, with a timid expression on his face, "I just wrote nonsense. Besides, I won't post it on the Internet. I will mail it to the editorial agency."

Hahaha, Zhou Congwen laughed heartily. It seems that the Internet age has just arrived, and Shen Lang hasn't changed his mind yet.Editorial agencies, most of them have not had a good life for a few years.

"What age is it now, use a computer."

"I can't afford a notebook, so I write an outline and use my computer to write when I get home from get off work."

"Let me take a look, don't be so stingy." Zhou Congwen sat directly on the chair next to Shen Lang, "I have read a lot of novels, and recently I am chasing Zichuan."

"It is said that Zichuan has already published a physical book. People can earn money to support themselves by writing books. I am a hobby, a hobby."

Shen Lang refused to let Zhou Congwen watch, and explained embarrassingly.

"So you still want to write novels when you go home? I'm so tired every day, I just fall asleep when I get home." Zhou Congwen asked.

"I can't see hope, I'm depressed, and I can only be happy when I'm writing a novel." Shen Lang said with some distress, "Don't think that Director Wang has been targeting you all the time, and I'm not much better.

Usually they say they want me to have the surgery, but at most they only cut the skin, and he won't let me do it when they go down to the muscle layer. "

Knowing this, Zhou Congwen nodded.

"After Wang Qiang's operation for two years, the result is good. By the way, I heard that Wang Qiang is going to the anorectal department."

The anorectal department and the thoracic surgery department belong to an extremely small department with fewer beds than the thoracic department.

Zhou Congwen remembers very clearly that in his last life, Wang Qiang went to the anorectal department after studying the incident, but later he did not get help from his father-in-law and mother-in-law.Although married, he has been a small doctor all his life.

As for this person, there is no place to think about it. Who knows which cloud has rain.

Looking at the rich list in the past ten or twenty years, most of the so-called self-made rich actually rely on the energy of their father-in-law.Although they cannot deny their abilities, they are a light-year away from what they claim to be self-made.

Wang Qiang didn't have such good luck. It may be that the old man didn't like him at all, and he was afraid that he would be merciful once he gained power.

If that's the case, it's better to be a little doctor in a wimpy way, who will let his girl insist on marrying him.

It seems that although the things in the middle have changed somewhat, the final result is still the same, and the timeline and character line have not changed drastically.

"I've heard about it too." Zhou Congwen said calmly, aiming at the drawer.

Shen Lang found that Zhou Congwen had been coveting his manuscript, moved the chair, and blocked the drawer with his body.

"Director Wang spent two years in surgery for nothing, but now none of us know anything. Do you think I can't be depressed? I'm better than you, but not much better."

"It's embarrassing to say that a surgeon can't perform surgery."

"I see that Wang Qiang left, and Director Wang didn't let go of a single operation. For the operation a few days ago, he went from beginning to end, and he didn't even give him a chance to get stitches."

Zhou Congwen nodded again, Shen Lang's troubles were also his troubles back then.

Unlike the hospitals in the imperial capital and the devil's capital, there are too many jobs to do, and as long as you are willing to learn, there are bound to be countless opportunities.

Simply put, the bigger the hospital, the higher the ceiling.

The ceiling of the No. [-] Hospital in Jianghai City is undergoing chest surgery, and the ceiling of the Imperial City Hospital may be undergoing sleeve resection, pneumonectomy or even lung transplantation, which is completely different.

"I don't even dare to think about the future now." Shen Lang didn't know what Zhou Congwen was thinking, and continued with a deep sigh, "I used to think that being a doctor is a good job, and the older you get, the more popular you become.

But in the past two years, I can't figure out why a doctor who doesn't know anything is becoming more and more popular. Did he see wrinkles on my face? "

"You can study." Zhou Congwen comforted.

"Further study, I went to study surgery for half a year and a year, and I forgot all about it after a few years of neglect when I came back." Shen Lang said helplessly.

Zhou Congwen never talked about these things with Shen Lang in his last life, but now that he said it, he didn't expect this guy to see it quite clearly.

"Hold on, Director Wang will retire in less than three years."

"Retirement..." Shen Lang sighed deeply, "Is it useful? At least Director Wang still has surgery and nausea. For example, if you go up, you have to do the surgery every day? You can't do enough by yourself. It's not my turn."

Zhou Congwen smiled.

"Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely have to do every one carefully. Forget it, stop dreaming, and I won't be the director either. It is estimated that after Director Wang retires, someone from the People's Hospital should be the director. At that time... it will still be a assistant."

"Hey, show me your novel."

"No!" Shen Lang said firmly, "Do you know about shame?"

"Don't you write books for people to read?"

"The more people read the Song typeface in the magazine, the happier I am. It smells like paper and ink, but the manuscript is different." Shen Lang shook his head.

It was difficult for Zhou Congwen to sympathize with Shen Lang as he tucked his haircut.

"Hurry up and go home, you are not tired."

"Can the patient understand?"

"I've been squatting with you in the intensive care unit for a day, and the patient is very cooperative. The airway pressure is not high, and it should get better a little bit. It's nothing serious." Shen Lang knew it well, "I've finished the re-examination tomorrow morning, don't worry. If something really happens, call Director Wang first, and then call you."

Zhou Congwen smiled, got up and walked out of the office with his hands behind his back.

"gone!"

"Have a good night's sleep!"

"I can have a good dream if you don't call me for surgery."

"Shut up!" Shen Lang's wailing came from behind.

There is no little doctor on clinical duty who is not superstitious. Zhou Congwen was also a little apprehensive, with his hands behind his back, praying silently in his heart.

I have opened my mouth before, so try not to say such things in the future.

He wasn't afraid of surgery, but he was especially afraid of Zhengxiang, who was sleeping in the middle of the night, hearing the phone ringing.

So much so that Zhou Congwen was allergic to the ringtones of his mobile phone in his last life, and he changed countless tunes, but it still didn't work, so the mobile phone could only be handed over to his most proud student for safekeeping.

Talking too much is full of tears, Zhou Congwen went home slowly.

Today is June 6, there are two knockout matches, and England has missed the game against Brazil in the afternoon.

Another one is the United States vs. Germany.

Zhou Congwen didn't go home to rest or practice surgery. He came to Chunxiao Sports Lottery slowly like a retired veteran cadre. Seeing that Chunxiao's boss was not outside, he walked in.

"Boss, buy a lottery ticket!" Zhou Congwen said to Boss Chunxiao with a smile.

Chapter 0120 playing games out of the truth

"Ah! You're here!!" Boss Chunxiao was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly handed over the work in hand to others to meet him.

The machine that printed the lottery ticket was slowly creaking and spitting out the lottery ticket like an old scalper.

Zhou Congwen was a little helpless, if he bought a lottery ticket worth tens of thousands of dollars, wouldn't he be able to print it until tomorrow morning?

But at this level in 2002, there is no way.This is the first football lottery for the World Cup. It would have been even more difficult to earn money if the rebirth had been two years earlier.

By the way, my lottery ticket hadn't been cashed yet, and Zhou Congwen suddenly realized that he had forgotten an important event.

Too careless, Zhou Congwen self-criticism.

"Doctor Zhou, here we come! Which game to buy... No, there is only one game. Who do you buy? Is it the US team?" Boss Chun Xiao asked enthusiastically.

"No, the United States will of course buy German tanks against Germany. Although the German tanks are a bit broken this year, the US is at the level of the top 16 and has come to an end." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

Boss Chunxiao was stunned for a moment, he thought Zhou Congwen would keep buying big cold.

Although every time he only buys a lottery ticket worth 2 yuan, he won't win much, but who cares about this?Boss Chunxiao guessed that Zhou Congwen was probably just doing it for everyone's envious eyes.

Young people have a good face and are normal.

After printing out a lottery ticket for Zhou Congwen, Boss Chunxiao explained to the boy and left the sports betting shop with Zhou Congwen, and sat down at a barbecue stall outside.

"Doctor Zhou, I thought you only came to buy lottery tickets when there was a big upset."

"No, I'm just too busy. Here, I was on duty yesterday, 24 hours a day, and I don't get off work until this time today."

"Good job."

"Fortunately, your income here is pretty good recently." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and looked at the back room.

"It's better than before, but I can't make much money. The back room is where I can earn a lot of money, but I don't have the good fortune to enjoy the money, and I don't feel jealous when I see it. That's it." Boss Chun Xiao said frankly.

"You really can see it."

"Hahaha, three cents of money is seven cents of life. If you have money but lose your life, it's just a passing fortune. When our village was demolished, I saw clearly how many people had enough to eat, but ended up going bankrupt after making a lot of money."

Zhou Congwen raised his right arm and gave a thumbs up.

"Doctor Xiao Zhou, don't talk about me, talk about you. Did you figure it out? Germany will definitely win?"

"Boss Chunxiao, I've told you many times that I'm not a mathematician."

"then you……"

"I draw lots at home, write names, and whoever gets caught counts." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

Boss Chunxiao is not a fool, so of course he wouldn't believe it.But Zhou Congwen said it several times with certainty. He knew that this was the core secret, so he didn't continue to ask.