Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Do you know what is a pinching line?" Huang Lao asked.

Zhou Congwen nodded, "After being infected with malaria, some patients will have symptoms of pinched line."

Pinch empty management line?

Both Xiao Kai and Director Han were taken aback.

"Here." Zhou Congwen gestured with his hand, rubbing his right thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, as if counting money.

"It's said in the book that you have hot flashes in the afternoon, walk your hands through the seams of your clothes, pinch your hands together, and stare directly at you for shortness of breath." Zhou Congwen said.

Mr. Huang didn't follow Zhou Congwen's words, but said to himself, "There are still some malaria parasites, but the filarial worms have been completely blocked. The specimens are really one less."

"Boss, don't worry." Zhou Congwen immediately gave his boss a reassurance, "If it doesn't work, I will participate in the aid to Africa. Whatever specimen you want, I will do it there."

"Don't talk nonsense." Elder Huang said contemptuously, "Staying in the country for surgery is better than anything else."

"Hey, didn't you say that there is a lack of specimens?"

"It's to make you pay attention." Huang Lao raised his hand, Zhou Congwen habitually evaded, and his movements were tacitly coordinated like an operation.

"I know the boss." Zhou Congwen was not stubborn, nor did he look like an old hooligan like usual. He looked like a child weighing more than 170 pounds.

"Mr. Huang, our country's public health has indeed made great progress in recent years. This is the result of the hard work of medical workers including you." Xiao Kai said as if he was in a meeting.

"The main thing is to have money." Huang Lao said, "The barnkeeper knows etiquette, and these parasitic diseases are the same. Drinking boiled water was more important when the country was founded. But at that time, drinking boiled water alone could increase the average The lifespan is 5-8 years. Now it is at the top of its game, and it is very difficult to go further."

As he spoke, Huang Lao looked at Zhou Congwen.

"Boss, don't worry." Zhou Congwen understood, and immediately said, "I plan to find some trainee doctors to come over in the second half of the year, and completely spread out the thoracoscopy."

In fact, there is an easier way to roll out a new technology, but neither Huang Lao nor Zhou Congwen can say this, let alone use it.

That is a double-edged sword.

It's better to start with technology honestly.

"I applied for a national scientific research fund for you." Huang Lao said, "Jieqing's business will be implemented in the next year or two, Changjiang Scholars..."

As he spoke, Huang Lao pondered.

Director Han and Xiao Kai were both stunned. Jieqing and Changjiang Scholars were far away from them, but they didn't expect Huang Lao to say it in such a light tone.

"Cheung Kong scholars don't worry, it will be five years later."

"Boss in no hurry." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "Don't think about recommending me as an academician. Director Deng is on top. He has to do it."

Mr. Huang looked deeply at Zhou Congwen. Zhou Congwen's eyes were clear and open, and he looked at his boss.

Zhou Congwen is very clear about the boss's arrangement.

With Jieqing, Changjiang Scholars, and several world No. [-]s, with his status in the world and the recommendation of his boss, he is very likely to become an academician when his boss dies.

But Zhou Congwen didn't want to think about the boss' death.

Just an academician, Zhou Congwen didn't care too much.

Now that Zhou Congwen had said so, Mr. Huang didn't say much, and then he started chatting with Zhou Congwen about tricuspid valve and mitral valve interventional surgery.

The next day, when the pathology results came out urgently, Mr. Huang was sure he was fine, so he didn't stay any longer, and flew back to the imperial capital directly.

Chapter 1227 It's a horn, how many beatings will it take?

Director Geng's affairs came to an end, and his boss came to perform an operation, and told him about Jieqing and Changjiang Scholars in a vague way, but Zhou Congwen didn't care too much.

The boss said that the key point is to increase the average life expectancy.

And this matter, we must start from a small place and slowly.

As the days passed, Academician Chu gradually became proficient in ERCP surgery, and he was ready to learn ESD surgery.

One day, after seeing the patient's medical team in the evening, I went to eat supper.

Zhou Congwen didn't eat much, drank a few sips of pure water, and ate two skewers to relax.

Xiao Kai knew Zhou Congwen's habits. Although he was young, he took care of his body as seriously as Huang Lao, and it can be said that he was like an ascetic.

He started to take care of his body at such a young age, every time Xiao Kai saw Zhou Congwen's face with no desires and desires, he would think of the thermos in Deng Ming's hand.

"Congwen, another day has passed." Shen Lang nagged.

"What? You still cherish it?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

"Every day when I open my eyes, I have to run, and then go to work. I have been busy all the way until now. I have a meal, go back to wash, do exercise before going to bed, and start again as soon as I sleep." Shen Lang complained, "Do you think I am like a robot."

"Isn't this very good." Zhou Congwen said.

"I'm only 26!"

Zhou Congwen tucked his crew cut and smiled slightly, "I remember Wang Chengfa playing basketball in the past, and you followed him a few times."

"Yeah, very boring." Shen Lang said, "He's over 50, and he's in good health, but I'm afraid I'll hit him with a heart attack."

"Then do you still fight afterward?"

"No." Shen Lang said vaguely while stroking the skewer, "I also reflected on it, when I was in college, I used to play basketball, screaming for the female classmates.

The stadium is really a place for sweat and hormones.You don't even know that when I was playing basketball in school, three or five female classmates would bring me water, surrounded by jealous eyes. "

"What's the purpose?" Zhou Congwen said lightly, "If it's for girls, then it doesn't matter what you do. But you are a professional doctor now, so pay attention to the word "professional."

Xiao Kai's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Congwen has always maintained an ascetic life with no desires or desires. He usually only smokes two cigarettes and rarely drinks alcohol. It's really just to keep in shape.

No wonder Mr. Huang is so used to him, they are the same kind of people fundamentally.

Huang Laobashi can still do thoracoscopic surgery, tsk tsk.

This is easy to say, but Xiao Kai is well aware of the difficulties.

Xiao Kai is also a doctor of thoracic surgery. He is almost 50 years old now. The status of the operation is one thing, but the young mentality is another.

"Professionals have to live." Shen Lang sighed, "Every day goes round and round, and I don't know what the meaning of my life is. Is it a tool for surgery?"

"It's meaningful." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Let me ask you, who do you like playing basketball?"

"Of course Jordan."

"Do you know Jordan's breakfast training camp?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Know!"

Mentioning this, Shen Lang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It is said that Qiao's leader has a breakfast training camp. Professional trainers are responsible for the training. There are strict rules on what to eat, drink, and do." Shen Lang said excitedly, wringing his fingers, "Barkley said that if he If you can persevere, you will finish torturing Chief Qiao."

"He is very talented, and he has to train hard the day after tomorrow." Zhou Congwen said, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage, it's not a joke."

"But...it's too boring." Shen Lang knew what Zhou Congwen meant, and he had no other thoughts, just complaining casually.

After complaining, what should I do tomorrow or what to do.

"When I was kicked by Wang Chengfa to the emergency room, I met a patient." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "The hospital in the mining area below sent me. The patient was very drunk and said he had difficulty breathing."

Hearing Zhou Congwen gossip, Shen Lang looked at him straight, not letting go of a single word.

"The patient was lying on the flat car, breathing hard, and his face changed color. But the ECG monitoring showed that the blood oxygen saturation was 96%. Guess what the doctor in the mining area 120 said?"

"How to say?"

"He said that considering that the patient had a tension pneumothorax, he asked me to insert a 50ml syringe to deflate it." Zhou Congwen laughed.

Xiao Kai smiled implicitly, Xiao Kai has seen this kind of thing a lot.It's just that he didn't understand what Zhou Congwen meant by what he said, so it's not easy to interrupt.

"You have to auscultate first." Shen Lang said doubtfully.

"I thought to myself at the time, if you are so sure, why don't you intervene in the 120 ambulance for a long time, and come to the Third Hospital to tease me." Zhou Congwen said.

"Yes!" Shen Lang patted his thigh, and Li Ran gave him a blank look, "If you want to pat your thigh, pat your own!"

"hey-hey."

"I auscultated, and the breath sounds of the patient's lungs were slightly weak, and there was no pneumothorax. Now I'm going to test you, what would you do if you were in my position."

"Emmmm." Shen Lang pondered.

"Where's Dean Xiao?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"It's probably because I drank too much, and the vomit was aspirated when I vomited." Xiao Kaiyun calmly used his rich clinical experience to crush a group of small doctors, "If I deal with it, I will make the patient lie on his side, and then tap his back , really can’t suck phlegm, stimulate it.”

"Learn a bit, this is clinical experience." Zhou Congwen said.

"Hey."

"The doctors in the mining area below are unprofessional." Zhou Congwen brought the topic back, "Not only did he misjudge the condition, but he dared not do it himself and urged other doctors to do it. Once the needle is inserted, it will be a traumatic pneumothorax, and the atmospheric pressure will be directly vented!"

"Okay, okay, I know. People are dying around me. If you are more professional, you can save two more people." Shen Lang waved his hand casually, and continued to roll.

"Professor Zhou, I really want to maintain a peak state like you. It takes a lifetime of energy to strive for excellence. This is really not something that ordinary people can do." Xiao Kai sighed and said seriously.

He speaks half-truths and sounds like a sycophant... and is actually a sycophant.

"Have you seen Farewell My Concubine, Dean Xiao?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I've seen it." Xiao Kai said with a smile, "When will I be able to become a horn?"

"It's a horn, how many beatings will it take?" Zhou Congwen said, "It's the same reason, you only look at the dignitary in front of others, and you suffer when you don't look at others."

Shen Lang shrugged, but didn't pay much attention to it.

What worries him is that it goes back and forth every day, and he is really very boring, boring, and helpless.

Zhou Congwen smiled, "Come on, boy."

"When can I become a horn?" Shen Lang asked.

"Soon." Zhou Congwen said with certainty, "Actually, you are already a character now."

Shen Lang's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhou Congwen with the look of an idiot.

"The number one team in the world, you are not a character, who is?"

Chapter 1228 Gifts

When Zhou Congwen returned home, the lights were on, and he knew that Liu Xiaobie was back.

This girl has been extremely busy since she left Jianghai City. It is not easy to even meet her. She usually communicates by phone.

She was like a stray wild cat, who might come back anytime.Then the next day, it will disappear without a trace.

Are you the richest man in the world?A question appeared in Zhou Congwen's mind, and then he pushed open the door with a smile on his face.

"I'm back." Zhou Congwen said as if his husband came home and greeted his wife who lived with him day and night.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaobie curled up on the sofa, glanced lazily at Zhou Congwen, "You have nothing to say to me?"

"Have you brought back the consumables?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Pa~" The magazine in Liu Xiaobie's hand flew out, Zhou Congwen dodged it, and the magazine hit the door.

"Look at you, how old a girl is and still have such a temper." Zhou Congwen walked into the room with a smile, "I'll give you a present."

"The consumables will take another month, and the prototype has basically been finalized." Liu Xiaobie said, "The thing you want is so weird that you don't know what you said. I want a technician to ask you, but after thinking about it Or find your boss."

"That's great, I'm relieved to leave the matter to you." Zhou Congwen boasted plainly.

This is a truth.

After all, the equipment that Zhou Congwen wanted was more than ten or even twenty years later, and Liu Xiaobie was very capable if he could make it in advance.

"Your boss is much more reliable than you." Liu Xiaobie seemed not to have heard Zhou Congwen's compliment.

"Of course, otherwise, why is the boss the boss, and I'm just an underworld worker." Zhou Congwen laughed, "By the way, have you become the richest man in the world?"

Liu Xiaobie cast a look of disdain.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Zhou Congwen said while washing his hands and preparing to grind eggs.

"Can you believe nonsense like Forbes? Do you know that the real rich people in the world, the kind of existence that turns their hands into clouds and turns their hands into rain, are all behind the scenes."

"I know." Zhou Congwen just answered Liu Xiaobie's words casually. When passing by Miaoman's little wild cat, he didn't even look at it, and went straight to wash his hands.

"What gift did you give me?" Liu Xiaobie asked curiously.