Chapter 687： King of cancer

Chapter 687: King of Cancer

It's not easy to be a secretary, and even more difficult to be a good secretary. Someone once said that there are few things that can stop him in the future.

Su Yuan, a graduate of the public health department, did not go to the civil service to enter the hospital. Instead, he entered the hospital. The first-hand official document was impervious, and the person was also illuminated. Finally, he relied on his grandfather and Wu Lao to experience starvation. The old secretary of Wu.

Wu Lao gently watched Zhang Fan take a sip of tea, and the old man was rude.

"Is the paper brought?" Zhang Fan almost drank the tea he had drank.

"Master, bring it."

"Well, show it to me, you drink yours!" That's what it says, but Zhang Fan can't really do that. After taking out his thesis, he doesn't drink tea anymore, waiting for Wu Lao's inquiry.

Xue (a) was dumbfounded as soon as Fei entered the door, let alone drink tea. Even if he was sitting on the sofa, he was sitting in danger and he was very straight.

"My god, this is Wu Lao. I saw Wu Lao. I am still sitting in Wu Lao's office. Wu Lao also smiled at me and greeted me!" Xue (a) Fei His eyes were as wide as a bull.

Wu Lao's status in the Chinese State Department of Surgery, so to speak, as long as he is from a regular medical school, it is estimated that he can become a fan of this.

The old man's life was to properly open a system that was stronger than Zhang Fan's. His dazzling medical achievements, Xue (a) Fei called before he was excited to meet. It was already a baby's determination.

"Oh, you're a coincidence, King of Cancer. I'll see if you have any real insights." The old man picked up the reading glasses and began to read the dissertation.

Essays are either accumulated well or worked hard and tirelessly verify the academic sparks.

And Zhang Fan, this is not a spark, but it also brings together some of the experiences from Zhang Fan's liver. It does not look particularly outstanding, but it is very practical.

Just like Zhang Fan, he doesn't have a gorgeous appearance, but it can rely on his own efforts to make his skills impressive.

The old man sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, and sometimes frowned, or took out a pen to write and draw on Zhang Fan's thesis.

Zhang Fan has no bottom, and he can't say it himself. From his own perspective, looking at many journals seems to be the same thing. In fact, I don't know how many years have been written over and over.

In this paper, he has real clinical data and some of his prospects. Zhang Fan, who worked so hard, has not yet completed the task of the surgical system. Therefore, in the matter of writing a paper, his system It is unreliable.

He also implemented some of his ideas during the operation. He originally thought that the system would not tell him the future direction of medical development. I could experiment by myself.

Unfortunately, his thoughts or prospects passed the first step, and the second step was also successful. When there were more steps, he didn't know what went wrong, and the system wouldn't tell him what was wrong.

This is a big deal. If you try it one by one, then don't do anything about Zhang Fan, and use it with the system in one day.

Therefore, sometimes, Zhang Fan got angry when he had no clue in the system, but the system insisted on the bottom line of the number of tasks.

However, Zhang Fan also wanted to understand that medical care was originally a matter of life and death, and how cautious it was.

"Dean, there is a meeting at the field hospital in the afternoon. Look ..." Su Yuan looked up at his wrist watch and reminded him gently.

"Oh, I almost forgot. In this way, Zhang Fan, put the thesis here for me first, I will help you change it, the thing is a bit, but the format, the wording is too rough, you will know that you have no intention at first glance."

The old man said with a smile. Zhang Fan heard that it was called Khan. The old man gave Zhang Fan face. Because Zhang Fan's dissertation had something, he gave it to the face. The old man was very strict.

Whereas Zhang Fan's thesis is a bit rough, to be honest, when he took a medical dissertation course, he didn't take it, and now he has figured it out according to the format of the journal.

"Wait for Xiaosu to take you to the specialist building of the hospital to find a room for you, and take a good rest.

Now that you've talked about the king of cancer, there will be an operation tomorrow. How about it? "

The old man looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, like an old cat fishing.

"Think, Master, thesis ..."

Mr. Wu waved his hand. "In China, there is a layer that can write a dissertation, but there are not many who dare to be the king of cancer, subsections, these are subsections.

I don't care about you at night, you young people move freely. "

"Good teacher. This is when I came to bring some snow lotus to honor you."

It is estimated that Zhang Fan was able to make a big gift in Wu Lao's office, and Wu Lao did not refuse.

The paper did not count any major mistakes, and Zhang Fan's heart was stable, that is, Master Shi. If you meet Master Zhang Fan today, it is estimated that you can talk about Zhang Fan.

This is the difference between Master and Master, not that Master is better at speaking.

On the contrary, Shi Bo is not good at speaking, but the research directions of the two are different. One is theoretical and the other is more clinical. Therefore, in terms of thesis, Zhang Fan still thinks Shi Bo is good at speaking.

"Oh, I'm interested, or the little disciple who closed the door." The old man cheerfully took the snow lotus sent by Zhang Fan to watch.

In fact, he is an old man in western medicine and knows a lot about Xuelian. Fans who turned it over and over exaggerated Fan: "I have my heart, I have my heart."

This is really like Zhang Fan. I really look at Zhang Fan's craftsmanship. Otherwise, the status of others and the rank of general level can be reduced by a snowdrop?

...

Su Yuan flew out of the administrative building with Zhang Fan and Xue (a) immersed in excitement.

"Zhang Yuan, the expert building is over there. What's your phone number? If you want to come to the Dean's office in the future, call me. I'll pick you up."

"Thank you, Director Su."

"No trouble, no trouble, what's the trouble?"

...

The room arranged by Su Yuan is probably the best room in the expert building, with two rooms and one living room, even with the study room. It is estimated that it is definitely not cheap to find such a room in a hotel in Modu.

After Su Yuan left, Zhang Fan began to rush people: "Okay, I'm packed, what should you do?"

He and Xue (a) Fei could still be regarded as their brothers at first, but Zhang Fan walked too fast, and the name of the brothers has not yet been implemented, and Zhang Fan has become higher and higher.

However, the relationship between the two is still good, and can be considered to have experienced a life-and-death relationship together, so Zhang Fan is not very polite.

"Don't, Zhang Yuan, you are unfamiliar with your life. I will accompany you. Such a large house is still Fang Dong's expert building, and you will let me stay for one night."

"Rolling, hurry, I still have something. I'm going to college to see my sister."

"Oh. Where am I going!" Xue (a) Fei had no luck and left very reluctantly.

(End of this chapter)