Chapter 693： Turning Criticism

Chapter 693: Turning Criticism

The medical industry is a bit funny. The scandal can be spread all over the world from the north to the south instantly. For example, a doctoral tutor can give students a master's guide, and then regardless of the north and the south can become the topic of the medical circle.

And once they have made a contribution, for example, the Southern Medical Circle has made a remarkable contribution, the Northern Medical Circle tends to be temporarily deaf, and vice versa.

At that time, the two factions of Huijing from the North and South factions were still a specific factor. As a result, they were killed on the operating table. The only cooperative operation of the top North and South masters ended with the step down of the two ministers.

Therefore, when Zhang Fan exploded the south of the Great River, there was no movement in the north.

"Zhang, Teacher Zhang, did you go to that hospital?" After closing the abdomen, the doctor of the third assistant had his mouth dry. He had no intention of speaking about Dr. Zhang, and called out Teacher Zhang halfway.

"Oh, Chasu People's Hospital!"

"Oh!" The doctor was stunned, not surprised, but puzzled. "Teasu, what the hell, a foreign city? Translated name?" He asked embarrassedly.

He didn't know, but someone knew.

"Just? Chasu is the city on the western borderline? You ..."

"Oh, why? Have you been there?" Zhang Fan smiled and looked at the crowd watching.

"No, no, I haven't been there, but I have a classmate who will go there to support the branch this year!"

"Oh, are you? Remember my call, when your classmates are sure to go to the side, you must contact me to trouble you."

"No need, no need, hand work, no need to be so polite." The doctor was glad to get Zhang Fan's phone call.

Wu Lao looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, but the doctor who watched it had endless emotions: "Everyone is on the edge, at this level, it's almost like studying!"

"frontier!"

"He is from the frontier, oh my god!"

"It's incredible!"

The crowd was full of unbelieving eyes.

"How do you feel? You seem to have gained something?" Wu Lao asked Zhang Fan after he finished speaking.

"Uncle Shi, it's not a little bit, but it's huge. In one sentence, it is estimated that it saved me three or four years."

"Haha, just have a harvest." After that, the old man asked the Observation Team, "How much less time does this operation take than usual?"

"One hour!"

"So much!" The old man was surprised, he didn't expect it.

"In this way, Zhang Fan, you write another thesis on the pancreatic duct and jejunum side-to-side anastomosis, which will be completed in these days."

"Oh!" Although Zhang Fan agreed very happy, the embarrassed expression on his face was still obvious. He can do the surgery.

The paper, giving him a little more time, can also write it barely, but in a few days, he really can't do it.

Check the same, find the data, and even go to a foreign thesis website to check. To be honest, he could not write it in a few days when he was tied to a computer.

Looking at Zhang Fan's embarrassed face, the old man knew what the reason was, but others didn't know it.

"My God, Wu Lao personally checked him, he was not willing. Also, yes, if I had this great surgical technique, I would be so proud."

Wu Lao looked around. He knew Zhang Fan's difficulties, so he wanted to find someone to help Zhang Fan. He hadn't spoken yet, and the doctor who helped the surgeon jumped out immediately.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Zhang, I think I can beat this paper and look up the information."

"Okay, Chen Hao, you and Zhang Fan will do a good job with this thesis. You can help him more."

Wu Lao nodded, Wu Lao was telling the truth, and Chen Hao heard in his ears, and it was Wu Lao who gave him steps.

He couldn't move anymore. Which of his hearts moved, his throat was like a rusty door bolt, and he couldn't say anything.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" He nodded, tears in his eyes, a man who can dance with Wu Lao on the laurel of general surgery, does he need an ordinary doctor to help? Really, he felt that Wu Lao defended him so much that he had to write his thesis beautifully even if he didn't eat or drink.

"I'm going, why didn't I stand up earlier, the surgery was recorded, and the surgeon was there. How simple this dissertation is, this is the grade at hand, hey!"

Many doctors from the observation group can't wait to slap themselves, step by step.

"Mr. Wu, the dining car in the cafeteria is here, and they made you white fungus porridge."

"How many times have you said, don't get special."

"A bowl of porridge!"

The head nurse of the operating room stood at the door of the operating room and said softly to Wu Lao, but also nodded her head to Zhang Fan.

Don't look at the middle-aged female nurse's long and weak, you can take off your white coat and put on military uniforms, it is estimated that there are at least two bars.

The old man nodded and didn't say more, but gently pulled Zhang Fan's forearm when he walked, talking as he walked: "I want to be the same, I think about it, we need to consolidate and strive for the most active time of this brain Let ’s experience it and try to gain a little more. I will arrange different pancreas surgery tomorrow. "

"Ok!"

One operation between the two was like a half-life comrade in arms. Suddenly, what kind of super tacit understanding made Wu Lao very comfortable.

This is comfortable and very strong. If you describe it, it is like you eat an egg or a cooked egg, and it turns out to be choppy.

Imminent death, and suddenly someone will give you a soft and violent blunt shock in the abdomen, alas! When the eggs come out, the oxygen fills the airway instantly, and the refreshment of free breathing fills the brain.

Wu Lao had this feeling at this time. Master loneliness is not for pretense, it is really lonely.

The old man has been standing on the summit for too long and too long. He doesn't know how many years. The long absence in the operation was so vivid that he finally felt it again today.

The one who knows is not as good as the one who is worse than the one who is happy, so Wu Lao can't help but change Zhang Fan from appreciation to a licking calf for the younger generation.

He didn't feel it, nor did Zhang Fan feel it. However, it just feels so natural and commonplace, as if it was born to be the same.

Although the crowd following them could not hear what the old man said to Zhang Fan, this intimate move was too jealous.

To be honest, including the director of the pancreatic department, I can't wait to kick this fan out.

"This guy doesn't have the surname of his mother, right?"

"pull!"

Fang Dong's staff canteen is not comparable to the tea vegetarian canteen. The army's meals are so good. After a few hours of surgery, Zhang Fan looked at the rows of food in the canteen and drooled.

Eat, the dishes cooked in the big pot and the big stove, although they are a little more delicate than the small stove, have a kind of hearty taste in it.

Wu is old and has eaten again. He does n’t eat much, but Zhang Fan is different.

Two servings of braised pork, two chicken drumsticks, and sweet and sour fish are also needed. Well, there is also braised beef, soft beef potatoes stewed in a large pot, obediently!

The fan Zhang eats is called a fragrant, rain-like chopsticks, chewed like a crusher, and rubbed in the library! Library rub! It makes people look extraordinarily sweet. Wu Lao, who had no appetite, looked at the fragrant taste of Zhang Fan, and couldn't help serving a bowl of rice.

"Eh, this guy can really eat it!" Some young doctors sitting next to him looked at Zhang Fan's food, and they all stayed.

On the operating table, Zhang Fan surprised them unexpectedly, and in the cafeteria, let them see what is appetite.

"You can eat it if you can, because people are better than us. Hey, after meals, I have no appetite.

It seems that I still have to think of a way. Without a good amount of food, how can I have a good body to cook it. "

Another thinner doctor looked at Zhang Fan eating with emotion and envy.

People are so weird. If Zhang Fan was a doctor who came to study today, he looked on the operating table for a long time, and then returned to the cafeteria to eat like this, someone would definitely say that he was a rice bucket.

Now, everyone has an idea in mind, surgery technology may not be improved for a while, but can't you catch up with meals?

As a result, they really couldn't keep up. The surgery was better than even the meal. The director of the pancreatic department's face was particularly ugly.

"Hehe, it's good to be young. I was at your age and I could eat a pot of rice by myself!"

Wu Lao didn't know if it was bragging, or he was really short of oil and water. Looking at Zhang Fan, the old man drank Tremella soup and said with a smile.

"Well, my master also said that, among the brothers, your body is the best."

Zhang Fan didn't say that you are the most delicious.

"Haha, is it? A good body is capital. Look, your master is a few years younger than me. As a result, he withdrew from the clinic early. In weekdays, not only should he study more, but also exercise more.

Let me tell you, I play table tennis very well, and I have won the logistics department championship before. "The old man said proudly with a small bowl.

Zhang Fan looked at the old man, "Hehe!" He smiled, but thought so.

"Ping-pong? I still believe in a football, you can win the table tennis? I guess it is someone else who puts water!"

Eating and chatting, the old man looks more and more like Zhang Fan, he seems to see his shadow then.

"Slow down, chew slowly!"

Looking at the old man who couldn't help but the young doctors around him, it was really an envy.

"After you consolidate for a few more days, I'll contact your master and ask your master to come to Modu."

"Oh!"

...

"When your kid came to Modu, don't tell me! If it weren't for the circle of friends sent by others, I wouldn't know you've come to Modu." Zhang Fangang who had finished his meal returned to the expert building, and Modu Brother Shi's call came.

"Oh, my master, I'm going to come to you in the next few days. I wanted to surprise you!"

Zhang Fan said with a smile to the elder brother. The elder brother is much older and the older is farther away, but his age is the same. Therefore, in front of the elder brother, Zhang Fan is very open.

"Oh, you! Where are you now? I will let you pick you up. No one who comes to the house will come to the house. Master knew it and thought that my brother did not understand it."

The older brother turned and cursed Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan smiled and said, "No, brother, I'll take a taxi."

"Forget it, I'm not familiar, I'll let you pick you up."

At the entrance of Fangdong Hospital, Zhang Fan didn't wait long, and a commander stopped by Zhang Fan.

Then a very spirited young man came down. "You are Zhang Yuan, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, are you?"

"Oh, Hello, Zhang Yuan. I'm from XX Pharmaceuticals. Dean Wang knew that I was here, so he asked me to come and pick you up. Please get in the car, Zhang Yuan."

"Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)