v2 Chapter 1650： Take off!

Chapter 1650 Take off!

China, the capital.

Shao Hua probably got up before four o'clock in the morning. It was agreed yesterday that she was going to see the flag-raising, so Zhang Fan was rushed to the suite when she went to bed at night, and the two slept in separate beds after their first marriage.

But Zhang Fan is very supportive. Although the income can make life happy in the past few years, Shao Hua has not only spent time, it can almost be said that for Zhang Fan, Shao Hua resigned and even did not dare to make more friends.

The home is a place where reasoning cannot be made. Sometimes, the couple must have one person to sacrifice. Zhang Fan knew very well in his heart that without Shao Hua's peace of mind, let alone other people, even if he married Princess Jia, it would probably make Zhang Fan big.

Therefore, at home, Zhang Fan has never had the right to speak, nor is he willing to have the right to speak.

Shao Hua was sneaking like a thief, and was afraid of disturbing Zhang Fan. When he went out, Wang Hong was already waiting at the entrance of the hotel.

The two made an appointment to watch the flag raising today. Wang Hong was enlightened. When she got Ouyang's approval, she suddenly became more cheerful.

"Huazi, hurry up. I've already asked, there are so many people." He took Shao Hua's arm briskly, as if he was a very good friend.

In the early morning, Lao Chen knocked on Zhang Fan's door, "Zhang Yuan, let me accompany you to dinner!" Yesterday, Wang Hong reported to him and asked Lao Chen to find a car. If in the past, Wang Hong felt that he had the ability, he would find a car, but now this guy has become smarter.

The breakfast was very simple. Zhang Fan would never drink milk or steamed buns as if he had an operation that day. Many doctors are particular about it, this is not about being poor, let alone being blind.

Side dishes and steamed buns, but Lao Chen asked for a bowl of bean juice himself. Zhang Fan was most affected by Ouyang in his workplace temperament, and Lao Gao in his professional ethics. Zhang Fan felt that he was influenced by Lao Chen.

In the past, I was not picky at all, but in the past few years, Lao Chen has started to be picky.

However, Zhang Fan still felt that he was not old enough to drink Nima bean juice.

…

At the entrance of the administration building of Zhongyong Hospital, six old men and Zhang Fan walked slowly towards the health boss and the director of Zhongyong.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome. Mr. Wu, Mr. Lu..." One by one, the health boss bent his waist slightly and shook hands one by one. The expression on his face was very affectionate, but it was hard to say whether he was cursing or not.

When it was Zhang Fan's turn, the health boss didn't say a word to Zhang Fan, not even a word of welcome, he just squeezed his hand and quickly let go.

The health boss thought to himself, "Nima, I don't dare to provoke the old, and I don't dare to shame you?"

Zhang Fan didn't mind at all, and even had a feeling of joy, come Nima, bully Lao Tzu, and have the ability to say a few words to me!

Under the flash, a group of old people embraced each other.

"You're old, look at you, your waist is hunched over. If it weren't for this time, maybe we wouldn't be able to see each other."

"Look at you, you have to be helped now, think about it carefully, it's like yesterday that we stayed in Tangshan for a few nights without sleeping. You have cultivated a good apprentice.

I heard that the gallbladder cancer was a doctor from our country, and it was reformed by your ancestral disciples. I told my wife, I want to see this doctor. Unexpectedly, you came with your apprentice today. "

The relationship in the early years was not quite like the relationship in the future. Maybe the friendship back then was very simple. They all suffered together and struggled together. There is no chassis and no resources to compete for. Even if you have the right to speak, maybe it will only come later.

A group of old men got together, making Zhang Fan feel what it means to cherish each other.

"Take a photo of us, it's not easy to get together, maybe this will be the last time."

The moderate old director said softly to the reporter who was holding the camera.

"Okay, okay!"

Twelve old men tremblingly lined up to take pictures in front of the Moderate Pedestrian Building. A few moderate logistics staff quickly took out their chairs.

"Old Wu, you want to sit in the middle..."

"Brother, you are older than me, you sit in the middle..."

Humble, Chinese culture, especially Chinese medical culture, is reflected in this group of people.

At this time, even the medical boss didn't dare to come over, because they were the peaks of the general public in Huaguo, and although they were old, they were still peaks.

"Hey, boy, come here, come here, sit among us!"

"Me!" Although Zhang Fan's face was dark, he was still ashamed. He put his hands together, let alone sitting in the middle here, even if he stood in the back as his back, Zhang Fan felt that he was not qualified.

Where did you go? The old people here fought against hepatitis A, drew the liver map in Asia, created the largest liver disease laboratory in Asia, and improved the teaching of Huaguo Medical.

And he did something.

"Don't lift him up, he's not qualified to..."

"Hehe, we are a group of old men who are taking pictures, and they are very moody. Come on, if you don't mind, can you squat in front of us?"

Zhang Fan looked at his master, the old man Lu nodded lightly, Zhang Fan swiftly strode over, and was pulled by the moderate old director and squatted in the middle of them.

When Zhang Fan squatted down, let alone Zhao Jingjin, even the moderate dean was envious. Really, if it wasn't for being a little older and afraid of being embarrassed, he would have said something, and I would also like to squat in front of you.

The director of general foreign affairs, who is moderate and digital, has his chest out, and he even stands out of the mountain, but unfortunately the old men are not talking.

Looking at Zhang Fan who was squatting, the moderate general director of foreign affairs had his teeth broken.

Click! click! click!

Under the flash, a group of white-haired old people and a young man with a bright smile, like a sunflower, faced the sun and the rising sun, leaving a legendary photo of the general public.

"Hurry up, hurry up with the draft, hurry up and send it out, it's precious, it's too precious."

When Zhang Fan entered the operating room, the photo was released.

Not only is it on the top, but the beginning is: sixty-four spring and autumn, the reincarnation of a six-year-old, Huaguo Medical Group adhered to the original intention and forged ahead. The heroes of the year are still silver-haired and straight. The spine is still slightly curved, but by their side, There is a new generation of successors rising by their side.

Just like the blood of the country, it is passed down from generation to generation, just like the new leaves of Fanglin urge the old leaves, and the waves of the water make the waves of the future, they are obvious of the times.

A photo is covered on Yangma's scarf, on Qingtuan's scarf, and even on Zhongyong's official website.

For a time, ordinary people from the north and south of the river looked at the photos and looked at the people in the photos.

"Students, our Zhang Yuan has become a golden body today!"

In Zhang Fan's classmates' WeChat group, Nayun's fat man posted photos and screenshots while sending red envelopes like raindrops.

"Zhang Yuan, come on!"

"Huaguo's future head of Puwai! Nyima look, the earliest group of academicians from Huaguo, North and South Puwai, personally set the background for Zhang Yuan! What a big card!"

And Zhang Fan's phone, like a vibrator, kept vibrating in Wang Hong's hand.

All were congratulatory messages, "Zhang Yuan, you are awesome!" This is a classmate.

"Zhangyuan, congratulations, I hope you will make persistent efforts, our company will always support you!" This is a medical company.

"Little Junior Brother, you come down, I'm going to squat, it's too jealous." This is Senior Brother.

"Aren't you an orthopedic student? What are you doing in the general school? If you don't have any prospects, you know that you are old and you have the ability to conquer the world!" This is the director of Shuitanzi.

"Very good, seize the opportunity, the hospital's general surgery must take this opportunity to develop." This is Ouyang.

But Shao Hua's cell phone also rang, "Where have you been? Why is there no one at your house today? Zhang Heizi is wearing a scarf again at your house. You can even take pictures with a group of old men on the top!"

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In the education hall of the mean, Zhang Fan began to make a summary of this tour.

Dry data, boring cases, Zhang Fan explained the advantages and disadvantages of improved surgery one by one.

This time, no one questioned, this time no one said no.

The general outside world of the capital, and even doctors from as far away as Beihe, Jinhe, and Xishan Sanchuan came.

Because Zhang Fan didn't choose these provinces for this tour, but if this kind of surgery hadn't been followed by the reformer's last surgery, it would have taken him to master it.

Rows of doctors quietly listened to Zhang Fan's elaboration. Slides and exploded diagrams of operations were constantly flipping through the hall.

In the afternoon, the first operation of the last stop of the circuit operation began. Because of the obvious effect of circuit surgery, this time, the capital brought together gallbladder cancer patients from all over the world.

Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to being selected. But it's okay if you don't get the draw, because Chasu Hospital has set up a gallbladder cancer treatment center.

In the operating room, "I'll disinfect you!" Old Man Lu also put on a surgical gown. When he put down the scalpel, he never put on his shirt again.

My youngest disciple left today, the old man was wearing an unfamiliar surgical gown and looked at his student with a smile.

"Master..." Zhang Fan felt a little uncomfortable, and his throat was a little sore.

"There is still a long way to go in the future. I hope you can maintain a cautious and compassionate heart as you did in the past, and go farther and farther on this road. Master can't help you. Today is the last time to push you. Let’s run, let’s run ahead, with our ideals, with our expectations, let’s run ahead!”

The old man smiled, holding the oval forceps, holding the iodophor cotton ball, and gently drawing golden vertical lines on the patient's abdomen, like strips of runways, like the take-off runway built for Zhang Fan Same.

This is the inheritance of the fire!