"Shen Lang, are you writing a novel?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

He knew that Shen Lang had this hobby and was willing to write something when he had nothing to do, but he didn't seem to write anything out in his memory.

Shen Lang was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and stuffed the manuscript paper into the drawer as fast as possible. If he had this kind of hand speed during surgery, Zhou Congwen would definitely be Shen Lang who could become a famous doctor.

"Let me see?" Zhou Congwen walked into the office, "Don't you cherish it yourself? Isn't it just for me to write it out online for people to see. I'll take a look in advance and give you suggestions."

"Don't..." Shen Lang seemed to be a student who was caught by a teacher and read martial arts novels in class, with a timid look on his face, "I just wrote nonsense. Besides, I won't send it to the Internet. I will just mail it to the editorial agency."

Hahaha, Zhou Congwen laughed in his heart. It seems that the Internet era has just arrived, and Shen Lang has not turned around yet. Editorial agency, most of them have lived well in a few years.

"What era is now? Use a computer."

"I can't afford a laptop, so I write an outline and go home to write on a computer when I get off work."

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

"It is said that Zichuan has published physical books. I can support myself by writing books. I am just a hobby, hobby."

Shen Lang refused to let Zhou Congwen see it and explained embarrassedly.

"By the way, do you still have the intention to write novels when you get home? I am very tired every day and fall asleep when I get home." Zhou Congwen asked.

"I can't see hope and feel depressed. I can only be happier when writing novels." 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.

I usually say I was asked to have surgery, but at most I would have skin. When I walked down to the muscle layer, he wouldn't let me do it."

Zhou Congwen knew about this and nodded.

"I fed Wang Qiang for two years of surgery, but the result was very good. By the way, I heard that Wang Qiang is going to the anorectal department."

Anorectal and thoracic surgery are together, and they belong to a department that is too small to be smaller, with fewer beds than thoracic surgery.

Zhou Congwen remembers it very clearly that Wang Qiang went to the anorectal department after the further study incident in his previous life, but later he did not get the help of his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Although he got married, he was a young doctor all his life.

If you want to talk about this person, there is no place to think about it. Who knows which cloud has rain?

After more than ten or twenty years, when I opened the rankings of rich people, I saw that most of the rich people who claimed to start from scratch actually relied on the energy of their father-in-law. Although they could not deny their own abilities, they were one light-year away from their self-proclaimed starting from scratch.

Wang Qiang was not so lucky. Maybe his father-in-law didn't like him at all, for fear that he would show mercy everywhere once he gained power.

If this is the case, it would be better to be a cowardly doctor. Who would let his girl not marry him?

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

"I heard about it too." Zhou Congwen glanced at the drawer and said lightly.

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

"Director Wang has been in vain for two years of surgery, but now none of us can do anything. How can I not be depressed? I am a little better than you, and I am not much better."

"It's so embarrassing to be a surgeon who can't do surgery."

"I see that Wang Qiang has left, Director Wang doesn't give up any surgery. A few days ago, he did it from beginning to end, and didn't even give him a chance to stitch the needle."

Zhou Congwen nodded again, Shen Lang's trouble was also his trouble back then.

It is different from the hospitals in the Imperial Capital and the hospitals in the Demon Capital. There are so many jobs that cannot be done. As long as you have the heart to learn, there will definitely be countless opportunities.

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

The ceiling of Jianghai Third Hospital is open to chest, and the ceiling of Imperial Capital Hospital may be in sleeve cutting, total lung resection or even lung transplantation, which is completely incomparable.

"I don't dare to think about the future now." Shen Lang didn't know what Zhou Congwen was thinking, and sighed deeply and continued, "I used to think that being a doctor was a good job, and the older I got, the more popular it became.

But in the past two years, I can’t understand why a doctor who knows nothing is becoming more and more popular. Do you fall in love with my face?”

"You can study further." Zhou Congwen comforted.

"I went to study for half a year and a year of surgery, but I forgot all of them when I came back for a few years." Shen Lang said helplessly.

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

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

"Retirement..." Shen Lang sighed deeply, "Is it useful? Director Wang at least has the time to have surgery and have nausea. For example, if you go up, you have to do the surgery every day without letting go? You can't even do enough by yourself, so it's not my turn."

Zhou Congwen smiled.

"Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely have to do every one carefully. Forget it, I won't be the director anymore, and I'll never be the director. I guess Director Wang should be a person from the People's Hospital after retirement. Then... he will be an assistant."

"Hey, show me your novel."

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

"Didn't you write books to make people read?"

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

Zhou Congwen took his own small flat head, and it was difficult for him to empathize with Shen Lang.

"You go home quickly, you're not tired."

"Can the patient see it clearly?"

"I've been squatting in the custody room for a day, and the patient is also very cooperative. The airway pressure is not high, so it should be better a little bit. No big deal." Shen Lang knew in his mind, "I've finished the review tomorrow morning, don't worry. If there is anything, 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.

"Go away!"

"Have a good dream tonight!"

"I can have a good dream if you don't ask me to have surgery."

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

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

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

He was not afraid of surgery, but he was particularly afraid that he would hear his cell phone ringing when he was sleeping in the middle of the night.

So in the last life, Zhou Congwen was allergic to mobile phone ringtones. He changed countless music and still didn't get better. He could only leave the mobile phone to his most proud students.

If you say too much, you will be tears. Zhou Congwen slowly returned home.

Today is June 21, with two knockout matches, and one of England and Brazil in the afternoon has been missed.

Another one is the United States vs. Germany.

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

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