After sending Director Hao away, Zhang You came to Zhou Congwen with his big teeth bared.

"Professor Xiao Zhou, there is no problem with the diagnosis." Zhang You asked with a little concern.

"It should not be. The medical history and imaging data prove that the patient is a typical hemoptysis caused by endometriosis." Zhou Congwen said, "But if it is 100%, it also requires a pathological diagnosis."

Zhang You sighed, "It's a pity that I can't go. I really want to see Lao Hao's face after the operation."

"I can't see it." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Pathology will not be released tomorrow at the earliest."

"You can freeze during the operation, Director Hao and I suggested it..." Zhang You said excitedly.

Zhou Congwen looked at Zhang You and smiled. Zhang You is really a little disturbed and you have to seize all the opportunities to show off, even if it has nothing to do with him.

Moreover, the more ugly the other party makes a fool of himself, the happier Zhang You will be. This mentality is different from Shen Lang's gossip mentality.

But it doesn't matter, Zhou Congwen doesn't care about this.

After the operation, Zhou Congwen took a bite of food and contacted Director Hao to rush to the First Hospital of Medical University.

The last time I came here, it was for the patient with the pentacle disease. It seemed that a long time had passed, and Academician Chu brought Lu Tiancheng back to the Demon City.

Lu Tiancheng and Zhou Congwen thought of the former superior doctor, the guy who would shake his hands when he was cut by PUA's sleeves, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Contact Director Hao, Zhou Congwen first looked at the patient and then sent him to the operating room.

The patient's family was a little confused. They didn't know why Director Hao had to wait for a young doctor to see him before he came on stage.

However, they are not clear about the specific medical procedures and do not have much doubt.

"Professor Zhou, I made an appointment for freezing during the operation. You were a little slower when you had the operation." Director Hao said to Zhou Congwen while changing his clothes.

His words were a little stiff, and it was indeed difficult to show a normal tone in front of others. How could the chief director speak so politely with a doctor from Baishui City?

"Oh, you can urge the pathology department." Zhou Congwen said, "The operation is very simple. It's done in more than ten minutes, and the rest is waiting for the pathology."

"If...if...if..."

"What if it is?" Zhou Congwen asked strangely.

Director Hao swallowed hard and said embarrassedly, "If it's not frozen... If it's not, can you ask Mr. Huang?"

"Oh." Zhou Congwen smiled, "If not, I don't care if I ask the boss."

"Okay!" Director Hao rubbed his hands.

Zhou Congwen looked at Director Hao and smiled slightly.

Diagnosis error? So a typical thing, all symptoms point to a disease and you will not be wrong.

When he entered the surgery room, Director Hao was about to brush his hands and go to the stage when his cell phone rang.

He glanced at it and said apologetically, "Doctor Zhou..., the phone number of Dean Lin."

"Go and pick it up, I'll open it first." Zhou Congwen said casually.

Director Hao hurriedly answered the phone, and Zhou Congwen brushed the orders of the hand shop and called the card.

"Little Doctor, what's your surname?" The nurse of the tour became interested when he saw Zhou Congwen's quick hand and footwork.

"Zhou." Zhou Congwendao.

"Doctor Zhou, you did a good job in the surgery." The nurse in the tour smiled, "Look at the location."

"Gun." Zhou Congwen stretched out his hand.

The instrument nurse was stunned. She didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Hey, aren't you waiting for Director Hao?"

Zhou Congwen naturally entered the flow state after undergoing surgery. He didn't realize this. He was slightly stunned and then smiled, "Stop the position first, this surgery will take a long time."

"Aren't wedge cutting? I heard that a wedge cutting operation in the next hospital takes ten minutes. Unlike Director Hao, you have to get off work after three or four operations a day. I'm scared that the chest department is too slow and it's a headache," said the nurse on the tour.

"The operation time is very short, but Director Hao has to wait for the intraoperative frozen." Zhou Congwen took the gun and went in. The position was just right, and then stopped. "So how long the operation will be over depends on the speed of the pathology and the speed of the intraoperative frozen."

"Oh, if we have surgery, it would be cured as soon as next door." The nurse of the tour took advantage of Director Hao's absence and said a long time ago, "It takes 3-5 hours for one operation, and the next door will have a maximum of one hour."

"I heard that the professor Zhou who was the chief surgeon was very young." When the instrument nurse said this, her eyes lit up. "Look at you, your surname is Zhou, and they are both surgeons. You are still studying now, and they are all college professors."

Zhou Congwen scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

"There is a disease called Paris syndrome. Have you heard of it?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"What disease is that?" The young nurse looked at Zhou Congwen in surprise.

"Did the Japanese get rich in the last century? Then there are more people going to Paris. How good is Paris promoted? The Romantic City. After going to the city, I found that there were countless shits, saying that it was the city of shit."

"Tsk, what nonsense, France is romantic!"

"It's not that good either. Many Japanese people come back from traveling to Paris and experience nausea, insomnia, convulsions, indescribable fear, inferiority, shame, paranoia for persecution, and even tendency to commit suicide. Later, after research by Japanese psychologists, they were named Paris Syndrome."

Zhou Congwen's words stunned both the young nurse and the anesthesiologist.

"Simply put, it looks beautiful."

"You are envious and jealous." The instrument nurse contemptuously said, "Do you know, Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou won 800 million by buying lottery tickets alone! What is Paris syndrome? I think you are envious and jealous."

Zhou Congwen was inexplicably sad.

It's only 100 million...how did it spread and turned into 800 million?

"I'm not envious," Zhou Congwen explained. "The group known as the highest prevalence is young Japanese women aged 20 to 30, especially those from wealthy families."

The little nurse glared at Zhou Congwen, and she felt that Zhou Congwen was in Yin and Yang herself.

"These people allegedly hope to work in fashion, tourism, media, etc. in Paris, or study abroad due to the influence of literature and film and television works. However, after applying for a working vacation visa, they soon returned home early due to suffering."

"It's not as good as I thought. There are XZs similar to it. Purification of the mind and other things are nonsense, it's called altitude sickness."

"Hey!" The young nurse looked at Zhou Congwen angrily, "I'm going to go to SZ this year, don't talk nonsense."

Zhou Congwen shrugged and narrowed his eyes.

If the young nurse was replaced by her side and her feet were not touching the ground every day, she would probably have complained early in the morning.

So, distance creates beauty, and this really exists.

"I'm back." Director Hao hurried back. He looked up and saw that the guns were all gone. He waited for him to come back and pulled the trigger to make a wedge cut, and was stunned.
Chapter completed!