"Don't joke."

"Really." Zhou Congwen said, "In the 18th century, some Europeans were proud of having tuberculosis. In order to get tuberculosis, they did not eat in winter and wore less clothes, just to get tuberculosis in order to get hungry and freezing."

“!!!”

"But the above method can only catch a cold and pneumonia, which is still far from tuberculosis. So they even deliberately contacted patients with tuberculosis in order to get sick."

"Really? Are they sick?" the young nurse looked admiring.

She was already fainted by Zhou Congwen's few words.

"Of course it's true, Dickens, you know..." Zhou Congwen asked, "It's the one who wrote the Orphan of the Mist and the Twin Cities."

The young nurse was a little confused, but she was embarrassed to say that she didn't know, so she nodded as if she knew.

"The deaths caused by tuberculosis are even described by Dickens as respectable."

"Well……"

"White and thin, who knows when this aesthetic will emerge?" Zhou Congwen shrugged.

"What are these three views?" the anesthesiologist was puzzled.

"Syphilis began to become a popular infectious disease after tuberculosis." Zhou Congwen started gossiping and quoted classics. "The French writer Maupassant has been committed to multi-person sports for a long time, and when he found that he finally succeeded in syphilis, he was ecstatic."

“!!!”

“!!!”

Director Hao smiled helplessly.

He probably knows something about syphilis, but if he says it clearly like Zhou Congwen, he can't do it.

"After Maupassant had syphilis, he was excited to write to his friend - you would never guess the strange discovery my doctor had just discovered on me, acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne! acne

"Are they sick?"

So the discussion on syphilis began again in the operating room.

Zhou Congwen began to describe the "artistic temperament" and "attractiveness" of syphilis, bringing the topic out of the blue.

Listening to Zhou Congwen’s nonsense, Director Hao’s heart was ups and downs.

His mind has been on the patient, uneasy, thinking about what to do if it is not the so-called endometriosis.

However, Zhou Congwen was extremely relaxed, and the car was fast but he always felt that he was not full of pornographic jokes.

No wonder the Second Hospital of Medical University said that Professor Zhou was an old hooligan, and the rumors were sometimes quite accurate.

15 minutes later, the phone rang and the circuit nurse ran out to pick up the landline.

Soon, the roar of a circuit nurse came from outside, "Director Hao, it is very likely that the frozen diagnosis is the endometrium!"

The voice was rough and echoed. Everyone in the operating room was full of hallways heard it and was stunned. Director Hao, a thoracic director, has even had sex with the uterus.

After hearing the roar of the nurse on the tour, Director Hao's hands and feet became weak and he almost sat on the ground.

Zhou Congwen's diagnosis is correct!

It's indeed endometriosis.

Director Hao wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

After thinking for a while, Director Hao was about to open his mouth, but saw Zhou Congwen turning around and stepping down.

"If this is the case, I will leave." Zhou Congwen said.

"..." Director Hao looked at the empty operating table and was stunned.

Generally, this situation is only done by oneself, which is the privilege of the director. And the current situation...

Director Hao was speechless.

But Zhou Congwen, a man with high legs and long steps, walked out of the operating room without any nostalgia. Director Hao was stunned and saw that Zhou Congwen was about to disappear.

He hurriedly chased after him.

"Xiao Zhou!"

"Hmm?" Zhou Congwen turned around and looked at Director Hao in confusion, "The surgery... can't be done?"

Director Hao almost choked to death by Zhou Congwen's words.

Especially the inexplicable surprise that Zhou Congwen's eyes made Director Hao feel ashamed.

"Really?" Zhou Congwen was stunned when he saw Director Hao's expression of surprise.

"Nothing can be done, I can do it." Director Hao waved his hands repeatedly. He walked out of the art room and saw that there was no one around, lowered his voice and said, "Professor Zhou, thank you."

"You're welcome, hurry up and shut your chest." Zhou Congwen smiled, "I'm back."

After saying that, he shook hands with Director Hao and walked away.

Director Hao was in a very complicated mood and watched Zhou Congwen leave.

He returned to the surgery room in a daze, and the nurse asked the tour guide, "Director Hao, your academic doctor has a very bad temper. I have never seen someone like him who is studying. Why did he throw the director on the stage and leave by himself?"

Director Hao was speechless.

The anesthesiologist glanced at Director Hao deeply and asked, "Director Hao, is that one from the next hospital?"

“!!!”

Director Hao cursed in his heart, but he still didn't say anything.

The instrument nurse was young and full of hormones. She was already blinded by the head and didn't notice the meaning of the anesthesiologist's words.

She wondered, "What hospital next door? Isn't it our training doctor?"

Director Hao felt a little depressed when he swiped his hands again.

What did Zhou Congwen say? It seems that there is no.

But after he came, he solved a headache for him... No, not one but two.

After solving two problems that caused me to have a headache, I turned around and left. The anesthesiologist had already guessed his true identity.

After returning from brushing his hands, Director Hao heard the anesthesiologist and the instrument nurse say, "Don't worry, I guess he is Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou from the next hospital."

"Impossible, Director Hao said... Director Hao, he is the doctor under your command who is studying, right?" asked the instrument nurse.

Director Hao silently brushed his hands and disinfected them. This surgery was done, and all the time was wasted on brushing his hands.

When the anesthesiologist saw Director Hao’s appearance, he guessed a little. He knew the grudge between his hospital and the next hospital, and did not expose it.

But the equipment nurse disagreed and asked repeatedly, which made Director Hao feel irritated.

This girl is simply ignorant, why do you keep asking these things?

...

Zhou Congwen didn't know Director Hao's troubles, so he went to change his clothes and sat in the locker room without any rush. He ordered a white Ganoderma lucidum first.

Endometriosis is not difficult for those who are experienced, and those who are difficult will not. As long as you have seen it once, you will not miss the diagnosis in the future.

As for whether Director Hao can learn it, Zhou Congwen probably knows it.

It was just a rare disease, and Zhou Congwen didn't care much. He smoked silently, thinking about the surgery for the aortic valve and mitral valve.

For this type of surgery, Zhou Congwen is not ruthless in his heart and ancestral grave. Whether at home or abroad, it is now believed that circulatory intervention can only be done with coronary arteries, and there are also large areas of private areas in the heart and ancestral grave.

Since this is the case, let the people in their hearts know the consequences of not being enterprising.

Zhou Congwen was thinking about the operation with a cigarette in his mouth. The door of the locker room opened and a man hurried in.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhou Congwen, and then hesitated for a few seconds before a smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!