"After many years later, a small bailiff came to me to consult a similar situation. I summarized a total of 29 cases at that time, and all of them were given to him." Huang Laodao.

"Who?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Everyone calls him Xiao Li, and his full name seems to be Li Dexiang." Huang Lao Youyou said, "I don't deal with that side much and I'm not very familiar with it."

“He only first reported X’s asphyxiation death in 1980, and there have been occasional reports of such cases in recent years.

Because X-suffocation patients often dress abnormally, the death scene is more special and can easily be mistaken for homicide or suicide. At the same time, legal disputes may also arise in terms of insurance and inheritance."

As he said that, Mr. Huang glared at Zhou Congwen.

"Boss, why are you glaring at me?" Zhou Congwen understood what his boss meant. It must be that Shen Lang had just heard about the hard drive. The next sentence must be a hooligan.

So Zhou Congwen immediately changed the topic and did not give his boss the opportunity to talk and instill the worldview.

"Boss, I cooperated well with the blunt separation during the operation today."

This topic was too stiff to change, so Director Han felt a little embarrassed. But Zhou Congwen didn't care and came to the locker room and respectfully handed his boss a white Ganoderma lucidum.

When Mr. Huang saw Bai Lingzhi, he took off his mask and smiled.

He did not rush to smoke, but instead put the cigarette across his nose and sniffed it hard.

"When I was young, I had surgery for three or four hours, and after I got off, I felt drunk when I smoked a cigarette."

"It's not a problem to do the operation quickly, it's a good thing." Zhou Congwen smiled and lit the cigarette for his boss, "Boss, the sword is not old. You have such a good technique when you separate bluntly. I almost didn't cooperate with it after two moves."

"It's harder to cooperate, you did a good job." Mr. Huang glanced at Zhou Congwen, but did not continue to "praise" him, but said to Shen Lang, "Shen Lang, tell me your experience."

"Old Huang, to be honest, I really don't have much experience." Shen Lang said the truth, "It's hard for me to use today's experience when I encounter it occasionally."

Director Han glanced at Shen Lang deeply. This guy was really telling the truth.

Mr. Huang tried his best to study. At this time, shouldn’t it be just flattering?

But Shen Lang was fine, and he told Mr. Huang that he hadn't learned anything.

"Haha." Old Huang was not upset, and held the cigarette happily and said with a smile, "If you can have any qualitative leap, you will see the ghost."

"Just by the way, let you see the situation." Zhou Congwen said, "Events need to be accumulated, there is no one but two. I ask you, are you on duty on the first day, and are you panicked?"

"Panied." Shen Lang said the truth, "A lot of things were experienced with the teacher. I began to think I was OK, but when I was on duty alone, I was a little confused."

"After all, is it responsible? No responsibility and responsibility are two different concepts." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"Well, I... can't deal with a patient's fever. I asked the nurse at the time what to do."

"Hahaha."

Zhou Congwen laughed.

Mr. Huang seemed to have not heard what Shen Lang said, and was smoking happily on his own.

"The nurse said that she would use it, so I'll use it. I'll give the doctor's advice." Shen Lang continued to recall, "It was not until a few classes that gradually got better."

"There is another embarrassing thing." Shen Lang didn't care much about his embarrassing thing, and he was as happy as if he was talking about gossip.

"When I was in the general surgery department during my internship, a patient came and the patient's family said it was small intestine ventilation."

"Dialect." Huang Lao saw that Zhou Congwen was stunned for a moment, and explained casually.

Zhou Congwen frowned. He had never heard of this dialect before.

"It is probably the dialect of the junction of Jilin Province and HLJ Province. They are used to calling small intestinal hernia ventilation." Huang Laodao.

"Yeah!" Shen Lang nodded vigorously, "I told the instructor to breathe in small intestine..."

"Didn't you check the body?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I checked it." Shen Lang replied, "But when I reported the condition with the instructor, I was always unsure. Unconsciously, according to the patient's family, she called hernia small intestine ventilation."

"It's good to have experience." Huang Laomei smoked the cigarette, and his fingers holding the cigarette did not appear to be a burnt color. After years of brushing his hands, no amount of e-liquid could be left.

"It's like this time, you touched the patient's intestines." Zhou Congwen instantly became his own boss and said earnestly, "Next time you have a thoracic surgery, when you go in the laparoscopy, the lungs are not shrunk at all, so you can only open your chest. After opening it, you can split it with your hands. No matter how you move, you will bleed with just a little touch. You can't pull it open without force. If you exhale force, you will be bleeding all the time, and you will feel uncomfortable."

"..." Shen Lang scratched his head when he thought of that situation. He felt really uncomfortable.

This is what I fear when the operation is more like. After opening it, it will bleed wherever it moves. The surgeon instantly has anger, so that the operating room is quiet and no one dares to drive.

"It's time to take four or five hours of surgery, it's all short." Zhou Congwen continued, "But you will definitely remember the relevant things after you get home. Today's feel will have some impression and confirm with the surgery that day."

"The two are at the beginning of the multiplier relationship. The more original accumulation is, the faster it grows."

"Want to be more talented? You are far from that time."

Not only Shen Lang, but also Director Han was stunned by Zhou Congwen's words. It turns out that Mr. Huang meant this!

Although Zhou Congwen didn't say it in detail, both of them understood Huang Lao's intentions.

Teaching students is really a job of wearing a stone. Director Han suddenly looked at Zhou Congwen.

Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou seemed to be really not wearing out the water droplets of the stone. He was like a monkey popping out of the crack of the stone.

Seeing Director Han looking at him, Zhou Congwen smiled and said, "Dr Han, you don't understand my talent even if you tell you."

“…”

Director Han was silenced.

"I won't talk about this." Huang Lao said, "Patients should look for a psychologist after the operation, and they must remember. If you don't have a better psychologist here, you can contact Deng Ming."

"Okay, boss." Zhou Congwen answered seriously.

"Old Huang, when the patient recovers, I will let him go to the imperial capital." Director Han said, "Our outstanding psychologists here... are still worse than the imperial capital. The patient's condition is quite special. He has had three surgeries. If he does it again, he is afraid he can't bear it. I understand."
Chapter completed!