Chu Yuntian seemed to have suffered a serious illness. He did not return to Mayo Clinic directly, but lay in the hotel bed, without eating all day, and not even taking a sip of water.

The operation was defeated by Zhou Congwen, and Chu Yuntian could accept it.

In the more than a year since he was in contact with Zhou Congwen, how strong he was? Chu Yuntian, who considered himself Zhou Congwen's lifelong enemy, was clear.

What's more, Mr. Huang is also an assistant to Zhou Congwen this time.

fail,

Not embarrassing.

But the words that Mr. Huang said were echoing in Chu Yuntian's ears.

If someone else told Chu Yuntian what Hippocratic oath, he would definitely think that the man was sick and that he was not very sick.

However, the scenes that happened at the annual meeting made Chu Yuntian realize what original intention he had forgotten before.

Compared with the old Huang Lao, he seems to be an old man, rigid and old; while Huang Lao is like a teenager, full of idealism and full of passion.

Unbelievable techniques, sharp accusations against manufacturers, countless cases, and the mission of a doctor, these thoughts are hovering and flying in Chu Yuntian's mind.

It was not until the next afternoon that Chu Yuntian barely got up from the bed.

Chu Yuntian didn't feel thirsty, but his consciousness told him that he had to maintain normal physiological needs, so he picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water.

After getting up and moving for a while, he picked up his cell phone and called his father.

"Dad." Chu Yuntian's voice was a little hoarse.

Academician Chu, opposite the phone, was stunned for a moment. Someone set off firecrackers, and the crackling sound stopped for a long time.

"Yuntian, what's wrong with you?" Academician Chu asked with some anxiety, "Are you sick?"

Chu Yuntian briefly explained what happened at the annual meeting and the competition.

But he didn't notice that when he talked about Mr. Huang, his tone became louder.

He noticed that his father did not ask about the competition, and Chu Yuntian vaguely guessed that his father was not optimistic about the competition he participated in. After all, Zhou Congwen was present in this year's World Cardiac Thoracic Surgery World Competition.

"That's right." Academician Chu pondered.

"Dad, do you think I'm too utilitarian? Will I be too naive if I think so?" Chu Yuntian asked in a hoarse voice.

The communication between father and son was very jumping, but Academician Chu knew what Chu Yuntian meant to be naive.

Mr. Huang is a standard idealist and emphasizes grand narrative.

Especially with a hybrid surgery that shocked the academic community, Chu Yuntian should be shocked by public criticizing the FDA's 501K process and bringing out the Hippocratic oath that all doctors had to learn in the first lesson to endorse it. Chu Yuntian should be shocked.

He wanted to be an idealist, but he subconsciously felt naive.

Academician Chu smiled and said, "Yuntian, do you know the distance between ideals and childishness?"

"Ah?" Chu Yuntian felt that his brain was not enough and was stunned.

"Ideals without strength are called childishness. After all, people need to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep. Those who do medical care cannot do without shit, urine, and farts. No matter how powerful the people are, they cannot do without them."

"Maslow's several layers of needs can actually perfectly interpret your questions."

Chu Yuntian recalled Maslow's needs in a daze.

"Simply put, the difference between ideal and childishness is the word awesome." Academician Chu spoke very relaxed with his son. He said with a smile, "Old Huang has accumulated over the years and is the top presence, and it is enough to be the adjective of awesomeness, so he cannot be said to be awesome."

"What about me?"

"You can be said to be an awesome among your peers. How many people envy you?" Academician Chu said to the truth, "Before Zhou Congwen appeared, you could be said to be the most powerful young generation in cardiothoracic surgery and a leading figure."

"But now there is Zhou Congwen." Chu Yuntian said in a stern voice.

"There is no first in literature." Academician Chu said, "The success of the operation is the key, and it doesn't matter whether it is the first or not. This year's surgery was studied by Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen together, and it was not Zhou Congwen's own contribution."

"Hahaha." Chu Yuntian heard his father's intention to protect him. He felt a little better and laughed, "Dad, you've said this a little too much."

"Tell the truth." Academician Chu said seriously, "Didn't Lu Tiancheng come to me? Recently, I have learned a lot about Zhou Congwen's past."

"oh?"

"I haven't met Mr. Huang, Zhou Congwen's main energy is spent on the competition with the old director." Academician Chu sighed, "Yuntian, do you think this is a waste of things? What is the director of the cardiothoracic surgery department of Jianghai Third Hospital?"

"That's called waste of resources." Chu Yuntian corrected.

"Same." Academician Chu said, "Lu Tiancheng said that once Zhou Congwen's old director drank wine and couldn't go to the stage when he encountered an emergency room. Zhou Congwen did the surgery himself. But after the exam, he didn't close his chest and waited for Lu Tiancheng to take a look."

"The level is not enough, right?" Chu Yuntian asked tentatively.

He doesn't know much about domestic medical rules and has vaguely speculation.

"It's because of the lack of level, it's also because of caution." Academician Chu said, "Without Mr. Huang, no matter how awesome Zhou Congwen is, he has to stay in Jianghai City. At least he needs a chance to learn and be appreciated by the boss."

"Dad, what you said is wrong." Chu Yuntian retorted, "The summer before yesterday, you wanted to accept Zhou Congwen as a student at the Second Hospital of Medical University, but they refused without hesitation."

"..." Academician Chu was slapped in the face by his son and had nothing to say.

Although he was comforting his son, even if he was talking nonsense without any theoretical basis, Academician Chu's old face still turned red.

"Dad, you changed the topic." Chu Yuntian smiled and said, "Are you saying Mr. Huang right?"

"Yes." Academician Chu said, "but it is not right. There is no absolute right or wrong in everything, and you must look at it dialectically. For you, your goal is to become the world's top cardiothoracic surgeon, which is just an ideal."

"Ideal" Chu Yuntian pondered.

"I'll ask you, why did Mr. Huang challenge the manufacturer before?" Academician Chu asked a sharp question.

Chu Yuntian was confused and had no idea what his father was talking about.

"I've heard a story," said Academician Chu, "A long time ago, when Mr. Huang was still young, he obtained a very popular international equipment through certain channels, called optical equipment, which treats cancer."

"What is that?" Chu Yuntian was stunned.

"It is a popular device in Europe and the United States in the 1950s, and it has been popular for many years." Academician Chu said, "It is said that Mr. Huang and Mr. Huang studied it for a long time and threw the device aside, saying that this thing is a scam and there is no light at all."
Chapter completed!