After getting off the elevator, several other elevators happened to be parked on the third floor. At the same time, someone came up with the fire escape, which was so messy and weird.

Pan Cheng had something to do in his mind, and he was wearing an isolation suit and frowned and didn't pay attention to who these people were, just thinking that they were the patients' families.

"Professor Pan, you came down with me." A man stepped forward and said hello.

Well?

Pan Cheng glanced at him and vaguely recognized him, but Pan Cheng just looked familiar but couldn't say his name.

"I am Dr. Sun from Wangkui People's Hospital. You are so kind of forgot about it. Last year I..."

The doctor reported to his house, but Pan Cheng was not interested in hearing a passerby talking, saying something or not. He turned around and followed the flat car into the ward.

"Director Sun, Professor Pan probably is in a bad mood, so don't show up."

"I know, I'm deliberately disgusted him."

“…What’s going on?”

"Last year I accepted a lung cancer patient. I had some tricks at home and went to Didu to find Pan Cheng for surgery. Do you know, that was the most disgusting operation I have ever had."

"Are you scolded?"

"It's not just being scolded, it's like a bloody spitting head, and you're throwing pliers to hit me." Director Sun said in a low voice. Although it's an old past, as long as you think about it, there is still a resentment on his face.

"I was scolded since I put the order in. I made one chest bag, three cut it, and five hours of surgery. After the operation, the room was filled with hemostatic forceps. Pan Cheng's temper was really bad, not just bad, not just bad, but very fucked!"

"The room full of hemostatic forceps..." The listener felt empathy and shivered.

"It's similar to today. I open my mouth and scold me, and I raise my hand and beat me. The little doctor under my hands couldn't bear it, so I turned around and stepped down. I can't do it, so I bit the bullet and got scolded on it." Director Sun recalled his past experiences as if he had walked from hell.

"Hahaha, Pan Cheng was defeated today, I don't know what he would think."

"The level is poor and the temper is very bad. Professor Chen from the Second Hospital of Medical University only did one of three surgeries, and he asked him to do it first. The gap is so big, and this level is really terrible."

"Yes, the level of the professor in the Imperial Capital is really uneven."

While chatting, many directors who came to observe the operation walked into the ward.

The ward, which was a few dozen people, was extremely narrow and had difficulty breathing.

Zhou Congwen helped lift the patient to the bed and saw the nurse installing an electrocardiogram monitor. He stood aside with his small flat head crossed.

The patient's vital signs were stable, the closed chest drainage bottle was smooth, the water column fluctuated well, and only a small amount of light red liquid was drawn out, and there were no bubbles.

It's very good. Chen Houkun probably is already full of joy now, Zhou Congwen thought.

The surgery can be done so beautifully and at a very fast speed, which is indeed a pleasure for a surgeon.

But when Zhou Congwen was about to turn around, he suddenly saw the head spreading from the patient's bedside to the outside, and his eyebrows frowned.

"You can have an X-ray machine on the head of the bed." Pan Cheng asked while standing beside the patient's bed.

"Yes." Yuan Qingyao lowered his head and replied in a very low voice.

When Zhou Congwen saw Yuan Qingyao's expression and posture, he knew that the child must have been scolded badly. He was able to cheer up and stay on the operating table to accompany Pan Cheng to perform the operation, which was considered a model of medical ethics.

"Pull it and give the patient a bedside X-ray." Pan Cheng said in a deep voice.

"But..." Yuan Qingyao whispered.

"Professor Pan asked you to go, you can go. Who taught me so much nonsense?" Zhang You scolded.

"Professor Pan, you just finished the operation, there is no need to bother the patient." Chen Houkun pulled Yuan Qingyao behind him and pushed him up.

"Trouble? I don't think it's possible for you to complete the surgery for three patients so quickly."

Pan Cheng was straightforward and directly denied Chen Houkun's work in person, with an extremely bad tone.

Chen Houkun was stunned for a moment, and his hands were trembling with anger. Just as he was about to refute, he suddenly heard Zhou Congwen's voice coming from behind him.

"You think it's impossible, it's because your level is too low."

The ward suddenly became quiet, inside and outside, directors from all over the country originally wanted to watch the fun, but it was too much...

As a professor in the imperial capital, Pan Cheng denied that the treatment in grassroots hospitals was a natural thing to everyone; however, his words were still warm, so he was retorted by a young doctor and stuffed them directly into his throat.

This is equivalent to Xiang, who had just been pulled out, sitting back directly, and Pan Cheng was blocked and rolled his eyes.

"..." Pan Cheng slowed down for a few seconds and looked back at Zhou Congwen, "My level is low? Can you say this? Who are you?"

"It's true. We have had three surgeries on this side. You just finished one. If I were to ask Olida for the surgery video, I would definitely go home and study it carefully. I would never have the face to say anything here."

Zhou Congwen said coldly, "And Pan Cheng, are you a doctor?"

Pan Cheng was obviously not used to this challenge of naming, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Your patient has just finished the operation and will have an X-ray on the bedside when there is no abnormality in the chest vial drainage? Is this the rule of your Panjiayuan? Can't use the stethoscope? You can eat the simplest visual touch listening?"

There was a dead silence around.

Some people originally thought that the young doctor had no idea who Pan Cheng was, so they dared to stand in front of Pan Cheng and talk nonsense.

But unexpectedly, people knew clearly that the Cancer Hospital of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is opposite Panjiayuan, and most of the circles use Panjiayuan as a subtitle.

He knows!

"You don't admit that your level is low. The operation time and video are there, so study hard. Go on stage and throw equipment and scold people. Who did you learn from? Your master, Teacher Yao, has such a good temper, how can you teach you such a good person?"

“…”

Everyone was silent.

This young doctor started to curse Pan Cheng's level, and scolded Pan Cheng's master all the way.

Teacher Yao Tianshun, how could he even know this?

If Zhou Congwen hadn't had his young and clean voice, everyone would have thought that Pan Cheng had offended a big boss and academician in cardiothoracic surgery, and was scolded by someone by name, even the teacher would not have been spared.

Pan Cheng blushed anxiously.

"If you can't withstand the pressure on the operating table, you can adjust it yourself. Your surgery is OK. The surgery that could be completed in 3 hours will be delayed until you finish it in 5 and a half hours. Why is it so slow that you don't have a slight pussy in your heart?"

Zhou Congwen held his hands behind his back, bent his waist, and looked at Pan Cheng coldly, as if he had returned to his previous life. An academician of the two academies and a top domestic savant of a professor in Pan Jiayuan, which is normal.

But because Zhou Congwen said it was too "normal", everyone could not accept it for a while.

Glasses fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!