"..." Wang Chengfa was walking away. After hearing Zhou Congwen's words, he paused, and as if he had been hit by a fixed body, his foot was standing in the air.

"What nonsense? You know nothing about surgery." Wang Qiang scolded contemptuously, "Prepare to close your chest, Zhou Congwen, I'll tell you this is what the master said!"

"I just say something casually, go back and put it into the medical record. Otherwise, if something really happens, I am a bed manager and there will always be joint and several liability." Zhou Congwenman said indifferently.

"..." Wang Chengfa's heart began to beat wildly.

"Be a doctor, especially a surgeon, one foot inside and one foot outside the door. I remember Director Wang said that you should write the medical records well and not let people find faults. This is also a kind of protection for yourself."

Zhou Congwen took out his hand, and the forearm of the sterile gloves and surgical gown were covered with blood.

Wang Chengfa hesitated again and again. His heart was shaken by Zhou Congwen's words. He wanted to leave but was worried. After all, he really didn't investigate the mediastinum position just now.

If you really want to be like the sheep Zhou Congwen said, what should you do if there is a problem with the mediastinum?

"Close your chest." Wang Qiang said very directly.

"Wait a minute." Wang Chengfa turned around and looked at Zhou Congwen's back, "Zhou Congwen, if you talk nonsense, you will go to the medical department to report tomorrow."

Zhou Congwen's eyes smiled like crescent moons.

Wang Chengfa brushed his hands back onto the stage, and the atmosphere in the operating room was frozen as Wang Chengfa saw that there was really a 2cm wound on the mediastinum.

Although he was helpless, Wang Chengfa still chose to remain silent and continue to explore. In a vague manner, the slap in the operating room was loud and snapping.

The anesthesiologist was also stunned. He had the best perspective and almost violated the principle of sterility and extended his head to the surgery area to look carefully.

Really!

Director Wang really missed a hole.

The weapon that hurt people seemed to be a 50-meter-long sword that went in from the patient's right chest, penetrated the mediastinum, and entered the left chest.

What a fuck, the more Wang Chengfa performed the surgery, his face became darker.

Who would have thought that the blade would penetrate the mediastinum, and even the outer membrane of the thoracic aorta left a trace, and almost did not release a fountain.

Who would have thought that the right chest was stabbed and the left chest was also affected!

Who would have thought...

If no one expected it, it would be fine, but the key is that someone thought it!

Looking back at what Zhou Congwen had just threatened him, Wang Chengfa's surgery was extremely awkward.

The facts proved that Zhou Congwen was right, but the more correct he said, the more disgusting Wang Chengfa became.

Even though Zhou Congwen eliminated a medical accident from the root, Wang Chengfa still saw that Zhou Congwen was becoming more and more disliked, even if Zhou Congwen was just standing by his side as an assistant.

One chest opening operation turns into two, and the right chest opening is opened.

Unexpectedly, the patient's left chest injury became more serious, with three blades, not the kind that penetrated the injury.

"I'll go..." The anesthesiologist saw clearly the upper lobe of the left lung, and there were three wounds in the lower lobe. He said in surprise, "Isn't it a stabbing on the right side? How come there are three holes in the left lung?"

"I don't know." Zhou Congwen looked at Wang Chengfa's wound on his lungs and chatted with the anesthesiologist, "Maybe the other party is a martial arts master? The blade shook or something."

"Don't talk nonsense, I really can't understand it. It's strange." The anesthesiologist seemed to have forgotten the previous dispute between Zhou Congwen and Wang Chengfa. He looked at the operation carefully and confirmed that there were three wounds in the upper and lower leaves of the left lung. He began to think hard.

But no matter how I think about it, I can't explain the situation in front of me.

"Zhou Congwen, is the one who hurts people really a martial arts world..."

"Where is the surgery, what are you talking about?" Wang Cheng shouted in a muffled voice.

He was not happy, so he found an excuse and started scolding.

“…”

The anesthesiologist shut up immediately.

He knew very well that Wang Chengfa's operational mistake was caught by Zhou Congwen in person... He must have entered a violent state.

Don’t get into trouble. As for what to do after you go back... the anesthesiologist glanced at Zhou Congwen’s calm face, then lowered his head and pretended to be busy writing an anesthesia record sheet.

Zhou Congwen is still too young and doesn't know how to respect the old director at all.

It's not right. You can't see wounds in the medial space. You just step down in order to respect the old director. This is a matter of life.

However, after he returned, he suffered a lot. Based on the anesthesiologist's understanding of Wang Chengfa, he was afraid that Zhou Congwen would be driven away in cardiothoracic surgery shortly after he did.

What a pity, this young man is usually gentle and kind, but who made him encounter today's unlucky things? No matter how you do such things, it's a mistake. Zhou Congwen's child is really unlucky.

The anesthesiologist pretended to write the materials while thinking randomly.

The operation continued, Zhou Congwen calmly pulled the hook, but Wang Chengfa became more angry and endured it and completed the operation.

Finally, when Wang Chengfa stepped down, his whole body emitted a moldy black air.

Everyone knew that Wang Chengfa was in a state of rampage, and no one spoke, and even Wang Qiang was silent and did not dare to touch this bad head.

"Director Wang, did you write the surgical record or Wang Qiang?"

When Zhou Congwen saw that Wang Chengfa was about to leave, he asked with a smile.

Others don’t want to touch this bad head, but Zhou Congwen definitely doesn’t care. Adding fuel to the fire and salt at the knife edge is just an appetizer.

"..." Wang Cheng looked at Zhou Congwen deeply with a dark face.

"Although you are in the position of the surgeon, half of the operations were performed by Dr. Wang Qiang and Wang, so I just ask casually." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "After all, I am a bed manager."

"I'll write." Wang Chengfa curbed his sweet throat, curled his impulse and said in a muffled voice that his aunt wanted to spit out. He turned around and left the art room.

It was not until Wang Chengfa left that the anesthesiologist breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up and down at Zhou Congwen, "Xiao Zhou, did you take the gun today?"

"Brother Wenbo, look at what you said." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "Where did I take the gun medicine?"

"Director Wang is very dissatisfied."

"Oh, the surgery is not done by one person. He didn't find out clearly, so I just reminded me. If he was satisfied, the patient would have to enter the uterus and be punished for the second time. Maybe he was accidentally caught in the lower part... right?"

The anesthesiologist was speechless, and even Wang Qiang, who was standing opposite, didn't know what to say.

Zhou Congwen stood on the moral prostate and urinated everywhere, and said something that left everyone with nothing to say.

But some rules cannot be explicitly stated, they can be called unspoken rules.

For example...

Everyone knows that Zhou Congwen will definitely not be able to go back. Judging from Wang Cheng's vengeful personality, Zhou Congwen's drive away is a trivial matter.

A director wants to kill his subordinates, and he has countless methods and is easy to use.

But Wang Qiang knew very well that Zhou Congwen didn't seem to care. He broke up with Director Wang yesterday. It would be strange if this happened today.

"Xiao Zhou..." The anesthesiologist pondered for a moment and swallowed the following words back.

"Wenbo Ge, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Zhou Congwen smiled. He knew very well what the anesthesiologist was going to say to him.

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Chapter completed!