"Congwen, are you looking for me?" Li Qinghua answered the phone and asked nonsense absent-mindedly.

His mind is all about his little nodules, and he is particularly bad.

"I heard that the physical examination results have come out." Zhou Congwen did not exchange greetings and went straight to the topic, "Let's have a meal together."

"Eat... Forget it, I'm not in the mood. Congwen, I'm not feeling well now, give me some time." Li Qinghua said depressedly.

"What I want to talk about is your illness. Don't worry, it's okay." Zhou Congwen said, "You are already confused. When you meet, I will break it apart and talk about this."

Li Qinghua was stunned for a moment. Zhou Congwen's style of speaking was not like a young doctor or a friend, but like Director Zhu's words to him.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and Li Qinghua sighed, "Okay, it's the place where I ate last time."

Li Qinghua was a little confused when he hung up the phone.

On one hand, he was conservative; on the other hand, he asked his master to do it for himself, and on the other hand, he went to the provincial capital to find Chen Houkun.

He seemed unwilling to accept any choice he made.

Not only the tumor, but the accumulation over the years also made it difficult for him to give up. Once Director Zhu rejected his kindness and went to the provincial capital to find Professor Chen, he knew very well what it meant.

Yesterday, I was a prince of the thoracic surgery department, and today I have to face the choice of life and death. It seems that life and death are a bit too much, but Li Qinghua felt that he was on the verge of life and death.

What exactly did Zhou Congwen do when he finds himself? Maybe he wants to convince himself to go to the provincial capital for surgery.

His thoracoscopy was indeed good, otherwise Chen Houkun would not have been able to find Zhou Congwen as an assistant all the time.

Being talent is good. Li Qinghua always thinks that he is a talented person, but it was not until he met Zhou Congwen that he knew what true talent was.

Thinking of Zhou Congwen and thoracoscopy, Li Qinghua guessed that Zhou Congwen wanted to persuade him to have laparoscopy surgery.

But it is not easy to go to the provincial capital for surgery.

I just rejected Master’s kindness? If I go to the provincial capital, I will slap Master in the face in front of everyone.

Even the apprentice thinks that the surgery is not good. Will the master be angry? What else will happen to the future relationship?

Whether to do surgery or not is a big problem, anyone who is looking for surgery. Li Qinghua was worried for a while, and then walked to the restaurant when he saw that the time was about to come.

Sitting in a daze in the single room, a few minutes later, I walked in from Wen to push the door.

"Congwen, here we come." Li Qinghuasheng looked up and said with no desire.

Zhou Congwen saw that his face was grey and choking, and he didn't even stand up. The image of the gentle prince was too far from the past. He knew that he was confused and smiled.

Instead of sitting next to Li Qinghua, he walked directly to the opposite table and sat down.

"Qinghua, I know your situation, what do you think?" Zhou Congwen asked straight to the point.

"I don't know." Li Qinghua shook his head.

"I'll tell you something, see if it's OK."

Li Qinghua looked at Zhou Congwen's face and smiled bitterly. He must have suggested going to the provincial capital for surgery and laparoscopic surgery, just like Lu Tiancheng.

"I don't know if you have enough connections and can you be transferred to the Third Hospital."

"..." Li Qinghua was a little confused when he heard Zhou Congwen say this.

What's going on with me? Why are you still thinking about changing your job?

Besides, the hospital with the highest medical level in the city is the People's Hospital. Although I am a little unhappy, it seems to be smooth sailing and smooth sailing to outsiders, waiting to take over Director Zhu's class.

In an industry like medical care, where the head advantage is huge, the director of the cardiothoracic surgery department of the People's Hospital is not working, and he has to go to a small hospital. What is Zhou Congwen thinking?!

Adding harm to the wrongdoing?

Fan the flames?

Or laugh at yourself?

No!

Li Qinghua's face was full of black lines and his head was full of question marks.

"Speak from the beginning." Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, turned his disposable lighter with his left hand, but did not light a cigarette. Instead, he looked at Li Qinghua's eyes and said lightly, "I have seen the movie with the people in your CT room. Considering it is a precancerous lesion. If you don't do it, you will become early squamous cell carcinoma in a few months."

A thunder fell on Li Qinghua's head.

"Doing it now is about recovery after the operation. I can basically confirm this. If there is an accident, it is equivalent to winning the lottery. I won't consider it for the time being."

“…”

"I suggest to ask Chen Houkun for the surgery instead of letting Zhu Jun do it. But not to go to the provincial capital, but to the Third Hospital."

“…”

"Qinghua, you are still struggling with the issue of sunk costs." Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, highlighting the entanglement in Li Qinghua's heart.

"Sunken costs?" Li Qinghua was stunned. He had never heard of this word.

But sunk costs are not a difficult word to understand. Li Qinghua instantly understood what Zhou Congwen said.

"Since graduation, you have spent your hard work on Director Zhu. The Prince of the Department of Cardiac and Thoracic Surgery at the People's Hospital, haha, so majestic."

Li Qinghua was angry and looked at Zhou Congwen's eyes, not knowing what he was going to say.

"So, do you think Zhu Jun will let you do cardiac surgery? As far as I know, you have never even had a patent arterial catheter so far." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"So what? Master is tempering my character." Li Qinghua's anger in his heart was stirred up in the face of Zhou Congwen's "provocation". "And the master is already old and has dizzy eyes and hands. At most, I will do all the surgery outside the heart."

Zhou Congwen looked at Li Qinghua opposite him and smiled slightly.

In my previous life, although I was in a poor life, I had little circle of cardiothoracic surgery. I have heard of this prince.

After discovering the place-occupying lesions in the lungs, the other two doctors refused to undergo surgery in the People's Hospital and chose a thoracoscopy. However, the prince asked Zhu Jun to perform a major surgery on him and had a lobectomy.

It can be said that the prince in the thoracic surgery department is loyal and humble to the dust, but what is the result?

Until Zhu Jun retired, Li Qinghua had never had even a cardiothoracic surgery surgery. Just as Zhou Congwen said, he had never even had a patent arterial catheter.

The one who went to study in Japan came back and took over his heart. The prince fell to the bottom of the sea after Zhu Jun retired.

But he has the ability, and Zhu Jun is not the only one who accumulates over the years. Li Qinghua made friends with an academician during a meeting.

A few years later, the academician went to a US-funded hospital in the Modu City to manage the intensive care unit, and he resigned directly to join the academician.

The American-funded Hospital in Magic City has a high income, and Li Qinghua lives a good life.

But this result is completely different from Li Qinghua’s imagination, and I won’t mention it later.

Zhou Congwen always wanted to do one thing - to bring Li Qinghua to the Third Court, change the life of the prince, and also change Wang Chengfa's life.

"Qinghua, you have seen what I am in the Third Hospital. Those old people have the same way. It is difficult to get them to have surgery. Every elderly person wants to re-employed after retirement, and can be more powerful for a few years."
Chapter completed!