"Hey, are you..."

"Men's football team, who doesn't support me if I am fighting for something?" Zhou Congwen shook his head helplessly when he remembered their big belly.

It's really not good.

Later, someone counted that if you lose every game, you will lose more than what stocks you buy or even real estate, and this is based on buying sports lottery.

"The men's football team will definitely score a goal!" Liu Xiaobe clenched his fist with his right hand and waved it hard.

"Okay, good luck, I wish you good luck." Zhou Congwen didn't want to explain too much to this girl. If you want to, buy it, but don't buy it yourself anyway.

"Wait, I'll smash your TV after scoring the goal!" Liu Xiaobie threatened.

"The TV is yours. If you want to, smash it, as long as your mother has no objection."

Zhou Congwen walked upstairs slowly with his hands behind his back.

It's already late, so I wash and go to bed.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Congwen thought about a few things, but no results were achieved. His fingers kept moving around him gently, and he still gained something from the afternoon surgical training. His body was adapting little by little to keep up with his brain.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhou Congwen fell asleep.

The work in the hospital is really not done by humans. Even if it is covered in iron, it will be ground into ashes.

When I woke up, it was bright.

It feels so good to not be called for surgery at night. Zhou Congwen lies on the bed and looks at the sun outside, and feels particularly peaceful.

Wang Chengfa had a lot of trouble with him back then.

Originally, two people could do emergency surgery, but every time Wang Chengfa would call Zhou Congwen from the dormitory, no matter what time it was.

The treatment is different from Wang Qiang. Zhou Congwen was called not to teach him the surgery, but to find someone to pull the hook or work non-essentially.

He was called to pull the hook in the middle of the night, at least 50 times a year. Zhou Congwen did not resist. He once naively thought that one day Wang Chengfa would find out with conscience and give him a chance to operate.

The local anatomical map has been translated by Zhou Congwen, and he recites it backwards like a flow, and he also recites it right and right.

Not to mention that you can open your chest with your eyes closed, but as long as you give it a chance, even if it only takes one time, Zhou Congwen will definitely not lose his link.

But until Wang Chengfa retired, he never held a knife.

Looking at the director's conscience, Zhou Congwen always thought of this and felt that he was too childish and ridiculous.

Wang Chengfa is indeed very proficient in PUA, although the term "since" has not appeared in 2002.

Should I turn off my phone when I go to bed in the future? Zhou Congwen thought about this issue seriously.

Forget it, Wang Chengfa can only do spontaneous pneumothorax at the level of cardiothoracic surgery, and he can't even get a slightly more difficult surgery.

That is, the patients are easy to fool now. If they had changed ten years later, Wang Chengfa would have been unable to do it anymore, and he would have been accused of death by the patient.

Zhou Congwen lay on the bed, looking at the sunshine outside the window. This was the sunshine in 2002, and he was still young at this time.

Rebirth can take many new technologies forward a big step forward. As for the research of surgical capsules, it can also break the ice and continue to move downward. At least ten years in time!

How many people can be saved in ten years?

Zhou Congwen laughed as he thought about it. The sunshine in 2002 looked so warm and warm.

A hurried voice came from outside interrupting Zhou Congwen's thoughts.

"Mom, it's not good. Xiaoru locked herself in the house and was afraid she would commit suicide."

"I don't know either! I just came back from working overtime and said I couldn't get in no matter what."

"Come here quickly, please persuade me, so don't make any trouble."

Zhou Congwen was stunned for a moment. Is something going on with the neighbors upstairs?

But he felt something abnormal in the man's tone.

The man's tone was indeed very anxious, but instead of shouting out of control, he lowered his voice and spoke.

The sound insulation is so bad, Zhou Congwen sighed. While thinking, he got up from the bed.

With his slippers on his back, Zhou Congwen opened the door and walked out and saw a man sitting on the steps of the corridor smoking silently.

It is definitely not that my wife wants to jump off the building. Zhou Congwen is old and can tell the most basic possibility just by just one posture.

This man was lying when he was just calling, and there was something else.

Originally, Zhou Congwen didn't want to meddle in other people's business, just wanted to remind the man to speak softly and not disturb his neighbors. But the man's face was pale and seemed to be enduring severe pain.

The energy that doctors are willing to worry about comes up.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhou Congwen squatted beside the man with Bai Lingzhi and asked.

"I'll go to the hospital to take a look."

Zhou Congwen glanced at the man and judged from the perspective of visual diagnosis that he had no sign of heart attack and was not very old. Then he smiled, "Have you quarreled with your wife? Nothing, go and apologize, so you can discuss it."

The man showed a look of grief and anger on his face. He covered his chest and frowned, as if he was really uncomfortable.

Zhou Congwen was surprised. Did he see it wrong?

No, the external manifestations of myocardial infarction are more obvious, unless it is rare... nor can it be. Zhou Congwen has extremely strong confidence in his judgment, and the man in front of him will not have a myocardial infarction.

This is the accumulation of years of clinical experience, and every awesome doctor has this kind of confidence.

But the man covered his chest with his hands, but it didn't seem like he was pretending to be a fraud.

"Relax, take a deep breath. I was woken up by you this morning, why didn't I hear your wife scold you?" Zhou Congwen said deliberately with Bai Lingzhi in her mouth.

The more you are, the more you cannot panic. It is best to make some jokes that are neither salty nor light, and Zhou Congwen knows the priorities and priorities.

The man remained silent, covered his chest with his hands and smoked a cigarette, with an expression of not wanting to live.

Zhou Congwen was very confused, but he couldn't say anything at this time. If he left, he was still a little worried. The man's life was indifferent and painful. It seemed that he was not pretending.

what is going on?

He didn't say anything, but just squatted beside the man and smoked silently with him.

Before a cigarette was finished, a noise came from the downstairs. Zhou Congwen stood up and looked down from the window. Three cars parked below, squeezing out a group of people from inside like magic.

The sound of footsteps came, and more than a dozen strong men squeezed the man aside, and one of the strong men even spat at the man.

"What's the point of asking you? You don't even bring a key, you're idiot!"

"All son-in-laws come to the door are like this, they don't have a brain, they are the ones who are savvy."

"Get out, waste snacks, wait for Xiaoru to kill you if something happens."

The family cursed while walking, and some even kicked the man. The gray footprints were printed on the man, which looked very dazzling.

And the man didn't move, as if he had been used to accepting things.

Zhou Congwen frowned, what's wrong with the son-in-law coming to the door? He's just a fool?!

But the man was submissive and had no sign of any expression. He was like a zombie. Zhou Congwen couldn't help him too much, so he could only pull the man to hide aside.
Chapter completed!