Zhou Congwen returned to the ward after the operation.

This kind of difficult operation is not a burden for him, and he does not have to do it by himself without having to do it by "guidance" the operation. Zhou Congwen's problem of not being able to keep up with his eyes was not exposed.

After stepping down and returning to the office, he sat at his desk and took out a pack of Line 1 from his pocket, and began to tie knots on the drawer handle.

"Brother Zhou, you won't go to have a meal." The young nurse asked.

"I'm on duty and can't leave."

"Hmm? When I took over, I saw that you were from yesterday's work."

"Yesterday they went to drink with the professor and called me to take care of him." Zhou Congwen said calmly.

The young nurse was a little angry and complained, "What is drinking a serious business? She even called you to come on duty. It's 48 hours in a row, so tiring."

Although she complained, she didn't dare to mention Director Wang a word, even if Wang Cheng found that he was not there.

Zhou Congwen smiled, but did not follow up, but instead tied the positive knot, reverse knot, tension knot, and surgical knot one by one.

The level is still there, but it is just missing some muscle memories. Zhou Congwen weighs his weight clearly in his heart.

Moreover, the operation went smoothly, and the system panel in the upper right corner of the field of view seemed to be a little clearer. The amplitude was impossible to identify at all. Zhou Congwen didn't know if it was his own illusion.

"Brother Zhou, I heard from other doctors that Director Wang would not allow you to have surgery." The young nurse saw Zhou Congwen practicing knotting, and felt that he was a little pitiful and asked quietly.

"Oh, it's okay to find an opportunity." Zhou Congwen said lightly, not caring at all.

Looking for an opportunity, the young nurse knew very well that the young Zhou Congwen was dreaming. What's the use of knotting and tying it beautifully?

If you can't get the surgery, everything will be useless.

She couldn't bear to hit Zhou Congwen and wanted to get around the topic, "Brother Zhou, I heard that you had a girlfriend and even brought you breakfast. They all said that they looked very beautiful, where is the home?"

It was originally a happy thing, but Zhou Congwen's face suddenly became serious and he didn't say a word.

Speaking of Liu Xiaobie, Zhou Congwen felt uncomfortable all over.

Alas, it was so helpless, Zhou Congwen sighed deeply. But probably Liu Xiaobie was not interested in him. The landlord and aunt were forced to deliver breakfast. Zhou Congwen knew this.

"Brother Zhou, don't you want to get married? I think that girl is pretty good. Doesn't she have a job? It's really a big deal to say that the girl has no job, but what did you think before you get along with her?"

The nurse was nagging to help Liu Xiaobi talk and persuaded Zhou Congwen.

"No, I just felt a little tired. I stood there for a day after night shift. I hope... I'll be quieter today."

"Shut up!" The young nurse interrupted Zhou Congwen loudly like a neurotic.

It has been a long time since no one dared to talk to Zhou Congwen like this in his previous life. The young nurse's stern reprimand made Zhou Congwen stunned.

"Don't say, you are honest. I met you when I was in the middle of my work. I took a patient who rode a motorcycle and hit a telephone pole after drinking. I was rescued overnight. I just arrived home after get off work and I didn't even have time to wash and fell asleep."

Zhou Congwen smiled.

I will definitely take off my socks when I go to bed tonight, and there will be no problem.

The 28 surgical lines were tied into knots. Although there was no digital display, Zhou Congwen could feel that his level was constantly improving.

With the help of the system, it took me ten years to almost reach the state of being at will, and this is rooted in Zhou Congwen's rigor, seriousness and willingness to endure hardships.

What about now?

After a few days of adaptation, Zhou Congwen felt that he should be able to recover in half a year.

After all, the previous life belonged to "learning", and this life belonged to "memories".

Just as I was thinking, the phone from the nurse's station suddenly rang, and the ringtone was as gloomy as the classic background music in a horror movie.

The first time he heard the ringtone, Zhou Congwen's heart rate increased, his blood pressure increased, and he could even smell the smell of adrenaline and dopamine that spread out from his body.

Zhou Congwen was a little helpless after so many years of experience, even though he had similar conditioned reflexes.

"Hello, thoracic surgery."

"Doctor Shen is on duty."

"Okay, I'll tell him now."

The nurse's voice came in intermittently, and Zhou Congwen sighed.

The more I want to be idle, the less I can't get idle. I don't know which department is consulting. Never mind the consultation on the operating room table or the neurosurgery department.

Zhou Congwen thought in a mess and got up and walked out.

"Brother Zhou, the orthopedics are in urgent consultation." The nurse shouted.

"A car accident?"

"Not said."

"Prepare a set of closed drainage. If I need it, call you. Please send it to me." Zhou Congwen finished speaking briefly, with his hands behind his back, bowed his waist, and quickened his pace to walk out of the ward.

When he arrived at the orthopedics department, Zhou Congwen did not smell the bloody smell of the trauma patient at the door, so he was relieved for the time being.

When I walked into the ward, I saw a flat car parked in the corridor and a middle-aged woman was lying on it.

Her clothes were very clean and had no blood stains, so it shouldn't be a car accident.

The left calf was swollen and deformed. The intern knew it was a fracture of the tibia and fibula at a glance.

Why are you looking for a consultation with me? Zhou Congwen looked at the orthopedic doctor.

"Congwen, you are here." The orthopedic doctor greeted warmly, "I took a fractured patient and broke the bone as I walked. Do you take a look at the movie?"

Dr. Teng described the condition in words that the patient could not understand, but every doctor knew very well that the patient's problem was not a fracture, but a broken leg as he walked!

Pathological fracture!

Zhou Congwen knew why he called him. He glanced at the middle-aged female patient. The patient didn't know that bad luck had arrived and was only concerned about leg pain.

Generally speaking, the definition of pathological fractures is osteoporosis in the elderly. Various malnutrition and endocrine factors can cause systemic osteoporosis.

But the middle-aged woman in her 30s is not involved in endocrine factors such as menopause. It is likely that it is caused by tumors.

Moreover, it has reached the late stage of cancer and is associated with bone metastasis, which causes fractures to occur if the bone cannot support the weight of the body.

"Is there any movie?" Zhou Congwen asked in a low voice.

"There is a chest x-ray, I'll come to you for a look. The patient said that he had coughed and sputum for more than half a year, and he took medicine at home and had never come to the hospital for a look."

Dr. Teng's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he was afraid that something he said was incorrect and aroused the patient's suspicion.

When he walked into the office, the general duty of the internal medicine department was already watching the movie. He saw Dr. Teng come in, "Xiao Teng, give the patient a CT scan and explain to his family that it may be in the late stage of cancer, so he has too many ideas."

"Can our orthopedic surgery be performed?" Dr. Teng asked.

"Do not do it...do it." The general duty of the internal medicine department sighed.

A patient in his thirties, who is so young, has to face death, and no one can express this matter in a pleasant tone.
Chapter completed!