Zhou Congwen doesn’t know the best way to deal with similar things.

It is now 2002. Not to mention mobile networks, there are not many people at home who can access the Internet.

Internet cafes are like the spring breeze blowing on weeds, and many young people are flocking to them.

The patient is really bored and boring in the ward. There is no mobile phone, no Internet, and no overwhelming short videos.

Otherwise, patients in the anorectal department would not take zombies in the corridor every day in their patient skirts and gossip.

Can you cure the disease? The tuberculous pleural effusion cannot be cured, but the patient is depressed. Zhou Congwen feels that his treatment is risky, but it should be within a controllable range.

After packing up the disposal room, Zhou Congwen opened the door and saw Shen Lang standing in the ward of the anorectal department, chatting with the anorectal department patient at first sight.

"..." Zhou Congwen was speechless.

I was busy all night last night, and Shen Lang probably didn't even close his eyes. Today, he was chatting happily and gossiping.

What kind of spirit is this!

If this spirit is used in technology, it is a good professor to lead the group.

"Shen Lang, man?" Zhou Congwen shouted in a deep voice.

"Congwen, you haven't come home either." Shen Lang smiled and waved his hand to the patient in the anorectal department and the patient's family, and went out and said to Zhou Congwen, "What are you busy with?"

"Have you finished writing the medical record? After writing it, hurry up and go home to rest. Are you not tired?"

"Not tired!" Shen Lang's eyes were shining brightly, and the gossip fire on his body was rushing.

"Congwen, I'll tell you that something big happened." Shen Lang pulled Zhou Congwen to the duty room.

After lit a cigarette, Shen Lang began to gossip.

"The son-in-law who tore the patient's anal fissure back and was beaten again after returning home. What do you think about him?"

"Hmm? What else can I do?"

From the perspective of a straight man like Zhou Congwen, this matter has no room for resolution. It is a bad thing, and it will inevitably be a mess in the end.

"He was going home and wanted to jump off the building, and he also wrote a suicide note, which was posted all over the community."

"..." Zhou Congwen was speechless.

Shen Langshen secretly took out a piece of paper, "Here, this was torn off by the patient's family, look."

Zhou Congwen did not answer.

I heard from Shen Lang that Zhou Congwen felt upset. If he really looked at him twice, he would definitely be sucked.

Zhou Congwen thought about these messy things and felt a headache. He was just interested in Shen Lang. What kind of spirit is supporting Shen Lang's roundabout way?

If this spirit is used in the use of thoracoscopy, Shen Lang will probably become a big shot in the laparoscopy within one year.

"I'll read it to you." Shen Lang didn't know what Zhou Congwen was thinking, and he was so itchy that he wanted to find someone to share this gossip.

The reason why gossip is gossip is to share it. If it becomes a little secret, it will lose its original taste and fun.

"I have nothing now, only one life, and it seems that I have only one dead end..."

Shen Lang was thinking with a gaze.

From the tone, it should have been written by the patient's son-in-law. He was like an abandoned resentful woman, accusing the patient of "discarding the patient at all."

The words were so intense that Zhou Congwen's ears turned into countless mosaics.

There is no river crab beast yet. After a few years of release, even Shen Lang's mouth will be harmoniously removed.

The more Shen Lang read, the happier he became, especially the various nicknames inside, such as the devil and the big baby, he emphasized the emphasis.

After reading it, Shen Lang looked at Zhou Congwen, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Yes, what's this all about?" Zhou Congwen said lightly, "You can go home and rest quickly. You can't bear it if you're so tired."

"No!" Shen Lang said firmly, "That young man wrote clearly the time of jumping off the building. I made an appointment with the families of two patients from the anorectal department to see it. I had already promised them that I could not speak without paying attention."

“…”

Zhou Congwen really wanted to press Shen Lang to the ground and beat him up.

After getting off night shift and sleepless all night, he was still concentrating on gossip and full of energy.

It would be great if I used it professionally... It would be a pity, it was a waste.

Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang with pity.

But Shen Lang was immersed in his own world, and was full of watching the bloody relationship. The evolution of the matter after the intensification of the contradictions was not concerned about Zhou Congwen at all.

In his eyes, Zhou Congwen is just a person who shares gossip.

"Then you go, I'll go home and rest." Zhou Congwen shrugged helplessly.

"Yes!" Shen Lang nodded excitedly.

"Have you eaten?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Ah? Eat?" Shen Lang was stunned, then said blankly, "When is it now? How can I have time to eat? Wait until I go and take a look, and I will talk about it when I get home, so I won't be hungry."

This is called forgetting to eat and sleep. Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang and couldn't help laughing.

"You rest, I'm going to work hard." Shen Lang glanced at the time and hurried out to go out with the family of the patient who had made an appointment to watch the fun. "I'll tell you the result tomorrow."

"Hey, remember to call 120." Zhou Congwen reminded.

"Stop making trouble." Shen Lang said disdainfully, "If you really want to die, there are countless ways. If you make such a big noise in advance, it is usually fake. He must do something and will not really jump down."

Shen Lang said as he walked out without looking back at all.

Hey, Shen Lang is also quite interesting. Zhou Congwen did not blame Shen Lang, but thought with a smile in his heart.

"Li Ran, I'm back. Call me if you have something to do." Zhou Congwen said as he passed by the doctor's office.

"Congwen, let's have some food together." Li Ran said with a serious expression, "What if you come to the emergency department now, don't you have to make trouble?"

When Zhou Congwen heard Li Ran say this, an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart. Is this a traitor?

"Lingling ~"

Meanwhile, the landline at the nurse station rang.

Zhou Congwen glared at Li Ran viciously.

What are you doing? Isn’t it so good to sleep honestly in bed? I have to talk about emergency department!

Although I don’t know who called the phone, Zhou Congwen already understood that it should be an emergency call.

It's over and I'm going to work for another night. Zhou Congwen had an impulse and went to the Second Hospital of Medical University now.

He had never looked forward to working at the Academician's workstation so much.

"Brother Li! An urgent consultation for general foreign affairs!" The nurse shouted after answering the phone. She then saw Zhou Congwen standing at the door of the doctor's office, "Brother Zhou, you haven't gone back, there is an urgent consultation."

"I'll go see it now." Zhou Congwen said listlessly.

"Just treat the general external treatment, don't turn back, we...we have no beds!" the nurse emphasized.

Zhou Congwen sighed, raised his hand weakly, waved it, and signaled the nurse to rest assured.
Chapter completed!