Deng Ming on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Zhou, what's wrong with you looking for me so late?"

"That's right, Director Deng, a famous doctor in our unit, all the examinations and diagnosis are advanced rectal cancer. I watched the magnetic film and felt it was not like it." Zhou Congwen made a brief statement.

"What do you think it is?"

"Endometriosis." Zhou Congwen said, "I suggest that the patient's family take the pathological specimens to go to our 912. Please contact us for immunohistochemistry and get the results as soon as possible."

"I have seen several patients diagnosed with advanced rectal cancer and endometriosis, which is indeed difficult to distinguish." Deng Ming said leisurely, "You ask the patient's family to come and call me directly when you go to the imperial capital."

"How many days can I go?" Zhou Congwen asked without relaxing at all.

"You have called, I'll urge you to do it as fast as possible." Deng Ming said, and yelled, "Xiao Zhou, you've been tossing me in the middle of the night, just that's all. Just come straight. You've finished watching the movie, what's there to be uncertainty about it."

Dr. Gao and his lover were stunned.

I heard the meaning of speaking, the phone should be a high-powered director in 912, the imperial capital.

But Zhou Congwen called him intimate, and he said that Zhou Congwen had enough after watching the movie...

When did Xiao Zhou get so prosperous?!

This thought flashed in my mind, and Dr. Gao immediately raised infinite hope.

Director Deng also said that he had seen several patients diagnosed with advanced rectal cancer, which were actually cases of endometriosis.

if……

I feel timid in my hometown, and Dr. Gao no longer dares to think about it anymore.

When the country was over, someone suddenly held his ear and told him that he would be fine if he turned around. Who can believe such a thing? Who dares to believe it?

Escape from death and escape from the tiger's mouth is just a legend. Doctor Gao is really afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and he dare not think about it at all.

But inadvertently, his hands were already trembling.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Congwen looked at Dr. Gao and his lover.

"On the other side is Deng Ming, director of the 912th thoracic surgery. Brother Gao, go to the imperial capital to find him. I will leave the phone number for you."

"I heard your phone call tone, and it seems that I am very familiar with Director Deng." Dr. Gao's lover asked in confusion.

"Old Huang has accepted me as a student." Zhou Congwen said this, a happy smile appeared on his face, "It is natural to call Senior Brother Deng."

"..." Dr. Gao was stunned.

Mr. Huang? Is it the legendary existence of thoracic surgery?

Xiao Zhou actually climbed such a high branch!

He was not jealous, but was overjoyed.

If so, hope will be a little bigger.

"I...I...I...I'll go to the director to ask for leave, and then I'll take the closest flight to the provincial capital." Dr. Gao stammered.

"Call the pathology department first and bring the specimen over." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Take all the information with you, and ask Director Deng to help find someone to read it."

"Okay, okay."

Dr. Gao said, and looked at his lover worriedly.

"You go, I'm fine." Dr. Gao's lover tried hard to smile.

"Yes!" Dr. Gao nodded vigorously.

He hurried out and almost got into the arms of Director Wen who was about to come in.

"Director Wen, you haven't left yet?"

"Just just under the surgery, look for a while." Director Wen walked in, "The situation is stable."

"Well, Xiao Zhou just contacted me 912 and said yes..." Dr. Gao was already excited and said something incoherently.

"Director, I'll take a leave, and now I'll use the pathological specimens and information to go to the imperial capital."

Director Wen's expression was complicated, and he nodded in the end.

He comforted a few words of warmth, turned around and left with the doctor on duty.

After leaving the ward, Director Wen shook his head, "Xiao Gao is already confused."

"Director, I heard from Brother Gao that it was endometriosis? Is it possible?" The doctor on duty was also a little dazed.

He had never heard of this diagnosis.

"How is that possible! If it's endometriosis, I'll take the film." Director Wen said contemptuously, "I'm afraid that the patient will not be able to bear it, so I'll find a short-term view."

"well."

"So is Xiao Gao, Zhou Congwen, a thoracic doctor, was so confused when he saw it. I have seen the film, it must be advanced stage rectal cancer and there is no need for surgery."

"If you don't go to radiotherapy and chemotherapy, you will waste your time on going to the Imperial Capital 912. Are there gods in 912? Can you turn rectal cancer into cancer?" Director Wen sneered.

"Yes, I think so." The doctor on duty echoed.

"Breaking a fool."

Director Wen shook his sleeves and left.

...

Zhou Congwen helped to contact him, left Deng Ming's phone number to Dr. Gao, told him to tell him after he immunohistochemistry and then left.

Back at orthopedics, Shen Lang stood up suddenly and looked at Zhou Congwen with anticipation.

Zhou Congwen really didn't know where Shen Lang's expectation came from.

"Congwen, how about it?" Shen Lang asked nervously.

"I don't think it's rectal cancer." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice.

"Wow~~~" Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and a flower bloomed on his face, a blooming chrysanthemum. (Note)

"Don't you ask why?" Zhou Congwen looked at Shen Lang's expression of relief, and it was also strange.

"What's there to ask?" Shen Lang was puzzled, "Didn't you all deny the diagnosis of advanced rectal cancer?"

"..." Zhou Congwen was speechless.

Shen Lang seems to have more confidence in himself than in himself. Why does he believe in himself so blindly?

This doesn't seem to bode well.

Zhou Congwen knew very well that anyone would make mistakes, including himself. Even if there was a systematic diagnosis "gold standard", Zhou Congwen dared not be careless.

But Shen Lang...

"Awesome, Congwen, I just said that you can show the late stage of the tumor by taking a look." Shen Lang praised.

Zhou Congwen whispered, "What are you talking nonsense?"

"Why is it nonsense?" Shen Lang curled his lips, "If you don't believe it, a few days later, it's definitely not advanced rectal cancer."

Zhou Congwen was speechless.

Although he thought so, shouldn't he say this? Shen Lang should have doubted himself and finally got the diagnosis of 912 before he was convinced.

"I'm so tired, I'm going home." Shen Lang said the Nth time that he wanted to go home. He was shaking when he walked and would fall asleep at any time.

Zhou Congwen sent Shen Lang out. There was an additional wheelchair at the entrance of the orthopedic corridor, and a young man sat on it. He was in pain and was communicating with Dr. Teng on duty.

...

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Note: I don’t know if this joke has been told to all book friends.

When I was in high school, because I was thinner, a friend said that I looked very good when I smiled, like a blooming chrysanthemum...

Cough cough cough.

At that time, chrysanthemums did not have the meaning of their current meaning.
Chapter completed!