"What should I do?" Zhou Congwen shook his head, "It's a small probability event, there's nothing I can do. You can't refuse to get married because of this kind of thing. Don't worry, you're not that strong."

"I put myself in it for a moment, and I feel like I'd die if I say it." Shen Lang sighed deeply.

Suddenly, he woke up and it seemed that Zhou Congwen was in Yin and Yang himself just now.

"I heard that in the emergency department, I encountered cases sent by middle-aged and young women and pet dogs, and like this, social death." Zhou Congwen said before Shen Lang was angry.

Shen Lang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Congwen, what you said... is simply to the core!" Shen Lang slapped his thigh, "It's just this feeling, I feel so embarrassed that I have no shame to see anyone after being discharged from the hospital."

"Well, this is called social death, referred to as social death for short." Zhou Congwen sighed.

This is a popular word several years later, especially with the support of the Internet, which is more than a hundred times more powerful than it is now. Shen Lang cannot understand what social death is.

"By the way!" Shen Lang remembered something again and said in a divine manner, "Director Xiao said something before he fell into a coma, it has something to do with you."

"And with me?" Zhou Congwen was stunned.

The plots that Shen Lang just mentioned all existed in the previous life, and his arrival did not change the life curve of Dean Xiao.

But before he finally fell into a coma, he said something related to him, what the hell is this?

"Director Xiao said - stay away from Wang Chengfa, don't mess with Zhou Congwen, otherwise I'd probably say it's going to kill me."

“…”

"I didn't make it up. The guy from Dongfeng Hospital sent someone to an ambulance. There was no one in the car. President Xiao suddenly wanted to speak and he came over to listen. He didn't know Wang Chengfa and your Zhou Congwen's name before, but President Xiao said it very clearly."

Zhou Congwen was amused and crying.

"Don't go out and talk nonsense." Zhou Congwen warned.

"I know, how can you talk nonsense about such things?" Shen Lang nodded, "Don't worry, I'm just curious, why would you be struck by lightning if you get closer to Director Wang?"

Zhou Congwen smoked silently.

"Ask the medical history, Director Lei said that they had dinner with Director Wang tonight. It was really hard to say about this. He would immediately get angry and suffered from cerebral hemorrhage. He killed two directors of our hospital, one of whom was the vice president."

Shen Lang's mouth was "tsk tsk" sounded, and it seemed that he had already believed what Dean Xiao had told him in the end.

"Stop talking nonsense, the transfer procedures have been completed, what do you say at home?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Of course my family is happy." Shen Lang said, "Congwen, you can tell me what kind of work I will do after I go?"

"At the beginning, we need to do a thoracoscopy and cut the lung nodule." Zhou Congwen said, "If you can do a sleeve cut in the future, I will take you to 912."

"It seems like you can definitely go to 912." Shen Lang's face appeared with a smile, and he slightly mocked Zhou Congwen, "I don't even want a doctor in 912, so what do we mean?"

"Is there a boss here?" Zhou Congwen said, "Shen Lang, the future is in your hands now, what to do depends on your own."

"I know." Shen Lang lowered his head and thought.

"Have you made any progress with Manager Wang?"

"Nothing has made any progress. They are girls from big cities. We are so rustic that we can't even talk together." Shen Lang smiled helplessly, "I just think the smell on Manager Wang is good."

"In the best way, this is called a love of beauty. If you don't know, you are thinking about lust. But it doesn't matter, men, who doesn't want to lust?" Zhou Congwen said lightly, "I'm leaving, I'm going to hand over the shift and check. I'll go to the provincial capital for surgery in a few days. You want..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Congwen's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and took a look. Zhou Congwen sat up straight immediately, with his back straight.

"Boss." After answering the phone, Zhou Congwen said respectfully.

"Xiao Zhou, I took the patient to Didu Hospital for CT reconstruction. It was a tumor of the upper right lung. It looked relatively simple. Do you have any other needs?"

"No more, boss." Zhou Congwen smiled respectfully.

"That's it." Mr. Huang hung up the phone directly.

"Congwen, why don't you have a check-up on 912 and have to go to the Imperial Capital Hospital?" Shen Lang was puzzled.

"Do you know the Imperial Capital Hospital?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"What a broken hospital? I don't know." Shen Lang was confused.

"Broken hospital? Don't make trouble." Zhou Congwen said, "The latest medical machines in the country are all settled in the Imperial Capital Hospital. The health care team was first established in the Imperial Capital Hospital. The technical strength of the geriatric disease department on that side is the first in the country."

When talking about the health care group, Shen Lang's eyes showed a look of yearning.

"The CT in our hospital is in double rows, 912 is in 4 rows, and Imperial Capital Hospital is in 8 rows," said Zhou Congwen.

These numbers... are simply too shabby for Zhou Congwen.

The next 128 and 256 CT will be nationwide, and in 2002, the Imperial Capital Hospital will only have 8 rows of CT.

But now it is not just the Imperial Capital Hospital, but the highest level of CT in the world is only 8 rows.

"Oh oh oh, Mr. Huang means the demonstration surgery you want to do. It's better to be more serious about the preoperative examination, right?"

"Well, do a three-dimensional examination to avoid tumors from invading blood vessels." Zhou Congwen said, "The boss is very stable in doing things, so you should learn more."

Shen Lang's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say it.

I want to learn, but I have to have a chance. I took the patient to the Imperial Capital Hospital by myself, and the doctor on that side would definitely not accept me.

Zhou Congwen said nonsense.

...

...

Huang Laoqi walked in the CT room of the Imperial Capital Hospital with his cotton shoes on his back and bowed his waist.

"Sister Li, I'm here to trouble you." Old Huang knocked on the door of an office and said with a smile.

"Xiao Huang, what patient?" An old man stood up to greet Mr. Huang.

"I recently accepted a new apprentice and the annual meeting is about to be held. I'm going to have a demonstration operation. I'll bring the patient to you for a CT scan."

"What kind of surgery are you going to do? It's not that it's also a laparoscopic sleeve cutting surgery." The old man asked.

"That's right..." Old Huang's expression did not change, and he smiled faintly, "Academician Chu's son brought him to do the examination?"

"You're here, come and have a look." Mr. Li waved and asked Mr. Huang to come over.

She did not care about the fierce collision between the thoracic surgery community. In the eyes of the elderly, there were only patients and diseases.

"It is also a tumor in the upper right lung. I need to do sleeve cutting. I asked and said that I am going to learn to do it with a laparoscopy this year."

Mr. Huang nodded and walked to the video reader to watch the movie carefully.

"It seems that it does not invade blood vessels, but I always feel that it is wrong." Mr. Li focused on watching the movie, "Xiao Huang, you do this, tell me your opinion."

Huang Laoduan looked at it for a long time, and after at least ten minutes, he slowly said, "Sister Li, it seems okay, but I think... it's not beautiful."
Chapter completed!