"Zhou Congwen discovered a patient with esophageal lichen planus?" Huang Lao sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, as if he had fallen asleep, but he could hear every word Deng Ming and Zhou Congwen said clearly.

"Boss." Deng Ming looked at his boss, anxious and worried, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"This disease is rare, please take medicine. If I can go back, I will go and see the patient and see the treatment effect. Over the years, I have only seen 13 similar cases, and this is the 14th."

"..." Deng Ming wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything...

"What are you going to say?" asked Mr. Huang.

"Boss, I said, don't hit me with a broom. My skin is not as thick as Zhou Congwen. If you chase me and hit me, I'm afraid..." Deng Ming said half-jokingly and half-taken seriously.

"No, that kid is actually quite magical. Pang Gezhuang's mask is of great use this time. Can you think of it before that?" Old Huang snuggled up against the wall, his voice filled with infinite fatigue and vicissitudes.

But there is still a little joy and relief hidden in the fatigue and vicissitudes.

Deng Ming knew that his boss must be biting his back teeth and insisting on it.

After a week, the hospital in Tangzhuang has been transformed and the boss has not been idle during this period. He has made various discussions, research, and years of rich clinical experience without reservation.

The participants were of very high level and involved the diagnosis and treatment of respiratory medicine, so Deng Ming couldn't even insert his mouth.

Originally, the boss didn't have to go, but no one could beat this old child.

After all, he is already eighty, and Deng Ming doesn't know whether the boss's body can withstand it. He kept beating the side drum to persuade his boss, but the boss seemed to have not heard it.

"Boss, why don't we take a break? We're so tired after meetings and case discussions these days."

"No one who doesn't see patients when you are a doctor? You think you are a miracle doctor in the world." Huang Laodao.

"You've seen it." Deng Ming corrected, "Clinical treatment is a job for a young doctor. There is no need for a doctor of your level to go to the front line. To put it bluntly, you are now going to the front line, and the front line people are in a hurry and have to take care of you."

"I think I'm causing trouble? Deng Ming, why are you bad at Zhou Cong's literature? You're talking about me." Mr. Huang said contemptuously, "It's really hard to learn, but I'll just go a long way to learn bad things."

Is it true? Deng Ming thought of Zhou Congwen.

While "chatting" with the boss, he called Zhou Congwen's patients.

"That kid is quite amazing. In fact, it would have been a few years since he met him." Old Huang sighed, "His statement is correct. As long as you take good protection, this disease is no big deal. Although there is not enough supplies now, Zhou Congwen, the most important mask, was prepared for no reason."

"Boss, what you are talking about is that if you meet him a few years ago, can you let him take it?"

"Of course, do you think I don't know I'm old? My bones are going to break for the past few days. Unfortunately, this is a respiratory disease. Although I don't have to worry about it, I'm always worried if I don't go and take a look."

"Boss, there are others."

"I'm not at ease, I always have to go and see it." Huang Lao Youyou said, "As the saying goes, we can raise soldiers for a thousand days and use troops for a while. Now it's time to use troops, what does it look like when I hide behind me?"

"You don't allow it."

"It seems that your surgery is better than mine." Huang Lao smiled slightly, "It will take two years for Zhou Congwen to be qualified to say this."

"Can……"

"It's nothing, but it's all the same thing as the car if you say too much. Don't tell my old lady what happened before. Just say that I have a good meal and drink, just walk around every day."

Gu/span   "Boss, do you think the master's wife believes it? There are many ways to inquire about the news. I work with you in front of you, and the master's wife doesn't talk to me." Deng Ming lowered his eyes, not knowing whether what he said was true or false.

Old Huang raised his head and glanced at Deng Ming, not commenting.

After Deng Ming arranged Zhou Congwen's patient and told him to take good care of him and to habitually treat him, he put away the phone and put his hands in front of him, as if holding a thermos.

"Zhou Congwen's child is good. He is the most suitable this time, but unfortunately I don't want to bear it." Huang Lao said, "We are intimate and said, this time I am indeed biased."

"Boss, don't, Zhou Congwen is so envious of being able to follow you on the front line." Deng Ming said hurriedly.

"I know the danger. No matter how you look at this thing, you are so weird. You have never experienced the old society, nor have you been a barefoot doctor. I don't know how hard, how difficult, and how fierce it was back then." Huang Lao said, "I know these, so I can't let Zhou Congwen go."

"He is still young, and he will beat him for a few more years."

"Have you told Dean Pei?" Mr. Huang suddenly changed the topic.

"I said that if we can't go back, he will leave Zhou Congwen a quota for professors and staffing staff. I want to come and have a few more."

Deng Ming felt ache in his heart when he said this and his nose was a little sore.

What’s happening in front of you is far less relaxed than what you said to your boss. Many doctors in the south resign directly and said they would not be on the front line. This is also true.

"Well, then you'll feel relieved." Huang Lao said, "The tea is cold when people leave, and the rest depends on how much Zhou Congwen can do it himself."

"That kid is very powerful, don't worry about him." Deng Ming grinned, "And his temper never suffers from it. You didn't see that Zhou Congwen went to change clothes when he was in Wellington. When he heard that Miyamoto questioned your surgery, he went up and beat him without saying a word."

"Only we believe in foreigners' practice of moral education and other things. It's right to do it, but it has to be divided into occasions, such as... hahaha, I won't talk about this." Mr. Huang was about to instill values, but he subconsciously stopped.

"The time is almost over, and there are still a few minutes left. Let's go to the new hospital to see it. The country has developed well in recent years. If it were changed to the past, it would be so easy to build a negative pressure hospital."

"Boss, I would recommend that you take a nap and sleep for eight hours."

"I'm older and I still have something to do in my heart, how can I sleep?"

Mr. Huang slowly stood up, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, and habitually tidied up his clothes, looking out the window.

Deng Ming's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and took a look, and smiled bitterly.

"Who?" Old Huang asked indifferently as he looked at the traffic and fireworks outside the window.

"It's Brother Liu."

As he said that, Deng Ming answered the phone when he saw that the boss didn't speak.

"Deng Ming, I heard that something is happening in China. Where are you and the boss?" The person across the phone asked anxiously.

"The new hospital has been built, and the boss and I are ready to go to the front line." Deng Ming said calmly, "How are you doing in Cleveland? You have had some exchanges with foreign countries recently, but you haven't seen you."
Chapter completed!