Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

But he was right.

The most famous department of Zhicheng Central Hospital is thoracic surgery. To put it more accurately, it is only known by Jiang Beiyuan.

The latter is clever in medical skills, indifferent, and with a good appearance, it can always attract so many people here.

There is even a group of people who always feel that even if they are not sick, being able to be seen by Doctor Jiang is a great gift.

"Okay, okay, the content of today's morning meeting, in addition to the tumor surgery just now, is more important than the study of non-local lung diseases."

Wang Shuang cleared his throat and said, turned on the projector, so that the big guys looked at the screen.

Several people whispered to the examples on the screen, and they have to say that cases of end-stage lung disease like this are indeed difficult.

Wang Shuang smiled, "As everyone knows, there are three and one out of three surgeries on our chest. The operations are difficult, traumatic, risky, and have many complications. Recently, the hospital admitted several patients with alveolar cell carcinoma and severe bronchiectasis. However, as an authoritative expert in lung transplantation, Dr. Jiang, now let Dr. Jiang share his work experience so that the big guys can advise."

I was @ again.

The person involved, Jiang Beiyuan, put his hands on the back of his head, and his voice was lazy, "I don't have much experience, it depends on talent."

amount……

Everyone: "..."

Wang Shuang's face was a little uncontrollable, and his smile was a little stiff, "Apart from talent, what else? Doctor Jiang would say more, such as clinical experience, so that other doctors can learn from it."

Jiang Beiyuan has no expression on his face, his voice is cool, but his tone is stern and outstanding, "It depends on talent."

Everyone: "..."

Wang Shuang tweeted awkwardly, and could only justify himself, "Doctor Jiang is right. To be a doctor depends on talent. You only have a lot of passion. If you don’t have talent, you can’t do it. It’s like some people are smart and don’t need to learn. You can get 100 points in the test. Some people are born with stupid brains and can't learn how to learn. The truth is the same."

Because of Jiang Beiyuan's concise and concise speech, the meeting was over in less than ten minutes, and Dr. Jiang got up and left.

This guy came the latest, but was the fastest one.

As soon as he returned to the treatment room, Wang Shuang broke into the house, aggressively!

"Jiang Beiyuan, in front of so many people, can't your kid give me some face?!"

"I didn't give it."

He spoke lightly, unbuttoning the white coat in front of him.

Wang Shuang had an old blood stalk in his throat, and he could spit out two or two in the next second, "What kind of face is you? I will let you talk about experience, what talent do you say, how can you be so perfunctory? "

Jiang Beiyuan didn't take it seriously, and took a look and sent it over: "If you do less formalism and do two more operations, you may be the dean now."

Wang Shuang choked heavily!

He has been working in the central hospital for ten years, and he has been wandering in the position of director, not getting higher.

It is the pain in Wang Shuang's heart not to be the dean. Everyone knows that no one dared to say it. Only Jiang Beiyuan dared to use the word Zhuji, and pierced the heart with a sharp knife.

"Okay, okay, you kid demolished my desk, I'll settle this account with you slowly...Don't talk about this, did you see the top of the hospital forum? Who was the girl you carried yesterday?! "

"Is it related to you?"

Jiang Beiyuan didn't seem to be going to answer this question, and hung the white coat that he took off on the hanger next to him.

Wang Shuang: "I am the director of the entire department, and I have the right to care about the private lives of doctors! As a doctor, if your private life is disordered, how can you be responsible for your patients?"

"Use this kind of remarks to press me down." Jiang Beiyuan smiled, and the brilliant smile made Wang Shuang, a man in his forties, ran into the deer.

In the next second, I listened to this man softly speaking again, "I said it was my wife, what can you do?"

"You, your kid, are actually married!"

The department is rumoring that Jiang Beiyuan is married, and no one believes it.

Wang Shuang didn't believe it either.

He always thought Jiang Beiyuan liked men.

Otherwise, she won't catch a cold to Yu Lili, a beautiful beauty and ability coexisting.

Jiang Beiyuan thought it amused, "What's wrong with the marriage? The male university should be married and the female university should be married. Who has stipulated that doctors should not get married?"

"Cheng Chengcheng, of course I can't care about your boy getting married, but—"

As soon as the conversation turned, Wang Shuang pointed to a report randomly spread out on Jiang Beiyuan's desk.

"This time your promotion essay is unqualified and must be rewritten."