Back in 2002 as a doctor

Situations like this are a pain in the ass.

At that moment, at this moment.

But it was a cold, Zhao always had small nodules and burrs in front of his lungs, it was probably lung cancer!Zhou Congwen did a little too much! !

Li Qinghua looked into Zhou Congwen's eyes in confusion, trying to find out his real intention.

Mr. Zhao was a little upset just now, and he just asked about the medical history and didn't have a physical examination.Zhou Congwen looked calm, but he was unwilling to continue to say "bad things", and chose what he liked to hear.

Li Qinghua sighed, it seemed like this was the only way to go.But the film is right in front of my eyes... Forget it, I keep it for Mr. Zhao, and I will urge him to review it in 3-6 months.

Seems to improve connection too.

However, it seems that the matter of promoting the group company's medical examination will be delayed for a while, and it is very helpless.

"Look, what did I say." Mr. Zhao looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile and said, "It's okay."

"But Mr. Zhao won't be able to continue running half marathons in the future."

"..."

"..."

Mr. Zhao and Li Qinghua were startled for a moment.

"When you get older, your body will always be unable to keep up, so reduce the amount of exercise appropriately." Zhou Congwen said lightly, "If this continues, the body will not be able to bear it. Exercise does not bring benefits, only harm."

"..."

Li Qinghua thought that Zhou Congwen was intimidated, so he said something nice.

totally unexpected!

This is... really ugly.

Chapter 0276 Shen Lang's Persistence

"How do you talk?" Mr. Zhao suddenly stood up, looked at Zhou Congwen coldly and said.

"Generally speaking, it is not people who are most prone to this kind of situation, but horses, race-level horses." Zhou Congwen continued.

Li Qinghua's face suddenly became ugly.

Zhou Congwen's words were a bit harsh. He...could it be possible that he went to the meeting alone, suffered some grievances at the People's Hospital, and came back to vent his temper on himself.

It was a bit too much, Li Qinghua took a deep breath, trying to calm down his anger.

"To put it simply, Mr. Zhao's problem is called exercise-induced pulmonary hemorrhage or exercise-induced pulmonary edema in medicine. The most common one is the horses in horse racing. You can..."

Zhou Congwen was about to talk about looking it up online, but just as he said it, he realized that it was only 2002.

The whole country is basically using telephone lines to surf the Internet, and those who can surf the Internet are all "trend-seekers".

I searched online and found that this word that would be extremely disgusting to doctors in the future is so far away that it even makes people look forward to it.

Slightly absent-minded, Zhou Congwen shook his head, smiled and looked into Mr. Zhao's eyes, "Induced pulmonary hemorrhage is also often seen in human aerobic exercise athletes, including marathon runners, triathletes, cyclists and swimmers."

Mr. Zhao was startled, Zhou Congwen's eyes were clear and his words were smooth, he probably didn't mean to ridicule himself.

But what induced pulmonary hemorrhage... sounds too weird, it's hard to accept.

"A few years ago, there was news that an Australian triathlete coughed up blood during exercise. I don't know if Mr. Zhao has any impression."

Mr. Zhao and Li Qinghua shook their heads.

Zhou Congwen can't do anything about it, he can't check information online yet.At this moment, he missed that messy internet very much.

"Induced pulmonary hemorrhage is most likely due to the high cardiac output and vascular pressure required to maintain metabolism during maximal strenuous exercise. Abnormal intravascular and extravascular pressure changes during exercise are thought to result in rupture of alveolar capillaries."

"I guess that the ground-glass opacity in your lungs in the past few years should be bleeding. After a period of rest, the bleeding will be absorbed by the body itself, so it will disappear."

"Mr. Zhao's memory is correct. Bleeding does not necessarily occur repeatedly at a certain location. It is understandable that the location this time is different from last time."

Zhou Congwen finished speaking quickly, picked up a pen from Li Qinghua's desk, and wrote on the medical record paper.

Mr. Zhao looked at Li Qinghua, and saw that Li Qinghua also looked confused, and felt that Zhou Congwen was a little unreliable.

"Here, I'm afraid you won't remember, I wrote a medical record." Zhou Congwen handed the paper to Mr. Zhao, "It's best to get a bronchoscopy, but Jianghai City hasn't carried out this check yet, I suggest going to the Imperial Capital, at least Also go to the provincial capital."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, "Director Li, you can arrange it no matter where it is, right?"

Li Qinghua nodded.

He saw that Zhou Congwen said that the nose is the nose and the eyes are the eyes, but from a professional point of view, he was completely unaware of the existence of this disease.

According to Zhou Congwen's words, it could also explain the "disappearing" small pulmonary nodules, but after deliberation, Li Qinghua finally denied Zhou Congwen's diagnosis, thinking that Mr. Zhao had memory problems.

"I'll go first if it's okay?" Zhou Congwen said in a questioning tone.

Li Qinghua had mixed feelings, these were the words that Zhou Congwen most resembled a junior doctor since he came in.In his previous behavior, he vaguely thought that Zhou Congwen was the director, and he was just a small doctor.

Looking at the back of Zhou Congwen leaving, Mr. Zhao asked suspiciously, "Director Li, this is..."

"Mr. Zhao, although I don't agree with Dr. Zhou's diagnosis, let's go back to the very beginning." Li Qinghua calmed down, with a warm smile on his face again, "I still insist on further diagnosis. I'm familiar with Professor Chen in the provincial capital, why don't we go over there and have a look?"

Is it the provincial capital?

It doesn't seem far away either.

It takes 3 to 4 hours to take the green leather train, but the expressway has been opened, and if you run there, you can get there in more than an hour.

Mr. Zhao hesitated. In his opinion, a small nodule that once disappeared will disappear again.Is it that important to see or not?

"Just in case..."

Li Qinghua kept persuading, at this time Zhou Congwen had already arrived at the doctor's office, and saw Shen Lang scratching something on the manuscript paper.

Persuading people who are either rich or noble is not what Zhou Congwen is good at. He is better at being asked to do things by others.

So Zhou Congwen couldn't feel Li Qinghua's troubles.

"Congwen, you're back, the People's Hospital didn't make it difficult for you, right?" Shen Lang immediately stuffed the manuscript paper into the drawer, and did not forget to lock the drawer in the end.

Zhou Congwen is so interested in his manuscript that he must not let this guy see it.Shen Lang has his own simple views, and he practices them without hesitation.

"Forget it, the People's Hospital has a power outage today." Zhou Congwen sat down on the chair, leaned back, and said weakly.

"Power outage? I'll go! Why is there a power outage in the hospital?" Shen Lang was shocked.

The gossip was so big that Shen Lang's brain couldn't keep up.

"Water and electricity stopped together, who knows what went wrong."

"What happened next?" Shen Lang became interested.

"The backup battery only lasted for less than an hour, and there was no call when I left."

"What about the intensive care unit?"

"I don't know." Zhou Congwen folded his flat head with his right hand, rustling, "It is estimated that the patients who can be forced to go offline first, and those who can't go offline will pinch the ball. The whole hospital will go to support, and everyone will change shifts." Squeeze the ball. Then the dean went to the power department and called as soon as possible."

"..." As soon as Shen Lang remembered that the hospital had a power outage, many patients in the intensive care unit of the People's Hospital who were on ventilators couldn't help but get dilated, and even forgot the topic he had with Zhou Congwen at the beginning.

"Where's the operating room?" Shen Lang continued to ask, "Shouldn't the surgery just be done with stitches?"

"Hurry up and do it, what should I do?" Zhou Congwen said, "Fortunately, it's the weekend, there is no emergency room, and nothing happened."

"Oh oh oh, it's good that nothing happened."

"What new article are you thinking about?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"It's nothing..." Shen Lang said with some frustration.

"What's your expression like?"

"Congwen, to be honest, I feel that the articles written in the world of science fiction are not as good as my writing, but why can't the grids I climbed be caught by the editor's eyes." Shen Lang said distressedly, and he plucked his hair while talking.

"Shen Lang, you are a doctor, don't think about these useless things." Zhou Congwen said seriously.

Li Qinghua is expanding the source of patients in the chest department. Today's chest department is completely different from the previous chest department.What Shen Lang did was like being a traitor before the devils surrendered in 1945.

"No, I must see my articles printed in type." Shen Lang said firmly.

"Spend money, buy a version number, and print it into a book yourself. Many people do this, just like we spend money to publish articles to get promoted." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

Chapter 0277 Shen Lang's Persistence

"What are you talking about!" Shen Lang raised his foot and kicked Zhou Congwen's chair leg.

"I'm telling the truth." Zhou Congwen said helplessly, "Don't you see that many people spend their own money to realize their dreams..."

"I'm not that kind of person. I want to write a book that can be published!" Shen Lang was touched by Zhou Congwen, and he, who was always gentle, turned red and said angrily.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Zhou Congwen sighed.

Shen Lang is so persistent, he doesn't know how far he can go.But what he missed was a period of rapid development of chest surgery.

"At first glance, you are just perfunctory to me, let alone you, I don't even believe that there will be such a day." Shen Lang said dejectedly.

"No way, look at my eyes, how sincere they are." Zhou Congwen smiled, "You don't let me read your manuscript, how can I know how well you write. How about this, I will be your first reader .Let me tell you, I am a regular reader, and I have read all about Tiger Dynasty and Zichuan."

"Huh? You still have this hobby?" Shen Lang was puzzled.

"I have read all the books in the rental bookstore, and I have a little bit of experience."

Shen Lang was a little hesitant, wondering if he should talk to Zhou Congwen.

"You can't build a car behind closed doors, so let's refer to it together." Zhou Congwen suggested.

He suddenly became a little bit interested in what Shen Lang wrote.

Although I and Shen Lang were under the same roof in the last life, but in 2003, I went to the imperial capital to support, and I narrowly escaped death, and I was also disabled when I came back. How could I have the energy to pay attention to what an ordinary colleague was doing.

After being reborn, under the flap of his big butterfly, Li Qinghua's life trajectory has changed, will Shen Lang also change?

Zhou Congwen was more curious.

Shen Lang struggled for a long time, and then said intermittently, "I submitted a few more manuscripts to the world of science fiction, but they were all returned..."

"It's normal. There are at least 1 people across the country who contribute to the world of science fiction. Who knows what they like?" Zhou Congwen comforted with a smile. good."

Shen Lang felt compelled, knowing that Zhou Congwen was comforting himself, he sighed.

"Don't be such a bitch, tell me quickly what you plan to do."

"Do you know Shumeng?"

"Yes, I heard that Shumeng has the capital to notice and is ready to invest." Zhou Congwen smiled, and Shen Lang finally got the hang of it and was ready to write a web article.

"I read some books with high hits on the Shumeng, and many of them have been published on the other side of the strait. I think this is a way, and I am going to try it."

"Well, that's good, tell me what you want to write."

"Write about a different world!" Shen Lang's eyes lit up, and he began to chatter about his own story with Zhou Congwen.

At first he was a little shy, but after opening the chatterbox, Shen Lang couldn't shut it down anymore.

Zhou Congwen regretted it, he shouldn't waste time listening to Shen Lang tell stories.This guy has no talent for storytelling at all, and he is so verbose that he doesn't know what story he wants to tell after talking for a long time.

Shen Lang just immersed himself in the story and couldn't extricate himself. He spoke very happily and didn't pay attention to the audience's reaction at all.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Congwen finally couldn't help interrupting Shen Lang's statement.

Although it was rude, Zhou Congwen didn't want to just sleep in front of Shen Lang.If that was the case, Shen Lang might suffer even more.

"what?"

"Let me give you a suggestion." Zhou Congwen immediately searched the templates of various time-travel novels he had read in his mind, but he just wanted to remind Shen Lang, and he was not going to let this guy copy the books.

"What advice?"

"It's a good idea to write about traveling to a different continent, and I support you." Zhou Congwen was still looking for a common topic at the beginning, "But you can't go too far beyond the readers' cognition. If you describe a world that everyone can't imagine, no one will agree." There is a sense of substitution. Yes, the sense of substitution is very important.”

"Oh oh oh." Shen Lang felt that what Zhou Congwen said was right, so he wrote down the three words "a sense of substitution" on the medical record paper.

"Let me ask you, where on the current earth is similar to a foreign continent?"

Shen Lang thought for a full minute before answering, "Africa?"

"Don't you all know that it's Africa?" Zhou Congwen said, "The protagonist must have the ability to achieve a hegemony, Africa is wild and backward, let's not talk about anything else, you know the closed chest drainage, go Africa first rescued a chief, and then he was worshiped as a god."

"..." Shen Lang tried hard to think about it, but still shook his head, "No, the way you wrote it is the most disgusting pornographic style, and I will definitely not write it that way."

Zhou Congwen was speechless.