Back in 2002 as a doctor

On the morning of the third day after Zhou Congwen finished speaking, during the morning meeting, Li Qinghua brought Li Ran to Corey.

"You may know him. This is Li Ran, a new colleague from our department." Li Qinghua gave a brief introduction, and then began to lead the applause.

Although it was a little embarrassing, as long as Li Qinghua didn't feel it, it would be fine.

Li Ran was very serious, but bowed slightly with an expression of three parts indifference, three parts of ridicule, three parts of indifference, and three parts of contempt.

Smelly face syndrome is really an annoying disease, Zhou Congwen sighed looking at the expression on Li Ran's face.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that Li Ran's face that can't smile is the biggest obstacle in communicating with the patient's family.

But now the thoracic surgery department is very short of people, and I will leave next year, so I must leave Li Qinghua as a team.

The thoracic department of the Third Hospital cannot fail. Firstly, the area that Zhou Congwen is worried about covers hundreds of thousands of residents. Whether it is an emergency department or a chronic department, it will definitely be good to have such a hospital and such a thoracic department.

The second is not to give Wang Chengfa a chance to revive.

Although Li Ran is very familiar with these people in the chest department during the shift rounds, he is still very cautious when he comes to a new environment.

"Li Ran, come on duty with me these few days." Zhou Congwen said, "Familiarize yourself with the environment. It is estimated that Director Li will let you stand alone in about two weeks."

"En." Li Ran was silent, and just nodded in response.

"There is nothing special about our chest department. We call Director Li when we encounter serious emergencies. Usually, sutures and pneumothorax need to be dealt with separately." Zhou Congwen said, "Did you have a holiday during the internship?"

"I have played, but I haven't practiced for a long time." Li Ran replied honestly.

Zhou Congwen opened the drawer, took out an unsealed package of Line 7 and handed it to Li Ran.

"Let me see."

Shen Lang also came over, and said with a smile, "The lower closed drainage is very simple, you can learn it once you learn it."

"I know." Li Ran said "indifferently", the expression on his face was three points cold, three points mocking, three points indifferent, and one point of contempt so specific, as if mocking Shen Lang for talking too much.

Shen Lang was taken aback.

They are all colleagues, so what?

"Li Ran didn't do it on purpose." Zhou Congwen explained simply, "You know what happened before, and he won't laugh after that."

Shen Lang only knew Li Ran, but he was not familiar with him.

Hearing what Zhou Congwen said, he looked carefully at the three-dimensional and rich expressions on Li Ran's face, and said in surprise, "So serious?"

As he spoke, the gossip patterns in his eyes began to spin, and Zhou Congwen could vaguely feel the raging flames behind Shen Lang.

"Tie the knot." Zhou Congwen interrupted Shen Lang's gossip.

Li Ran started to tie the knot, his technique was very general, he could only say that he knew how to tie a knot, but he was stumbling, and even tied a slippery knot.

"That's not okay." Zhou Congwen said.

Shen Lang snatched the thread, so that the teacher could teach Li Ran to tie the knot.

"This is how it is here, bring your finger back, and then..." Shen Lang described a few tricks.

Li Ran watched intently, but the expression on his face was still three-point cold, three-point mocking, three-point careless, and one-point contempt, as if he was watching a clown perform.

Zhou Congwen sighed.

Smelly face syndrome is really a terminal illness in one's career. If Li Ran is like this and explains his condition to the patient's family, he might be beaten to death.

Forget it, as long as you can get an operation, that's the only way to do it.

"Here, that's it. You need to practice more. Surgery is actually nothing difficult. You are only familiar with it. You have heard the words of the oil seller." Shen Lang finished explaining.

He was very enthusiastic. Although he finished speaking, his hand was still on the seventh line.

When Shen Lang first started working, Shen Lang had countless imaginations about the future, and his various basic skills were solid, but he didn't have much opportunity to practice.

Holding hands on line [-], feeling itchy for a moment, Shen Lang explained to Li Ran while starting to tie the knot.

His technique is very skilled, his eyes are not looking at the line, and he is blind typing.

"Shen Lang, how many settlements per minute is a pass?" Li Ran asked with a serious expression.

"..." Shen Lang was startled for a moment.

How many knots in 1 minute?There is no standard for this thing.

No matter how proficient you practice offstage, there are not many opportunities to tie knots after surgery.For example, closed thoracic drainage, a necessary skill in thoracic surgery, can tie up to three knots, and generally two are enough.

As for the surgery... In the past, there were many stitches in the operation of large thoracotomy, which could be stitched layer by layer, and dozens of knots could be tied.But one is one, speed doesn't really matter.

"How many calls can you make in one minute?" Seeing that Shen Lang didn't answer, Li Ran changed the way of asking.

"I don't know, you can try it." Shen Lang replaced it with a new thread and put it on the handle of the drawer, "Li Ran, remember to count down one, two, three."

Li Ran nodded, took out his mobile phone and found the stopwatch, his expression of three points of indifference, three points of ridicule, three points of indifference, and one of contempt has never changed.Seeing that Shen Lang was getting ready, he began to count down three two one.

interesting.

Zhou Congwen put down the medical records at hand to watch Shen Lang tie the knot.

There are 1 knots in 65 minute, and a few knots slipped due to Shen Lang's pursuit of speed too much, but it can be said that the basic skills are still solid.

"Maybe it's enough for me to practice like this." Li Ran glanced at Zhou Congwen.

"Almost." Zhou Congwen nodded.

"Congwen, come and try."

Zhou Congwen shook his head.

"Come and try it, don't leave the masses after becoming a doctor in charge." Shen Lang joked with a smile, "Congwen, I estimate that you can hit 1 in a minute."

Zhou Congwen didn't ask for it when he was leading his students in his last life, and he didn't calculate how many knots he could tie in one minute.

try?Just try it.

Zhou Congwen took a No. 1.5 wire, tried the [-]mm feel, and smiled slightly.

"Three, two, one..."

Zhou Congwen started to tie the knot while Shen Lang was counting.

But when he started counting, he felt something was wrong, feeling that his mouth could not keep up with Zhou Congwen's hand.

However, Zhou Congwen's movements are rigid, giving the impression that they are not particularly fast...

After a few seconds, Shen Lang's eyes were a little dazed.

He suddenly understood that Zhou Congwen's hand speed was not unpleasant, but too regular and standard. The width and frequency of each knot seemed to be carved out of a mold, so it gave people a feeling that it had never changed.

Zhou Congwen is like a machine, the mechanical movement of knotting becomes more mechanical and cold in his hands.

When the stopwatch reached 42 seconds, Zhou Congwen stopped.

Shen Lang was startled, and asked in a daze, "162, continue!"

"One thread is finished."

Chapter 0297

"I'll go..." Shen Lang stared at the sutures full of knots and was stunned.

When practicing knotting, the front is relatively simple, and there is a large space for maneuvering.And the further back the line gets shorter, the harder it is to fight.

The back of Zhou Congwen's finished thread was so short that Shen Lang didn't even know how he made those last knots.

"Let's practice the basic skills first. We don't have many opportunities to practice on the operating table now, and we basically do laparoscopic surgery." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

Shen Lang was in a daze.

Zhou Congwen is so strong, I usually don't see it.

"Smoking a cigarette?" Zhou Congwen asked with a slight smile.

"Let's go." Shen Lang had no intention of competing for victory, so he stood up and went to the fire exit with Zhou Congwen to smoke.

"Shen Lang, are you interested in learning surgery?" Zhou Congwen came to the fire escape and asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"No." Shen Lang said firmly.

Zhou Congwen didn't see the sluggish, decadent, and negative feeling in Shen Lang, but instead saw a trace of joy.

"why?"

"I submitted a manuscript some time ago, but I haven't returned it! I haven't received a rejection until now!!" Shen Lang said excitedly, "Congwen, I guess it is very likely that I have already been hired."

"..." Zhou Congwen looked at the "young and ignorant" Shen Lang, and sighed helplessly.

The water here is too deep, Zhou Congwen didn't understand it, so he didn't say much.

People have to perfect themselves.It's not that Shen Lang has never seen thoracoscopic surgery, and he's not stupid. If he wanted to, he would have known what he could learn from himself.

But what he said just now was somewhat decisive, Zhou Congwen didn't say much.

"I hope my article can appear in the world of science fiction." Shen Lang's eyes were shining with stars.

"Didn't you ask?"

"I dare not." Shen Lang said truthfully, "Generally speaking, the manuscript will be returned in about 2-3 months. Only the editors on the first three pages will mark typos. If I proofread carefully and there are no typos, the editor will also say something. Some sentences are wrong."

"In short, we need to leave something on it, just like looking up medical records in the medical department." Zhou Congwen added.

"Yes, that's the feeling! They only read three pages!" Shen Lang took a deep breath of cigarettes, squinted his eyes and said, "I turned around and thought about it, you are right, Cong Wen."

"Which sentence?"

"The sentence that attracts people's attention with a thousand words, even if I write a small yellow text, I have to take off my pants for a thousand words, and I absolutely can't make people wait. No, I have to put on my pants for a thousand words. It's not enough to take it off."

"Pfft~" Zhou Congwen almost choked himself to death with a puff of cigarette.

"I think I can do it this time, I will do it." Shen Lang said, "It's already half the time to reject the manuscript..."

"Does it have anything to do with learning surgery?" Zhou Congwen asked puzzled.

"I like to write. You know, when you forced Director Wang to discuss difficult cases and criticize yourself, I figured it out."

"Oh?"

"Our income is low, so I can do whatever I want with this time? In order to compete for a few surgeries, I feel like a coyote who has been starving for three days and sees a rotting animal carcass, with blue eyes shining .”

"..." Zhou Congwen expressed disapproval of Shen Lang's description.

But thinking about it carefully, what Shen Lang said made a little sense.

In the previous life, I had the innate advantage of systematic operating room training, so I didn't feel anything.But if it was me back then, wouldn't I have made all the preparations and just waited for a chance?

And this opportunity is so rare that everyone is fighting for it like a "coyote".

In this process, someone will definitely be eliminated.

"But even if you can get the surgery, isn't that still a small amount of money every month? I also know that treating illnesses and saving lives is the right thing to do, but you can't treat the labor law as a fart." Shen Lang babbled.

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen smiled helplessly.

"Dean Li said, don't fucking mention the labor law, anyone who doesn't want to do it can leave. I think, our job is meaningless. You can say that Director Wang earns a lot, but how much money can be let go Talking about things in the sun?"

Shen Lang's eyes stared straight at Zhou Congwen's, as if he wanted to see Zhou Congwen's deepest thoughts.

"This is all original sin. If you don't mention it, who will bear it? So I figured it out. I'll earn some money to support myself. I'll do my job as a small doctor and I won't talk to others about it. Fight and grab, concentrate on writing the book."

Zhou Congwenpin smacked, feeling particularly unpleasant.

"If I really have such a life, I will treat you to dinner when the manuscript fee comes down! At that time, just don't use your identity as a doctor and deny me."

"How could it be?" Zhou Congwen smiled, hoping that Shen Lang could get his wish soon, otherwise when he invited himself to dinner, he might be the director and not the director of the Third Academy.

"I hope it will work." Shen Lang was full of hope.

"What if it doesn't work?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Continue to write. Anyway, I do my job as a small doctor. I work 5000 hours a year and earn a meager salary. I have a clear conscience. As for the upward path, I don't think about it."

Zhou Congwen was quite emotional.

Shen Lang, who was still helpful just now, immediately said such decisive words, which made him unacceptable.Zhou Congwen never thought about becoming a doctor, even if he was reborn and won 8000 million directly, he never thought about it.

Maybe this is love, but what I love with Shen Lang is not the same thing.

Zhou Congwen was smoking a cigarette when he heard crying in the ward.

cries...