Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Why, you want to see a doctor for me?" Li Ran smiled, "A thoracic surgeon taught me to see internal medicine?"

"I suspect you have stinky face syndrome."

"What? Smelly face?" Li Ran's face suddenly pulled down. Once the smile disappeared on his face, what was left was only three points of indifference, three points of ridicule, three points of indifference, and one point of contempt.

Zhou Congwen saw Li Ran's expression clearly, knew it in his heart, and nodded seriously, "The English diagnosis is called Resting Bitch Face. Generally speaking, it is born. Acquired ones are relatively rare, but if you can't laugh, it may be the problem."

"..." Li Ran looked at Zhou Congwen suspiciously.

"In a relaxed, rested situation, expressions of anger, annoyance, contempt, etc. appear unconsciously on the face. Is this the case with you?"

"Uh, how do you know? I used to laugh a lot before this happened." Li Ran was surprised.

"Being rubbed on the ground by the society, I can't justify it. After you are thrown into the medical department, you still have to carry the name of doing your best. I can't laugh at it." Zhou Congwen patted Li Ran on the shoulder to comfort him.

Li Ran's expressions are richer, but most of them are negative expressions, which make people feel sad when they look at them.

"It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter." Zhou Congwen smiled, "There are many patients with the natural smelly face syndrome, and it doesn't affect anything. Although it can't be cured, just remember to smile often."

Li Ran stared at Zhou Congwen in a daze. The diagnosis of natural smelly face syndrome was not mentioned in the medical certificate. Is Zhou Congwen joking with him or is he telling the truth?

I guess it was a joke.

Zhou Congwen took out the percussion hammer from the pocket of his white suit, and began to give Li Ran a simple physical examination.There are no positive signs in the nervous system, and it is estimated that it is caused by psychological problems.

"Relax, that's how society is, there's nothing you can do about it." Zhou Congwen comforted him calmly.

After leaving the medical department, Zhou Congwen felt calm.

Not only hospitals, but the entire human society is like this. If young people want to stand out and not take the blame, they need not only talent, but also extremely high luck.

Obviously, Li Ran was unlucky, and was kicked by the director to the medical department after arguing with reason.

But he didn't think too much about it. This kind of thing is the most common, but it's completely useless to feel pity in his heart.In the previous life, where did I have the mood to pity Li Ran, my own affairs were enough for me to worry about.

Taking an incision bag from Corey, Zhou Congwen packed the leftover thread from yesterday's operation.

It was already noon, Zhou Congwen did not go home directly, but went to the market to buy a piece of meat.

When passing Chunxiao Sports Lottery, Zhou Congwen saw a group of old men sitting at the door chatting loudly.I can vaguely hear them talking about the upcoming World Cup, arguing about the inhumane handicap and sports betting in Macau.

Wang Zhiquan was sitting on the floor smoking a cigarette with his greasy half bald head on his face. He was drooling while talking, and he didn't see Zhou Congwen at all.

In 2002, many people took time off work, and frequent absenteeism like Wang Zhiquan was very common.Zhou Congwen ignored him, and went to the market to buy two catties of meat with skin on, hands behind his back and bowed.

After returning home, Zhou Congwen put the meat on the cutting board on the desk as rigorously and respectfully as if he was treating the general teacher.

As he stood in front of the desk, his whole demeanor changed.

The slightly old-fashioned figure before disappeared, like a peerless swordsman facing a death fight, his whole body was as sharp as a sword.The sword light didn't spill out, and it was restrained and reserved with the confidence to sweep the world.

Zhou Congwen put on sterile gloves, concentrated on installing the blade on the handle of the knife, brushed his fingers over the meat on the cutting board, and moved slowly, as if he was stroking his lover's hand, reluctant to part.

Time ticked by, and gradually the sun set, and the fiery red light elongated Zhou Congwen's figure, falling on the ground and the wall.

……

……

The days passed peacefully like running water.

On May 5, Zhou Congwen was on duty.

"Shen Lang, can you help me for a while tonight?" Zhou Congwen said to another doctor in the department.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lang asked.

"The World Cup is about to start, and I want to watch a game. Please go to the village some other day to make skewers." Zhou Congwen didn't hide anything, and told the truth.

"Okay." Shen Lang smiled, "You bought the Chinese team to win?"

"No, if I buy it, I'll buy the Chinese team and lose. It's a huge profit, and for ten or twenty years...it's more than going to work."

Shen Lang punched Zhou Congwen, thinking that this sentence was a joke.

In 2002, there was really gold everywhere. Just buying men’s football and losing a game would give you wealth and freedom, Zhou Congwen thought with a smile.

At this time, some people seemed to say that Milu was a liar, but no one thought that this was the brightest moment of men's football.And those who condemn Milu don't know whether they will miss the current World Cup and the peak moment of men's football.

After get off work, Zhou Congwen was not in a hurry, Shen Lang went home for dinner and arrived at the hospital on time at 7 o'clock.

The reason why Zhou Congwen brushed his face to watch the football was not because he loved football so much.A doctor, a doctor who works 5000 hours a year, doesn't deserve any hobbies.

Because Wang Zhiquan performed the YD ultrasound examination for Dr. Zhou 8 years earlier, Zhou Congwen was worried about unexpected situations in the World Cup.

He is a little worried about his more than 6000 million yuan. Although he can still live well without this money, it is still inconvenient.

Shen Lang came to take over, Zhou Congwen changed his clothes and walked out of the hospital with his hands behind his back, and came to Chunxiao lottery shop.

A group of old men were carrying Harbin beers shirtless, and Wang Zhiquan was also there, staring at the TV and watching the opening ceremony with eyes like a dog that hasn't eaten shit for three days seeing a steaming bubble.

"Boss, is sports lottery still on sale?" Zhou Congwen walked over and asked the boss.

"Which game?"

"Single game, France vs Senegal."

"Sell, but the printing speed is very slow, don't worry, maybe you haven't finished playing the lottery ticket after the game." The boss looked at the TV and said absent-mindedly.

"fine."

"It's okay? I don't refund or exchange here, and I'm willing to admit defeat."

"I know, buy Senegal for 2 yuan to win." Zhou Congwen took out a five-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the boss.

"..." The boss looked at Zhou Congwen like an idiot.

"Participation is the most important thing, a small gamble is fun." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"You...you really focus on participation." The boss thought that Zhou Congwen would buy at least 800 yuan lottery tickets like everyone else, but he didn't expect this young man to only buy one.

Gee.

"Zhou Congwen, you bastard!"

Chapter 0045 That Little Butterfly

Wang Zhiquan's voice came from behind, it didn't look like a shrew swearing at the street, nor did it seem like a Northeast person just picked up a brick behind his head and hit the head with a brick.

At this time, Wang Zhiquan looked like a daily teddy, standing far behind Zhou Congwen, yelling and cursing.The distance was very far, and Wang Zhiquan seemed to be afraid of Zhou Congwen, and he didn't even dare to approach him.

"Hehe, young man, do you have a problem with Zhiquan?" the owner of Chunxiao Sports Lottery asked Youyou.

"It's not a holiday." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

The boss narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Congwen carefully.

"I wanted to beat him up and send me to public security detention. A friend came out these few days. I'll see if I can pick him up. The sense of ceremony is very important." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"What happened to your friend?" The boss's eyes were full of curiosity.

"A few years ago, there was a robbery case on the 5th road, do you remember? The incident where 4 robbers were killed."

"I... wipe..." The boss's hair stood on end.

Three years ago, a group of young people robbed the No. 3 passenger car that stopped at the beck and call.

In the end, some people couldn't stand it anymore and violently attacked. Four of them were killed, and one was seriously injured, and it was said that he seemed to be disabled.The young man who fought back had a mysterious background, how could he... The smile on the boss's face was somewhat sincere.

"Young man, your name is Zhou Congwen?"

"Ah."

"It can't be bragging." The boss said with a smile, "Can that person be released? Besides, even if he is released, he cannot be in a place of public security detention."

"Isn't it difficult to share, the sense of ritual is the most important thing." Zhou Congwen talked nonsense, and took the hot lottery ticket from the boss.

Anyway, instead of explaining the illness to the patient, and casual gossip is not a crime of shooting, Zhou Congwen took the lottery ticket with a smile and sat down at random, watching TV with his legs crossed.

He doesn't care about Wang Zhiquan's provocation at all, it's just a teddy, and he thinks he can really go crazy?

The room of the lottery station is small, with two rows of hard plastic chairs in the hospital corridor.There was a small door at the back, and shouting and cursing came from behind the curtain.

That's a place for peripheral spinach, Zhou Congwen knows.

It is difficult for lottery shops to make money, so the bosses take advantage of the right time and place and engage in some peripherals. This is the reason why lottery shops can survive.

As for whether there are usurers in the room inside, you can think about it with your toenails.

Although this thing is called financial innovation in later generations, its essence is to make people sell their sons and daughters.

"Dude, did you buy Senegal?" A middle-aged man beside him asked in surprise.

"Well, the legendary French second team." Zhou Congwen laughed.

"You have a lot of money and no place to spend it. Two dollars is money. Why waste it like this?"

"Hahaha, Brother Zhiquan is right. You are an idiot. Buy Senegal to win? If you change the money into steel coins and throw it into the water, you can still see a splash."

"You're not here for charity, are you?"

Zhou Congwen glanced at the people around him, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

"Brother Zhiquan, who is he?" A young man asked with his arms around Wang Zhiquan's shoulder, holding a beer in his hand.

"My dad has a useless little doctor, a bitch." Wang Zhiquan barked from a distance.

"Don't cause trouble on my site, if you want to fight, go out and fight." The boss stopped Wang Zhiquan.He wasn't sure if Zhou Congwen really knew the strong man who was against the sky, but Wang Zhiquan was playing in the back room, and the boss didn't know him well.

Zhou Congwen didn't care about Wang Zhiquan's barking at all. He watched TV with a smile. The stadium in Seoul was very lively. The World Cup held every four years attracted enough attention.

I don't know how many people returned to their hometowns in this feast, and how many people went bankrupt.

"That idiot bought Senegal to win."

"Things without brains, otherwise my dad would not look down on him. He is good, and everyone says that my dad looks down on him because he doesn't drink." Wang Zhiquan looked at Zhou Congwen contemptuously, using what Zhou Congwen could hear the voice said.

"There is no surgeon who can't drink, stop making trouble. I heard people say that the more you drink, the better your surgery will be. The more difficult the surgery, the more you need to drink. Wu Song still drinks when he fights a tiger. Am I right."

"That's right. It's not like that idiot who gets drunk after a glass of wine."

Wang Zhiquan vented his dissatisfaction with Zhou Congwen cursingly, and soon, the match started with the referee's whistle.

This game was later known as the contest between the French first team and the French second team.

After many years, more and more French naturalized players will directly become the black team, which is a later story.

“Among the Senegalese, I am the most French; among the French, I am the most Senegalese.” Senegal’s first president and poet Senghor once said.

Of the 23 players in the Senegalese team, 21 are playing for French clubs; of the players in the French team, only 5 are playing for local clubs.

It can even be said that the Senegal team is more French than the French team.Senegal's French coach Metsu said: "Our confrontation is like a French team against a French immigrant team. We are the mainstream."

This is a very interesting game, it travels through time and space like a mirror, reflecting the future.

The Sangam Stadium in Seoul was full of seats, and there were many people cheering for the French team, just like a small lottery station.

But No. 29'19 Diop's goal strangled everyone's neck.

Zhou Congwen didn't know when Diop scored in his previous life. He didn't love football crazily.

Zhou Congwen was more apprehensive than the others. He was afraid that the world timeline would be deviated because of his arrival, as if Wang Zhiquan's disgusting behavior had been advanced by 8 years.

But all worries were superfluous. Zhou Congwen felt relieved when the final whistle blew.

France VS Senegal, 0:1, same as before.

It is estimated that I am still just a little butterfly, unable to influence the timeline of the chaotic world at all, and can only make some changes to the people around me.

Thinking of this, Zhou Congwen showed a smile on his face.

This is good, it is estimated that 6000 million will not die after a night of sleep.

"Brother, your eyes are bright!" The owner of Chunxiao Sports Lottery has been observing Zhou Congwen, and when the game is over, he comes up to say hello.

The one who buys Senegal to win must be lucky, no need to think about it.People who buy lottery tickets and do peripheral work believe that luck is strength.

"Hehe, it's just luck." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"Who do you want to buy for tomorrow's game?" the boss asked.

"I'm not interested in football, nor in buying lottery tickets." Zhou Congwen said truthfully.

Chapter 0046