Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Professor Zhou, don't be too sad." Xiao Kai warned, "I can't say anything about it, but as a doctor, we have seen a lot of life and death, and to put it bluntly, everyone has such a day."

Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Kai.

With Xiao Kai on his back, Zhou Congwen's eyes were piercing and murderous.

But he continued to bite the bullet and said, "Professor Zhou, I advise you to follow Huang Lao's wishes. After all, at such an old age... I have seen one operation a few years ago."

"The technical ability of our 912 is considered the ceiling in China. With so many big hands on stage, Mr. Huang took the lead. He still did it for 5 and a half hours, and he bled 4000 milliliters." Xiao Kai sighed, "Mr. Huang is getting old. I can't stand such a toss."

"Professor Zhou, your level must exceed 912, but after all, it is an objective law, so you should be cautious. Otherwise, Mr. Huang's bleeding was more than 2000 milliliters. He is so old, what should he do if he is in the ICU after surgery?"

Chapter 1627 Alive (Final Chapter)

Xiao Kai's thoughts are also the thoughts of most people.

Poverty can limit imagination, but the limitations of the times can limit imagination even more.

Standing at the end of the first decade of the 21st century, aortic arch dissecting aneurysm and elephant trunk with three ruptured arteries are the most difficult operations in cardiothoracic surgery, even in general provincial tertiary hospitals.

What's more, Huang Lao is still an old man in his 80s with loess buried up to his neck.

It is not uncommon for elderly people to laugh three times and die directly on weekdays. Once there is a disturbance, things will go into an unpredictable abyss.

This is a common practice of doing bad things with good intentions.

Surgery can indeed be cured, and aortic dissection is not a malignant tumor.However, whether the operation can be successful, and whether Huang Lao can survive the dangerous period after the operation are all questions.

The greatest probability is that he suffered a crime and the person has not been retained.

In fact, aortic dissection is not the most common cause of death. In addition to tumors, myocardial infarction, and cerebral infarction, the last fracture in life is the most common.

If you are a young person, you can just lie down for two or three months, but if you are an elderly person, the fatality rate of hip fractures such as femoral neck fractures and intertrochanteric fractures is as high as 50%.

Xiao Kai thought so, and Liu Wuyan and Shen Tianci, who were rushing back, also thought in general.

The two were attending an academic conference in California. When they heard the news, Liu Wuyan was giving a lecture, but Shen Tianci interrupted him violently, and dragged Liu Wuyan straight to the airport.

Although they knew that there would be such a day, no one thought that this day would come so suddenly.

The two giants of cardiothoracic surgery were silent all the way.

The dissecting aneurysm of the aortic arch tore three blood vessel branches... This disease is almost equivalent to the death talisman of Hades, and the bull's head and horse face are already standing beside the boss's hospital bed.

No matter how high the level of the two is, they have done hundreds of similar operations, and at this moment, thinking of the situation of the boss, they dare not go on stage.

But the boss is dead if he doesn't appear on stage.

On stage, there is no guarantee of survival.

This is a paradox.

It was not until he got on the plane that Shen Tianci sighed heavily.

"Boss Liu, leave this matter to Zhou Congwen."

Liu Wuyan also thought so.

When it comes to surgery, Zhou Congwen is the one who does the best.

Although neither Liu Wuyan nor Shen Tianci would say that on weekdays, when it came to the final choice, they could only admit it very "cowardly".

After all, given his age, Zhou Congwen is in his prime.

The most incomprehensible thing is that Zhou Congwen's clinical experience is so rich that he doesn't look like a young man at all.

……

……

On 912, Zhou Congwen sat quietly in front of Huang Lao's hospital bed.

Mr. Huang had been asleep for some time, Zhou Congwen was watching the ECG monitoring, with all kinds of emergency medicine and various equipment beside him.

However, the boss didn't add trouble to Zhou Congwen. What he imagined could happen—the rupture of the aortic dissection when he turned over while sleeping didn't happen.

The values ​​displayed on Huang Lao's ECG monitoring were very stable, as if he was not sick.

Zhou Congwen looked at his boss in a daze, and sometimes he stared at the system tasks in a daze, feeling tired.

Is this fate?

I was always just an ant.

After an unknown amount of time, Huang Laoyou woke up.

Opening his eyes, Mr. Huang saw Zhou Congwen sitting by the bed, he smiled slightly, "Zhou Congwen, help me up."

Zhou Congwen did not refuse.

It is said that lying down is worse than being comfortable, but lying down for too long after surgery is a special suffering.

This is part of clinical experience, Zhou Congwen is very clear.

He helped his boss to sit up, staring at the monitor screen from the corner of his eyes.

"Has anyone from the Chinese Academy of Sciences come?" Mr. Huang asked after sitting up.

Speaking of this, Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes, his eyes were like the light of a knife, full of blood and murderous aura.

Huang Lao raised his hand and patted the back of Zhou Congwen's hand, and said gently, "The brain is difficult to preserve, and my clinical experience and memory for so many years are always more useful. This is what I agreed with Xiao Luo's research team at the Chinese Academy of Sciences long ago. Yes, don't be messed up then."

Zhou Congwen frowned, did not nod, but did not say "no".

"Einstein's brain tissue is in the United States. Although I am not a scientist, I will count as much as I can keep in the end, and I will also shine the last light for human progress."

As Huang Lao said, he looked at Zhou Congwen and saw that his youthful face had lost the immaturity of the past, and Zhou Congwen had grown up before he knew it. He was very pleased and patted the back of Zhou Congwen's hand to express his comfort.

"I've read a book, it's very interesting, let me tell you about it." Huang Lao said with a smile,

"Where are we going?

Go forward

Where is the front?

I will reveal a big secret to you. This is the oldest joke of mankind. Wherever you go, you are going forward. "

Zhou Congwen sighed. He has also read this book by Milan Kundera, but these words are similar to what the proprietress said before that she was as persistent as a ghost, and they were all Zen-style words.

I am a natural scientist, and so is my boss, but he...

Wherever you go, you always go forward. This kind of idealistic statement comes from the boss, which sounds very weird.

"I know you're slandering me, an old man, for being an old fool, so I'll tell you a secret." Elder Huang said in good spirits.

Zhou Congwen saw that his boss was in good spirits. He knew that the disease was just like this. He took analgesics and controlled blood pressure. In a short time, the patient looked like a normal person.

He wanted the boss to sleep more, but after thinking about it, he still didn't speak.

Every sentence may be the last sentence, so you should cherish it.

"I had a very good relationship with Mr. Qian back then."

"Boss." Zhou Congwen couldn't help complaining, "Sometimes you are called Xuesen, and sometimes you are called Qianlao."

"You kid, as long as you know what's going on." Huang Lao didn't move, he expressed his dissatisfaction with Zhou Congwen with his eyes.

"Nearly 30 years ago, Mr. Qian proposed human science, saying that this is the general direction of the future."

Zhou Congwen was taken aback.

He knew about it.

The qigong craze in the 80s and 90s of the last century originated from the human body science that Qian Lao said.

This is not a trivial matter, and it can even be said to be a major event that opened up the world.

It's just the last chicken feather, and I haven't seen the slightest change.

But no income does not mean that Qian Xuesen is always wrong. Who knows how many experiments have been done under the water, and whether the technology tree has been lit.

The words "strategic scientist" are heavier than most people realize, and Zhou Congwen never underestimates this.

"There are many things that are classified and cannot be told to you." Huang Lao said with a smile, "For us, we still have to dedicate ourselves to scientific research in the end. Zhou Congwen, are you interested in money and beautiful women?"

"It's okay, I'm not very interested." Zhou Congwen said frankly.

"After another ten years, you will find that it is really boring, like chewing wax." Huang Lao said, "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. Tao is what we want to pursue."

Zhou Congwen sighed.

The boss was still filling himself with chicken soup for the last time, didn't he feel tired?

"Boss, it's not a good thing to say. You can say whatever you want in normal times. I don't care if I hear it tomorrow morning. Now... Hurry up."

"I'm okay, I have time." Mr. Huang knew what Zhou Congwen said. He raised his hand, put his right hand on the left radial artery, and said softly after a few seconds, "I leave you the most precious inheritance. After I leave, you will join the research team. I have already applied for this three months ago, and it was approved."

"..." Zhou Congwen was taken aback.

"Mr. Qian is not in good health, but fortunately, he has successors." Huang Lao said lightly, "As for me, I have to make plans as soon as possible. After you join the group, you must be humble and cautious. Every word and deed will be..."

"Technology tree?"

Seeing the boss pondering, Zhou Congwen reminded him.

When he said these three words, Zhou Congwen's heart throbbed.

"Yes, the technology tree." Huang Lao said, "If you are a little careless, click on the wrong technology tree and waste a lot of manpower and material resources. It's a trivial matter. If you make a wrong step, it's like the difference between binary and ternary in the computer field."

Zhou Congwen nodded. He knew that there were too many similar cases when the United States and the Soviet Union were fighting for hegemony.

However, there were many reasons that led to the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and it was not simply the wrong technology tree.From Zhou Congwen's point of view, it doesn't matter who's technology tree is wrong.

Is it just that I want to join that group and become a strategic scientist?

This made Zhou Congwen palpitate.

"Don't talk too much, just talk about what is related to us." Huang Laodao, "The limit of human beings is here, and this is independent of human will. Don't talk about anything else, just talk about medicine. How many people are there who can see them from the thick to the thin, and then from the thin to the thick?"

Zhou Congwen was stunned, he looked at the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

What the boss said is his biggest secret!

Hang up!

Existing medicine is complicated to a certain extent, and the reason why there are few doctors who specialize in all specialties is that the more research the more detailed.

It will take decades to learn all the things studied by the predecessors, and the best time for the human body to learn, research, and break through has just passed.

This is very helpless.

But it doesn't count as cheating, it's like your own system.

Zhou Congwen's heartbeat accelerated, and he looked at his boss strangely.

Mr. Huang didn't seem to notice the change in Zhou Congwen's face. He continued to say calmly, "This research does not belong to us, and there are also differences. Ronaldinho and the others believe in artificial intelligence, but I don't."

"Don't laugh at me as an old guy. My understanding of artificial intelligence is no worse than yours. But I am always worried about putting my life in the hands of artificial intelligence."

"The specific direction of the future is up to you to choose, Zhou Congwen."

Inheriting the mantle, Zhou Congwen knew that his boss was entrusting himself with the unfinished work that he had studied all his life.

only……

Zhou Congwen's eyes fell on the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision, his heart palpitations.

"Boss, are you talking about a learning system? A learning system that allows medical students to acquire more knowledge in a short period of time and make breakthroughs in the future?" Zhou Congwen asked tentatively.

"I don't know the details." Huang Lao shook his head, a little confused, "A lot of things can only be understood but not expressed, and I don't know how much you can feel."

Zhou Congwen checked his words and saw that his boss's expression hadn't changed at all, and he was even slightly confused. It didn't look like he knew that he was wearing a cheat and had traveled through it once.

"Now, in the primary stage of socialism, there are places where money is used everywhere." Huang Lao suddenly changed the subject and said, "There is very little investment in medical care, and we as doctors suffer from splint gas."

"I still have to dance lightly while wearing shackles, otherwise what's the use of you."

"I know you always tell Deng Ming that now is the 1.0 era of medical disputes, and there will be 2.0 and 3.0 eras in the future."

"This is a contradiction, the trolley problem. But have you ever thought about what to do if the tram is gone and only problems remain?"

Zhou Congwen silently listened to his boss instilling values ​​into himself for the "last" time.

Zhou Congwen never thought about these speculative matters. He was alone and could not change anything.

But this is what the boss has been pursuing all his life.