Back in 2002 as a doctor

"I have signed for my children. I have heard Lao Huang say many times that you should be cautious as doctors." Huang Lao's lover said, "Lao Huang means that he administers the medicine himself, but you are required to come after his death. "

"Master..."

"Hehe." Huang Lao's lover smiled, there was a little reluctance and nostalgia in the laughter, but it was not sad, but more open-minded.

"Zhou Congwen, Lao Huang has also encountered people who cannot be defeated."

"Huh?" Zhou Congwen was taken aback.

"Lao Huang thought for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion."

"The longer you live, the better. The winner is the one who survives to the end?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Based on his understanding of his boss, although he didn't know who the strong man was, he had already guessed.

As for the character of the boss, it is normal to come to this conclusion in the end.

That's why the boss lives a healthy life, endures his "preferences", and lives with the energy of an ascetic until he is over 80 years old.

If this accident hadn't happened, the boss might have lived to a hundred.

"I want to talk about this person." Huang Lao's lover looked up at Zhou Congwen.

Zhou Congwen's knees were slightly bent, and he squatted in front of the proprietress like a horse, his eyes were slightly lower than the proprietress's by a few centimeters.

There is only one person in the world who can make Zhou Congwen so small.

"Old Huang usually talks big, no matter what happens, it's better to be alive than dead."

"As for you, you are persistent like a ghost."

"You two are really carved out of the same mold."

"Master, I just can't accept it for a while." Zhou Congwen said softly.

"Go, go and have another look at Lao Huang." Huang Lao's lover raised his hand, and twisted Zhou Congwen's flat head, "Master and apprentice. Because of the discipline, I don't know what Lao Huang is doing, but how much can I do?" Guess it. If you pay attention in the future, maybe there will be a chance to meet each other in the dark."

Zhou Congwen was silent.

Although he didn't know much about philosophy, the boss wife in his previous life "taught" him many times, and he knew that his boss lady was called Yangming's disciple.

The philosophy of Wang Yangming's investigation of things and the open-eyed flower blossoming are the same as the observer effect of quantum mechanics, which is ideal but not ideal.

As for how much influence the proprietress had on the boss, Zhou Congwen didn't know, he only knew that the influence was very great.

Whether the wind is moving, the sail is moving or the heart is moving, Zhou Congwen doesn't want to think too much about these things, he has self-knowledge.

But the proprietress actually said that there is still a chance to meet each other in the dark, is it a quantum collapse state?

Or system?

Zhou Congwen looked at the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision, the little guy was still half dead.

This learning system doesn't seem to be very advanced. Zhou Congwen's thinking has been forcibly reversed by himself, trying not to be sentimental about the boss's imminent departure.

"Go." Huang Lao's lover said with a rustling sound as he twisted Zhou Congwen's head.

Zhou Congwen nodded, straightened his waist, and accompanied the proprietress into the ward.

Mr. Huang was half lying on the hospital bed, and everyone in the room was silent.

He smiled and watched Zhou Congwen and his lover walk in, and waved.

"Zhou Congwen, light me a cigarette." Huang Lao said.

"Boss, this is the ward..." Zhou Congwen said subconsciously.

"Don't tell me that the oxygen pipeline can be ignited or detonated, that's to fool the patient." Mr. Huang smiled generously, and rubbed the three fingers of his right hand against Zhou Congwen.

Zhou Congwen looked at the proprietress beside him out of the corner of his eye, and saw that she did not object, but walked over and sat next to Mr. Huang, so he took out a white ganoderma lucidum and handed it to the boss, and took out the lighter to light a cigarette.

Elder Huang took a deep breath.

While puffing out the clouds, Mr. Huang was extremely comfortable.

"Zhou Congwen, don't smoke in the future." Mr. Huang reminded without a trace of persuasion, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"En." Zhou Congwen nodded and responded.

"I really don't want to leave." Huang Lao glanced at the people in the room.

The hall is full of children and grandchildren, and the world is full of peaches and plums. Life is already complete, so what extravagance is there?

Of course, living is always the simplest thought of Chinese people.

But it is also an excellent choice to die quietly when things are irreversible.

Mr. Huang finished his cigarette in a leisurely manner, extinguished it, and handed the cigarette butt to Zhou Congwen.

He drew the medicine with his own hands, and murmured, "I gave the doctor's order and I took the medicine. Don't worry about it."

There was a faint choking sound in the ward.

drop drop~

Huang Lao adjusted the dripping speed of the micropump, found a suitable speed, sighed deeply, and held his lover's hand.

"I won't accompany you in the future, you are really useless old man."

Huang Lao's lover held Huang Lao's hand with both hands and said nothing.

Zhou Congwen stood aside silently, squinting his eyes, looking at his boss.

Huang Lao lay down and waved his other hand, as if saying goodbye to this world.

With his eyes closed and his heart still, will everyone in his world become collapsed?A strange idea suddenly appeared in Zhou Congwen's heart.

But the thought disappeared in a flash, and Huang Lao on the hospital bed fell into a deep sleep with the injection of sedative drugs and insulin.

Now calm down, the boss will die in ten minutes.

The air in the room seemed to be stagnant, and everyone knew that the boss's life was coming to an end.

tick~

tick~~

Tick ​​~~~

Time goes by second by second,

suddenly,

A long-fingered hand rests on the insulin micropump.

click~

Insulin pumping is stopped.

"Zhou Congwen?"

"Miss, let it be." Zhou Congwen entered the state of flow, restraining his fear of the proprietress, and said firmly.

"Shen Lang, notify the operating room and prepare for the operation."

"Xiao Kai, contact the medical ethics experts at the medical office to discuss."

"Liu Wuyan and Shen Tianci will have the surgery together. I will bear the responsibility."

"Dean Deng, you communicate with the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

Zhou Congwen walked out while talking.

His footsteps were very slow, and he bent down a little with every step he took. After explaining these things, his straight waist disappeared, and he bowed his hands behind his back, like his own boss.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Congwen's transformation step by step, from a young genius in his prime to an old man, seems to only take a few steps.

Deng Ming just wanted to refute, but he suddenly saw Zhou Congwen transformed into his own boss.

Although Deng Ming knew in his heart that Zhou Congwen was not the boss, but he had the smell of white ganoderma lucidum in his back and his back.

Coupled with Zhou Congwen's unquestionable words.

All this made everyone present stupefied.

What if the patient disagrees with the operation?

This old proposition comes up in everyone's mind.

In normal times, everyone's choice is the same - to respect the opinions of patients.

but!

When the boss becomes the patient, the answer starts to falter.

Zhou Congwen stepped forward and reversed his "last words" without hesitation when the boss was sedated and unconscious under the influence of drugs.

Looking at Zhou Congwen who was preparing for the operation with his back bent, everyone was in a daze.

This guy looks exactly like his own boss.

To Zhou Congwen's surprise, no one objected to his proposal.

Zhou Congwen is very clear that everyone's ideas are wavering. How should he choose between respecting the boss's opinion and fighting hard to see if he has a chance to live for two more years?

I am that person.

No matter what the proprietress says about her being persistent like a ghost,

No matter how much the boss wants to leave quietly,

As long as you are there, you have to try it.

After thinking and speaking, when he walked to the door, Zhou Congwen had a clear mind.

Without the boss around to urge him, Zhou Congwen walked slowly, with his arms behind his back and his legs that had been operated on, just like in his last life.

At this moment, he seemed to have become his own boss.

Only this time, Zhou Congwen was not reconciled, he wanted to pull the boss back from the gate of hell.

Even if he is not [-]% sure, he still has to give it a try.

"The boss has fought against aortic dissection all his life, and he must not lose." Zhou Congwen said in a firm tone.

Liu Wuyan and Shen Tianci looked at each other and remained silent, one of them followed Zhou Congwen, the other went to greet the flat car and the others to carry Huang Lao up.

Deng Ming made fists with his hands crossed, and the invisible thermos seemed to have been crushed.

He didn't speak, and he didn't stop Zhou Congwen, Liu Wuyan and Shen Tianci's actions.

"Old Huang..."

A member of the research team suddenly said.

"Let me explain this." Deng Ming said in a deep voice.

As the dean of 912 and an academician of the Academy of Engineering, Deng Ming's words still carry some weight.

Although some behind-the-scenes power struggles were involved, in this scenario, several of Huang Lao's direct disciples made the same choice, and it was difficult for outsiders to say anything.

Zhou Congwen heard voices in the room, but he ignored them.

At this moment, Zhou Congwen is not afraid to use violence to clear the way for anyone who wants to block the operation except the proprietress.

No matter who you are, you have to think about the strength of your own brothers and sisters.

He bowed his hands behind his back, and came to the operating room with Liu Wuyan.

The two did not communicate about the boss's condition. As the world's top cardiothoracic surgeons, they both knew that the specific condition should be analyzed in detail, and all they could do was try to be as perfect as possible.

The sound of flat cars outside came, Liu Wuyan changed his clothes, and patted Zhou Congwen on the shoulder.

Looking at each other, the two nodded at the same time, turned around, put on their hats and masks, and walked into the operating room.

This is a major operation, much more difficult than a heart transplant.

Whether it was Zhou Congwen, Liu Wuyan, or Shen Tianci who pushed the boss in, they were not completely sure.

But give it a try anyway.

The boss has fought with aortic dissection all his life, and he must not lose. Zhou Congwen is right!

Zhou Congwen checked the medicines one by one like he was doing surgery in the past, and together with Liu Wei gave his boss anesthesia.

Seeing the calm breathing of the boss, Zhou Congwen felt even more peaceful.