The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Zhou Zheng relaxed a little vigilance.

Good guy, after standing for half an hour and stopping no less than [-] students, I finally met a man named Zhou.

Li Donglai breathed a sigh of relief, showing the expression he hadn't seen for a long time: "Hey, I thought my eyes were blurred, but I didn't expect it to be you."

His hot look made Zhou Zheng even more confused: "Comrade, do we know each other?"

Li Donglai pointed at himself, with an angry face: "I, Li Donglai, we always played together when we were young, don't you remember?"

As he spoke, he scratched his head, as if he couldn't remember: "By the way, your Zhuang's name is Zhou..."

"Zhoujiazhuang." Zhou Zheng replied subconsciously.

"Yes, Zhoujiazhuang, my aunt's house belongs to Zhoujiazhuang, but she moved out later." Li Donglai said with a smile: "I went out for a walk today, and I saw you from a long distance. I thought I was mistaken, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Our old friend has disappeared for more than 20 years, and I treat you to breakfast."

With that said, Li Donglai ignored Zhou Zheng and still had a dazed look on his face, and pulled him away.

. . .

Chapter 110 College student Zhou Zheng

Inside the street public-private joint venture restaurant.

Zhou Zheng looked at the stewed eggs, fried eggs, and soybean juice in front of him, and fell into confusion.

This big man named Li Donglai is really my childhood friend?

Why don't you have any impression?

Did I forget?

Impossible, I was able to be admitted to Capital University, relying on my memory that is almost photographic.

Zhou Zheng nervously put down his chopsticks, looked at Li Donglai who was pinching his large intestine between his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Comrade Li Donglai, how old was I when we met?"

"About three years old." Li Donglai raised his head from the bowl, "I was eight years old at the time, and I took you with me on the dung pile all day, looking for dung beetles to play with."

"You are so naughty, you just like to play with dung beetles that just got out of the dung pile. I can't even pull them back."

"..." Zhou Zheng glanced at the large and small intestines in the bowl, feeling a little hard to swallow.

However, when I was three years old, I still couldn't remember things clearly, so it's no wonder I didn't have an impression.

Zhou Zheng thought for a while, then asked again: "I heard your accent, it sounds like a capital accent, isn't it our southern accent?"

Li Donglai stuffed the whole fat intestine into his mouth and swallowed it with difficulty.

"Well, my whole family moved to the capital later, so of course I don't have an accent."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly widened his eyes, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and pointed at Zhou Zheng with an aggrieved face: "You don't think I'm lying to you, do you?"

"I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. I really don't have any memory." Zhou Zheng smiled awkwardly.

Li Donglai let out a long sigh, and was in no mood to eat anymore: "I think back then, the children didn't play with you, but you cried and asked me to carry you to the dung pile, so that you could catch fresh dung beetles."

"Now that you're a college student, you forget your old friends, which really disappoints me."

"Well, brother Donglai, let's not talk about the dung beetle for now." Zhou Zhenggang stuffed the fatty intestine into his mouth, wanted to spit it out, but was reluctant.

"Also, the dung beetle will be uncovered." Li Donglai pointed at the food on the table angrily, "Think about it, I can treat you to boiled stew, doesn't that explain everything?"

Zhou Zheng was speechless.

This big bowl of braised stew, a fried egg, and a cup of soybean juice add up to 8 cents.

Friends who are not very close will definitely not treat guests.

It seems that I am still too cautious.

I am a poor and white college student, what can others covet! ?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zheng couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

A little embarrassed and said: "...Brother, don't be angry, I really have a bad memory and forgot."

"Hey, since you were only three years old at the time, I won't argue with you. You can pay for the meal later!" Li Donglai leaned back tactically, picking up his teeth.

Zhou Zheng:. ． ． ．

He took a deep breath and whispered, "I just saw that you seem to have given the money and food coupons to Comrade Boss."

hiss. ． ．Forget about it.

When later generations go to restaurants, they always eat first and pay later.

Careless. ． ．

Li Donglai smiled awkwardly, and changed the subject: "I see that the school uniform you are wearing now is from the Capital University. It's amazing, Zhou Zhou."

"weekly?"

"That's right, when you were a child, you liked me to call you Zhou Zhou. If I didn't call you that, you still cried!" Li Donglai put on a look of whether he believed it or not.

Zhou Zheng pursed his lips, feeling a chill in his heart.

This nickname is too. ． ． ．Lesbianized.

Just when he was thinking about how to make Li Donglai change his words, Li Donglai asked again: "Do you have a library in Beijing University?"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "Yes, it's still the largest in the country."

Li Donglai asked, "Are there any latest foreign medical journals in the library?"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "That's a must. Like "New England Journal of Medicine", "Journal of the American Medical Association", "Lancet", "British Medical Journal", I will study every issue carefully."

It seems that the value of this meal is about to be reflected.

Li Donglai suppressed the joy in his heart, and said: "That's good, can you..."

Li Donglai rubbed his ears and looked at Zhou Zheng in surprise: "What did you say? You will study hard?"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "Yes, I am a student of the medical department, and I am already a senior this year. These magazines have the latest medical research results, of course I have to read every issue."

Ward day!

Such a coincidence?

At the gate of Capital University, randomly pull a student, is it from the Department of Medicine?

This luck is awesome.

This character is awesome, what the fuck.

. . .

Li Donglai wanted to pretend to be a relative of Zhou Zheng, enter the library of Beijing University, and take the opportunity to read foreign periodicals.

Now it seems unnecessary, saving a lot of trouble.

Li Donglai cheered up: "Then do you know cardiopulmonary resuscitation?"

Zhou Zheng was stunned. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation is not popular in China, and even doctors don't know much about it.

How did this fellow know?

Seeing Zhou Zheng's doubts, Li Donglai smiled lightly, took out a blue rubber work card from his trouser pocket, and handed it over.

"Now your brother is a rolling mill doctor!"

"Doctor?" Zhou Zheng took the work card and flipped through it carefully.

Seeing the name on it, he frowned.

He looked at Li Donglai with unquestionable eyes: "Brother, your name is Li Donglai?"

"Aha!"

"Rolling mill hospital?"

"Aha!"

"Are you Li Donglai who invented the intubation gastric lavage?" Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up.

"Aha!"

Li Donglai nodded lightly.

Capital University is worthy of being a first-class university in the country.

The paper on intubation and gastric lavage had not been published for less than a week, and the students already knew about it.

Well, of course the biggest reason is my technical skills.

. . .

After learning that his best friend from childhood was actually the inventor of intubation gastric lavage, Zhou Zheng's cheeks flushed and he was at a loss.

No wonder he was so excited.

Once "Intubation Gastric Lavage" was published, it became the object of research by medical professors at home and abroad.

There are also gastric lavage techniques in foreign countries these days, but those techniques are easy to cause damage to patients in actual operation.

The intubation gastric lavage soon caused a sensation in the domestic and foreign medical circles because of its high degree of feasibility and simple operation.

Some large hospitals have begun to organize training for doctors.

Zhou Zheng was still learning gastric lavage with a teacher the day before yesterday.

Uh, he is the specific operation target, and he has more personal experience in the excellence of intubation and gastric lavage.

. . .

Until the two came to the small park on foot, Zhou Zheng was still rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Brother Donglai, you really haven't received professional medical training?"

"Nonsense, I'm a barefoot doctor. Barefoot doctors are also licensed to work, so why haven't they been trained?"

"..."

Zhou Zheng is very familiar with the training of barefoot doctors.

That was just going through the motions.