Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

The meeting room with only a few people left became silent in an instant.

Robert immediately stood up from his seat, with an annoyed look on his face, "I have to apologize to Bonn." He said, and ran quickly in the direction where Professor Bonn left.

Ye Yibai and Dr. Green looked at each other with obvious smiles in their eyes.

In the next few days, the matter of the "Saturday Post" continued to ferment. Starting from Shanghai, the names of the Saturday Post and Ye Yibai appeared in newspapers in cities such as Hangzhou, Sioux City, and Jinling.

Not only in China, but also in the United Kingdom, the United States, even Germany, and Switzerland. As telegrams were sent out, many international hospitals got the news. There were no international long-distance calls in 1933. In the past few days, the newsboys at the nearby telegraph station had to go to Jihe every day. Several trips.

The major hospitals in Shanghai have the advantage of being close to the water, and they have already said hello, and they must observe the next operation of severed finger replantation on the spot.

However, the replantation of severed fingers has its timeliness. This patient is not so easy to find, or he has no awareness of this or worries about the cost. All the medical workers in the Shanghai medical circle are waiting eagerly, wishing to go there with a small bench. The factory clusters on the outskirts of the city are waiting, if you find someone with a fresh severed limb, you can do charity in time, isn't it...

"Doctor Ye, this medicine is so unpalatable, and it's too big, I get stuck in my throat every time." Little Lisa looked at the black ball in her hand with some grievances.

The management method of Jihe Hospital has already taken the shape of a modern hospital. All medicines that patients want to import must be prescribed and recorded in files. In addition, under normal circumstances, foreign medicines like Ye Yibai are absolutely not allowed to be used by patients. Western medicine is not a system of traditional Chinese medicine at all.

But Ye Yibai insisted.

In 1933, when the relationship between doctors and patients was not so tense, in Jihe, Dr. Ye insisted that these five words had enough weight to make certain rigid rules slightly flexible.

Dr. Ye looked helplessly at the black pills in Lisa's hand. When Mr. Qu's apprentice came to deliver the pills that day, he looked helpless, saying that they had worked hard to make the pills as small as possible, and they had to do it in the pharmacy too. For other things, it is obvious that you can rub it into one pill, but you have to rub it into five or six pills.

But their complaints are nothing but complaints, and they are still very happy to see that Chinese medicine has been recognized by Ye Yibai.

"Then how about I ask the nurse to cut everything for you with a knife?" Ye Yibai said.

Hearing this, little Lisa sighed like a little adult, and looked up at Ye Yibai, "Doctor Ye, can't you tell that I'm acting like a baby? You won't be able to find a girlfriend after doing this."

"Okay, if you can't find a girlfriend in the future, I will forcefully be your girlfriend." Little Lisa took a deep breath as if she was going to die bravely, and threw the ball in her hand into the mouth.

There was a burst of laughter in the ward, and the medical staff who came to round the ward with Ye Yibai and Mr. Thomas who came over early in a wheelchair all laughed loudly, sweeping away the haze of the previous few days.

Dr. Ye also had a gentle smile on his face. He took the notebook handed over by Qiao Na, and looked at the data of little Lisa's physical signs in the past few days.

"After two days of observation, if there is no problem, the skin grafting operation can be arranged as soon as next Monday."

When little Lisa heard this, she immediately cheered.

"Dad, Dad, did you hear that? I can do skin grafting. When I'm done and I'm recovering, and it's not so scary, can I go to see my mother, yeah yeah."

Ye Yibai flicked his hand over the notebook for a moment, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Don't move your face so much, there is a wound on your face, don't cry for painkillers when it hurts."

Little Lisa stuck out her tongue lightly, and quietly stopped talking.

Ye Yibai nodded to Mr. Thomas, and turned to go to the next ward. When he passed the nurse's desk, he happened to meet Judge Wilson's family who were going through the discharge procedures.

Mr. Wilson... Well, he is a bit thinner than when he was admitted to the hospital. The three chins have become double chins, and his waist has also become thinner. At least if it is this size, the two belts can definitely be buckled together.

"Doctor Ye." Mr. Wilson was very happy to see Ye Yibai, "We went to your office to find you just now, and Dr. Richard said that you went for rounds. Really, I can't express my gratitude in words. If it hadn't been for you that night, I would have gone to God by now."

As he spoke, he opened his arms and stepped forward to hug Ye Yibai vigorously.

Mrs. Wilson and Miss Amanda also expressed their gratitude. Miss Amanda also stepped forward to hug Ye Yibai, and at the same time secretly stuffed a small note with a phone number into his white coat.

Qiao Na who was beside Ye Yibai naturally saw this scene, and blinked narrowly at Ye Yibai.

Doctor Ye smiled helplessly at her.

Ye Yibai's life and work gradually got on the right track, while on the other side, in Hangzhou, the major newspaper offices that got the "Saturday Post" blew the horn of counterattack like chicken blood.

The headlines of each newspaper are more eye-catching, like generals who have won battles for fear that others will not see them.

"Hey, I didn't expect that. The story in the newspaper was actually true. British magazines have been waiting. That young doctor, Ye Yibai, Guangyan, has the same name as your son."

In an office in Hangzhou, a middle-aged man with graying temples was flipping through the "Hangcheng Daily" in his hand. Seeing Ye Guangyan approaching, he raised his head and laughed.

The expression on Ye Guangyan's face was a little stiff. He also held a newspaper in his hand. Reading newspapers is a common hobby of intellectuals in this era. Ye Guangyan has always had the habit of reading newspapers in the car, so he just saw the contents of this newspaper .

This is not the same name, the doctor Ye in the newspaper is obviously his son Ye Yibai.

Then the last time I saw it in Xiaowen Lane, was also Yibai?

Now that you're back in Hangzhou, why don't you go home?Moreover, he only asked Zhang Su'e not long ago to confirm that Ye Yibai had been admitted to the Foreign Affairs Department and is now an intern in the Foreign Affairs Department, how did he become a doctor.

Ye Guangyan's mind was in a mess. Hearing what his colleague said, he raised his head and smiled, and replied dully, "It's probably a coincidence."

Ignoring the laughter of colleagues behind him, "Yibai, this name is a bit common, no wonder it hit me", he walked into the office quickly, put his bag aside, and began to rummage in the drawer.

After about ten minutes, he finally found the telegram received a week ago in the corner of the drawer.

This was sent to him by Zhang Su'e, telling him the new phone number at home.

Ye Guangyan took out the number, and then picked up the phone on the table.

The call was transferred several times, but no one answered it. Ye Guangyan became more and more anxious, making him absent-minded all day long.

After finally getting off work, he dialed the phone again, but still no one answered.

Holding the newspaper, he walked back full of thoughts.

After getting out of the car, Ye Guangyan frowned when he saw the car parked in front of his house, "Master uncle or wife?"

"My uncle is here. Not long after you went to work today, my uncle came to see my wife."

Ye Guangyan nodded. He glanced at the newspaper in his hand and put it back in the car.

"What do you think that Su Zhengyang is, who dared to speak so loudly as soon as he came to power, and that Mrs. Su, you are not here at this party, you don't know, oh, talk about Shanghai and shut Shanghai, as if what we are in Hangzhou Just like the countryside."

"The most irritating thing is that those officials' wives really follow her tricks, giving away some perfume and silk scarves, as if she is a real sister. It really pissed me off."

Before Ye Guangyan stepped into the house, he heard his sister-in-law complaining in the lobby.

Su Zhengyang, the new second-in-command of the police station in Hangzhou, because of what happened last time, Zhou Dewang did not escape the fate of being demoted after all, and this Su Zhengyang, Su Bureau, was the person who took over the position of Zhou Dewang's deputy.

The person who directly took the transfer order from Jinling to the airborne person was naturally not small. He turned out to be the chief of the second division of the Shanghai Police Bureau. Where is Shanghai? There is no simple person who can secure that position there.

"What does that brother say?" It was Yang Suxin's voice.

"How can I say it? It's not that you don't know your brother's personality. Let's bear with it. It's said that Shanghai's upper echelon and the Yunhe Department worked hard to come here at the same time. Let's endure as long as we can before we find out the details."

"Then you just listen to your brother."

Mrs. Yang paused when she heard the words, and muttered: "Both of you brothers and sisters have the same virtue, you have endured it until now, that Ye Yibai, now the newspapers all over the city are full of him, don't say you haven't read it."

The lobby was quiet for a few seconds, "It's just a doctor, what's the matter." Yang Suxin said.

Ye Guangyan stood at the entrance of the lobby for 2 minutes, then turned to the boy and said, "I'm going to the study, don't tell your wife that I've been here."

The boy nodded.

Ye Guangyan walked quickly to the study. After entering the study, he paced back and forth for a long time, then walked to the desk, and dialed the number he had already memorized.

This time...it worked.

"Hello, who is it?" Zhang Su'e's brisk voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ye Guangyan frowned slightly. He was used to Zhang Su'e's cautious way of speaking when facing him, so he felt uncomfortable hearing such a casual attitude.

"It's me." Ye Guang said.

The voice on the other side of the phone obviously became softer, "Guangyan, why did you call suddenly? Oh, I thought it was Xianer or Baier."

Ye Guangyan was not in the mood to chat with Zhang Su'e about family matters. He asked bluntly, "Is Yibai going to be a doctor? Why did he suddenly become a doctor? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Ye Guangyan's voice became louder as he spoke. , he felt the majesty of the head of his family offended.

"Ah, yes, Yibai is now a doctor. I think doctors are pretty good. They are much better than idle jobs in the foreign affairs department. Now when people in the foreign affairs department mention Baier, they give a thumbs up. Give us more face." " Zhang Su'e said happily.

"Fool, doctor and foreign affairs department, can this be compared? Being a doctor is only temporary, no matter how glorious it is, how can it be compared with the foreign affairs department. Where is he? Let him answer the phone."

Zhang Su'e on the other end of the phone frowned slightly. She didn't agree with Ye Guangyan's words, but she, who lived under the traditional concept since she was a child, would not refute Ye Guangyan's words, so she could only murmur: "Bo'er lives in the dormitory of the hospital, Guangyan Don't worry too, if it really doesn't work, then let Bo'er go back to the Foreign Affairs Office, it's also negotiable."

When Ye Guangyan heard this, he almost laughed out of anger. He resisted the urge to throw the microphone and said, "Go back to the Foreign Affairs Department. You are the one who runs the Foreign Affairs Department."

Zhang Su'e, who had just come back from work, put down the bag in her hand and said flatteringly, "You don't know, Bai'er and Xian'er have a very good relationship with Director Pei of the Shanghai Police Bureau. That Director Pei seems to like us Xian'er, and treats us very well. You can take care of family affairs, the quota of foreign affairs department is a matter of his words, Guangyan, I forgot to tell you, I am going to work, and I am in the foreign affairs department, arranged by Ze Bi."

Ye Guangyan took the microphone away and stared at it for a few seconds before putting it close to his ear again, "Are you going to work in the Foreign Affairs Office? You, Zhang Su'e?"

"Yes, it's not troublesome to manage the warehouse or something. It's just that I can't read all the words. Sometimes it's inconvenient to work. My colleagues are pretty good. Now I'm learning to read."

Mr. Ye Guangyan felt that there was something wrong with his ears, "Zebi? Pei Zebi?"

He was deeply impressed by the name Pei Zebi. After the grocery store incident, he was full of anger and just wanted to find out who the policeman who ignored the law was. After pouring it down, there was no thought of revenge at the moment.

Pei Xieduo was glorious back then, but now he is in decline, but the clouds and big trees are towering, forming a system of their own, although they don't participate in the battle, they are gradually being marginalized, but a small person like him can't afford to mess with it.

But what did Zhang Su'e say?Ze Bute?

"Yes, Ze Bi is very polite. Auntie is long and auntie is short. I am so embarrassed. Guang Yan, what do you think he is a good match with our Xian'er? I like this young man very much. This mother is no better than auntie. Honey."

Mr. Ye touched the edge of the table and slowly sat down on the grand master's chair.

After restarting his mind countless times, he finally returned to work, so he extracted the following points from the conversation with Zhang Su'e:

1. Ye Yibai really went to become a doctor.

2. Zhang Su'e went to work in the Foreign Affairs Office.

3. Zhang Su'e is Pei Zebi's mother.

Zhang Su'e, she...is quite Pei Zebi's mother! ! ! !

Ye Guangyan leaned back on the grand teacher's chair, with an indescribable expression on his face. For the first time, he discovered that Zhang Su'e's ambition was much greater than his...