Wang Suli was extremely satisfied. When Song Hongguo felt her throat was dry and stopped, she said excitedly, "Xiao Song, what you said is really good. I think it is necessary to write it down and organize it into a professional academic book." If the article is published, it can help more comrades engaged in this field, what do you think?"
Hearing this, the complicated emotions that Qi Meishu had just aroused turned into sourness. How much honor and dignity is it to publish an article?
Why did it fall on Song Hongguo so easily?
Han Xue was also envious, but not jealous. She was self-aware, let alone writing professional articles. She struggled to go to school and write essays. Besides, she didn’t have the experience and knowledge to share. How capable she was, how big of a bowl she was holding, and how much she could do when she was satisfied. Always happy.
Song Hongguo was somewhat surprised. After pondering for a moment, she smiled and said, "Thank you, director, for your kindness. I am naturally willing to communicate with more colleagues. However, what I am talking about now are just some of my personal experiences and may not necessarily be the same as for everyone." Accurate. Just because you trust me doesn’t mean that others don’t have doubts. It’s better to wait until I get to know more patients and I’ll make a few more records. Then I’ll have data and theoretical support to make it more convincing. It’s safe to publish at that time. What do you think? how?"
How could she feel? She felt it was so awesome. Song Hongguo's words were completely close to her heart. Wang Suli clapped her hands vigorously, her joy and excitement were beyond words, "Okay, okay, don't be impatient, don't be eager for quick success, you are such a good comrade." , just listen to you, let’s sort out more patient records and use your experience to diagnose. I can’t say it’s 100% accurate. As long as the accuracy rate reaches 90%, I think it’s necessary to promote it, especially to those in remote areas. The level of doctors in local commune hospitals is already low, and they really need to learn these things.”
After saying that, I thought of something and asked tentatively, "Xiao Song, can you do the caesarean section alone?"
Song Hongguo considered it and said, "Yes, yes, but after all, I have just been assigned, and the patient may have concerns..."
Wang Suli heard this and immediately decided, "This is easy to handle. You will be the surgeon and I will be your assistant. If anything happens on stage, I can help you in time."
Song Hongguo smiled, "That would be great, thank you, director."
Wang Suli waved her hand, "It's all for work."
It has to be said that as the director of the department, Wang Suli has a soft ear, which is a flaw, but her flaws are not concealed. Her open-mindedness and her dedication to the department, her subordinates, and the hospital are quite admirable.
It also reflects from the side that people these days are really simple.
The system had been quiet for a long time, and now it jumped out and flattered, "Host, you are very generous. The way you shared your experience and knowledge without hiding anything just now is so handsome, so righteous..."
Song Hongguo was speechless, "Is this how Yi Bo Yuntian uses it?"
"Hehe, don't worry about such details. Just know that I'm praising you. Of course, Wang Suli is not bad either. If you change to a petty director, he will either suppress your limelight and avoid threatening his status, or he will do it secretly. She takes your knowledge as her own, but she is dedicated to serving the public good. She also encourages you to write articles and publish them. Host, this is a good opportunity to become famous. You must seize it and write well. When you become famous, you If you have the right to speak, you can do more things..."
Song Hongguo didn't resist it this time. After thinking for a while, she had a plan in mind, "What you said makes sense."
The system was secretly happy and said impatiently, "Then I will help you find more information on this from the bookstore. Then you will be able to write more technically."
Song Hongguo nodded in agreement.
At around ten o'clock, another patient came, named Wang Dahua, who was also expecting a child. This time it was simple and trouble-free. The patient was in her thirties and had already given birth several times before. She was very skilled in the business and didn't have any problems. She screamed, found the delivery bed and lay down on it. When Song Hongguo checked, she found that her cervix was almost fully dilated. If she arrived a little later, she might have had to give birth to the baby on the way.
Song Hongguo, "..."
Some were too pretentious, some were too unpretentious, and she was punished for them all.
When she saw that the cotton pants she was wearing were still stained with traces of blood and amniotic fluid, and she didn't know what to say when she thought of her being so prickly and prickly that she came to the hospital for treatment in full view of everyone.
Wang Dahua only cares about one thing, "Doctor, is my baby a son?"
Song Hongguo looked at her lying there, as if she didn't know the pain. She just stared at him with a longing look on her face, and said speechlessly, "She will give birth soon. When she gives birth, won't you know?"
"But I want to know now..."
"Then there's nothing I can do. I can't tell the difference between male and female."
Wang Dahua didn't seem to believe it and begged, "Doctor, please, just tell me. I have already given birth to three losers. If this one is not a son, my man will beat me to death. Just tell me." …”
"I can't give you reassurance." Song Hongguo was so calm that he was almost ruthless. "From the moment you were conceived, his gender was determined and no one can change it. Whether it is a son or a daughter, they are all your children. They are yours." Because of your fate with him, if your husband attacks you because of this, that is his problem. You can find the leader of your work unit to coordinate the conflict, do a good job in his ideological work, and let him understand that sons and daughters are the same. That is the fundamental solution. solution to the problem.”
She still couldn't hold it back and said a few more words, which simply violated her principle of not being nosy.
But Wang Dahua couldn't listen, and murmured like a man possessed, "How can a son and a daughter be the same? Daughters are losers, but the son is the root. Without the root, what else is there to run for?"
Song Hongguo, "..."
Come on, don't try to persuade her, it's totally useless. Such a person even looks down on herself, what else can she say? The only sympathy left was the hope that she would get what she wanted.
But unfortunately, things backfired.
Ten minutes later, the baby was born, weighing a little over four pounds and as thin as a kitten. Song Hongguo cleaned the foreign matter in her mouth and did not dare to pat her back hard. When the baby started crying, she was also It's very weak and feeble, which makes people feel sad when they hear it.
Wang Dahua couldn't wait to sit up and look at the child, but Song Hongguo pushed her back and said, "Lie back, we haven't finished yet."
"Is he a son? Is he a son?"
She kept asking, her expression almost crazy. Song Hongguo couldn't bear to show it to her. The little nurse who was helping curled her lips and said, "She's a little girl."
"What?" Wang Dahua couldn't accept it at all, "I don't believe it. How could he be a loser again? My mother obviously touched my belly and said it was a son inside. How could it have changed? Impossible..."
(End of chapter)
