It is not easy to be a secretary, and it is even more difficult to be a good secretary. Someone once said that those who can succeed in the secretarial industry will have nothing to trouble them in the future.
Su Yuan, who graduated from the Department of Public Health, did not take the civil service examination, but entered the hospital. He was very good at writing official documents, and he was also very smart. Finally, relying on his grandfather and Mr. Wu's experience of being hungry together, he became a doctor. Mr. Wu’s secretary.
Old Wu watched Zhang Fan gently as he took a sip of tea, and the old man became rude.
"Did you bring the paper?" Zhang Fan almost choked on the tea he drank.
"Uncle, I brought it."
"Well, show it to me, and you can drink yours!" That's what he said, but Zhang Fan couldn't really do that. After taking out the paper, he stopped drinking tea and waited for Mr. Wu's inquiry.
Xue (a) Fei was dumbfounded as soon as he walked in. Let alone drinking tea, even when he was sitting on the sofa, he was always sitting upright with his body upright.
"Oh my god, this is Mr. Wu. I met Mr. Wu. I was sitting in Mr. Wu's office, and Mr. Wu smiled at me and said hello to me!" Xue (a) Fei His eyes were as wide as a cow's.
Mr. Wu's status in the surgical field in China can be said to be that anyone who graduated from a regular medical school will probably become his fan.
The old man's whole life was to operate a system that was even more powerful than Zhang Fan's. His dazzling medical achievements, Xue (a) Fei was not excited enough to call him when they met, were already considered to have strong determination.
"Haha, you are being tricky, King of Cancer, let me see if you have any real insights." The old man picked up his spectacles and started to read the paper.
A thesis is either a matter of accumulation, or a spark of ideological and academic thought through hard study and tireless verification.
As for Zhang Fan's article, there is no spark, but it also brings together some of Zhang Fan's experiences. It doesn't seem particularly brilliant, but it is very practical.
Just like Zhang Fan, he doesn't have a gorgeous appearance, but he can impress others with his skills through his own efforts.
The old man sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, sometimes frowned, or took out a pen and wrote and drew on Zhang Fan's paper.
Zhang Fan couldn't tell whether he knew it or not. From his own perspective, many things in journals seemed to be the same thing, but in fact, they had been written over and over for many years.
In his paper, there are actual clinical data and some of his prospects. Zhang Fan, who has worked so hard, has not yet completed the task of the surgical system. Therefore, when it comes to writing the paper, his system It's unreliable.
He also implemented some of his ideas in surgery. He originally thought that since the system would not tell him the future direction of medical development, I could experiment on my own.
Unfortunately, his idea or vision passed the first step, and the second step was also successful. When there were too many steps, he didn't know what went wrong, and the system wouldn't tell him what went wrong.
This is a big deal. If he tries each one one by one, then Zhang Fan will stop doing anything and just waste the whole day on the system.
Therefore, Zhang Fan sometimes gets angry when he has no clue in the system, but the system insists on the bottom line of the number of tasks.
However, Zhang Fan also understood that medical treatment is a matter of life and death, and no amount of caution can be exaggerated.
"Dean, there is another meeting at the field hospital this afternoon. Look..." Su Yuan raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist and gave a gentle reminder.
"Oh, I almost forgot. So, Zhang Fan, put the paper here with me first, and I will help you revise it. There are some things, but the format and wording are too rough. I can tell at a glance that you have no intention."
The old man said with a smile, Zhang Fan was sweating when he heard that. The old man gave Zhang Fan face because there was something in Zhang Fan's paper, so he gave him face. The old man was usually very rigorous.
Zhang Fan's paper was a bit rough. To be honest, he never took the medical paper course when he was taking it. Now he just figured it out by himself according to the format in the journal.
"I'll let Xiaosu take you to the hospital's specialist building later and find you a room, so you can have a good rest.
Since you talked about the King of Cancer, there happens to be an operation tomorrow. How about it? Do you want to do it? "
The old man looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, like an old cat fishing.
"I want to come, uncle, thesis..."
Mr. Wu waved his hand, "In China, there are a few people who can write papers, but few dare to go to the King of Cancer. Small sections, these are all small sections.
I won't care about you tonight, you young people can move around freely. "
"Okay, uncle. I brought some snow lotus when I came here, just to honor you."
It is estimated that Zhang Fanneng was able to give gifts in a big way in Mr. Wu's office, and Mr. Wu still refused.
There were no major mistakes in the paper, and Zhang Fan felt at ease. He was now a master. If he met Zhang Fan's master today, he would probably be able to give Zhang Fan a hard time.
This is the difference between master and uncle. It does not mean that uncle is easier to talk to.
On the contrary, his uncle is not easy to talk to, but their research directions are different. One is more theoretical, and the other is more clinical. Therefore, in terms of papers, Zhang Fan still thinks that his uncle is easy to talk to.
"Haha, if you're interested, it's better to be the little disciple who closed the door." The old man happily looked at the snow lotus given by Zhang Fan.
In fact, he is an old man who practices Western medicine and knows a lot about Xuelian. Tossing and turning over and over again, I just said: "I have the intention, I have the intention."
This is because I really like Zhang Fan and really admire Zhang Fan's craftsmanship. Otherwise, how could his status, the status of a general, be without a snow lotus?
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Su Yuan flew out of the administration building with Zhang Fan and Xue (a) who was immersed in excitement.
"Zhang Yuan, the expert building is over there. What is your phone number? If you want to come to the dean's office in the future, please call me and I will pick you up."
"Thank you, thank you, Director Su."
"No trouble, no trouble, what's the trouble."
…
The room arranged by Su Yuan is probably the best room in the Expert Building, with two bedrooms and one living room, and even a study room. It is probably not cheap to find such a room in a hotel in this place.
After Su Yuan left, Zhang Fan started to drive people away: "Okay, I've packed up too. Just go and do whatever you need to do."
He and Xue (a) Fei could still be regarded as senior brothers at first, but Zhang Fan left too fast. Before the title of senior brother was settled, Zhang Fan was already getting higher and higher.
However, the relationship between the two is still good, and they can be considered to have experienced life and death together, so Zhang Fan is not very polite when he speaks.
"No, Zhang Yuan, you are not familiar with this place. I will accompany you. This is such a big house, and it is Fangdong's expert building. Just let me stay for one night."
"Gungun, hurry up, I still have something to do. I also want to go to the university to see my sister."
"Oh. I'm leaving!" Xue (a) Fei was at a loss and left very reluctantly.
