There's something particularly funny about the medical industry. Scandals can spread all over the world in an instant, from north to south. For example, if a certain doctoral supervisor or master's supervisor lets his students know who they are, then it will become a topic in the medical circle regardless of whether they are north or south.
And once there is a merit, for example, if the southern medical circle makes a great achievement, the northern medical circle will often become temporarily deaf, and vice versa.
At that time, the two factions of the north and the south were still a specific factor in the capital. As a result, people died on the operating table. The only cooperation operation between the top experts from the north and the south ended with the resignation of the two ministerial deans.
Therefore, when Zhang Fan's power exploded in the south of the Yangtze River, there was little movement in the north.
"Zhang, Teacher Zhang, which hospital do you work in?" After the abdomen was closed, the third assistant doctor's mouth was dry. He was originally going to say Doctor Zhang, but he couldn't say anything, so he called out Teacher Zhang halfway.
"Haha, Chasu City People's Hospital!"
"Oh!" The doctor was stunned, not surprised, but puzzled, "Chasu, what the hell, a foreign city? Translation?" He was too embarrassed to ask again.
He didn't know it, but someone did.
"Are you kidding? Chasu is the city on the westernmost border? You..."
"Haha, what? Have you been there?" Zhang Fan looked at the crowd of spectators with a smile.
"No, no, I haven't been there, but one of my classmates is going to work there this year!"
"Oh, really. Please remember my phone number. When your classmate is sure to go to the branch, be sure to contact me. I'm sorry to bother you."
"No, no, it's just a little effort, no need to be so polite." The doctor was also very happy to get Zhang Fan's phone number.
Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, but the observing doctor felt endless emotion in his heart: "I'm so stupid, at this level, it's better to go to further training!"
"frontier!"
"He's from the frontier, for God's sake!"
"It's incredible!"
There were disbelieving looks in the crowd.
"How do you feel? You seem to have gained something?" Mr. Wu asked after Zhang Fan finished speaking.
"Uncle, it's not a little, but it's huge. Your words probably saved me three or four years of time."
"Haha, it's good to have gained something." After saying that, the old man asked the viewing group, "How much time was saved for today's operation compared to usual."
"One hour!"
"So many!" The old man was surprised. He really didn't expect it.
"In this case, Zhang Fan, you will write another paper on the simultaneous simultaneous advancement of both side-to-side pancreatic duct and jejunal anastomoses. It will be completed in the next few days."
"Oh!" Although Zhang Fan agreed happily, the embarrassment on his face was still obvious. He can do the surgery.
The paper could be written reluctantly if given more time, but in just a few days, he really couldn't do it.
He checked contracts, looked for data, and even went to foreign thesis websites to check. To be honest, even if he was tied to the computer for a few days, he couldn't write anything.
Looking at Zhang Fan's troubled face, the old man knew the reason, but others didn't.
"Oh my god, Mr. Wu personally checked it for him, but he still didn't want to. That's right, if I had such awesome surgical skills, I could be so arrogant."
Mr. Wu looked around. He knew Zhang Fan's difficulty, so he wanted to find someone to help Zhang Fan. Before he could say anything, the third assistant doctor who performed the surgery jumped out immediately.
"Mr. Wu, Teacher Zhang, I think I can start with this paper and check the information."
"Okay, Chen Hao, you and Zhang Fan will finish this paper together. Please help him more."
Mr. Wu nodded. What Mr. Wu said was the truth. When Chen Hao heard it, he felt that it was Mr. Wu who found a way for him.
He was so moved that no matter what moved his heart, his throat was like a rusty door bolt, and he could not speak.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" He nodded vigorously, with tears in his eyes. Does a person who can dance with Mr. Wu on the laurels of general surgery need the help of an ordinary doctor like him? Really, he felt that Mr. Wu protected him so much that he had to write the paper beautifully even if he didn't eat or drink.
"Here, why didn't I stand up earlier? There are records of the operation, and the surgeon is also there. This paper is so simple. This is the result I got, hey!"
Many PhDs in the observation group wanted to slap themselves, one step at a time, one step at a time.
"Mr. Wu, the dining car from the cafeteria is here. They made white fungus porridge specially for you."
"How many times have I told you not to be special?"
"It's about a bowl of porridge!"
The head nurse of the operating room stood at the door of the operating room and whispered to Mr. Wu kindly, and nodded to Zhang Fan specifically.
Even though the middle-aged female head nurse is weak and frail, she can take off her white coat and put on a military uniform, and she probably has at least two stripes.
The old man nodded and didn't say anything more, but gently pulled Zhang Fan's forearm as he walked away, talking as he walked: "I've thought about it, I've thought it through, I need to consolidate it, and strive to be the best at this time when the brain is most active. , experience it more and strive to gain more. I will arrange different pancreatic surgeries tomorrow."
"Um!"
The two of them performed an operation like comrades who had been working together for half their lives. The sudden sense of super tacit understanding made Mr. Wu very comfortable.
This kind of comfort is very strong. If you want to describe it, it is like eating an egg, or a hard-boiled egg, and choking.
You are about to choke to death, but suddenly someone gives you a soft but sharp blunt impact on your abdomen, bang! When the egg comes out, the airway is instantly filled with oxygen, and the refreshing feeling of breathing freely fills the brain.
Mr. Wu felt a little like this at this time. The loneliness of masters is not just to show off, it is really lonely.
The old man has been standing at the top for too long. He doesn't know how many years it has been. He finally felt the joy that he had not experienced for a long time during the operation. Today he finally felt it again.
Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who enjoy it, so Mr. Wu couldn't help but change his appreciation for Zhang Fan into a feeling of licking the younger generation.
He didn't feel it, and neither did Zhang Fan. However, it just feels so natural and normal, as if it was born this way.
Although the crowd following the two people could not hear what the old man said to Zhang Fan, this intimate gesture made people jealous.
To be honest, including the director of the pancreatic department, they wanted to kick Zhang Fan away.
"This guy doesn't have his mother's last name, does he?"
"pull!"
Fangdong's staff canteen is not comparable to the tea and vegetarian restaurant. The food in the army is so good. After a few hours of surgery, Zhang Fan looked at the rows of food in the canteen and his mouth watered.
Eat, the dishes cooked in big pots and big stoves are a little less delicate than those cooked in small stoves, but they still have a bold flavor in them.
Mr. Wu was old and it was past meal time, so he didn't eat much, but Zhang Fan was different.
Two portions of braised pork, two chicken legs, and the sweet and sour fish cannot be missed. Well, there is also braised beef, soft beef and potatoes stewed in a big pot, darling!
What Zhang Fan eats is delicious, with chopsticks like raindrops, chewing like a crusher, Kucha! Kucha! It looked extra sweet. Mr. Wu, who had no appetite at first, couldn't help but fill up a bowl of rice when he saw Zhang Fan eating so deliciously.
"Uh, this guy can really eat!" Some young doctors sitting next to him were stunned when they saw Zhang Fan eating.
Zhang Fan gave them an unexpected surprise on the operating table, and in the cafeteria, he let them see what appetite was.
"If you can do it, you can eat it. There is no reason why others are better than us. Alas, after dinner time, I have no appetite at all.
It seems that I still need to think of a solution. Without a good appetite, how can I have a good body to survive. "
Another doctor who was relatively thin looked at Zhang Fan eating and said with emotion and envy.
People are just so weird. If Zhang Fan was a doctor who came here for training today and spent a long time on the operating table, and then returned to the cafeteria to eat like this, some people would definitely say that he was a loser.
Now, everyone has one thought in their mind: surgical skills may not be improved for a while, but can they still catch up with you when it comes to eating?
As a result, they really couldn't catch up. They couldn't do surgery, and they couldn't even compare with eating. The director of the pancreatic department looked particularly ugly.
"Haha, it's good to be young. When I was your age, I could eat a pot of rice by myself!"
Mr. Wu didn't know if he was bragging or if he was really short of fuel and water back then. He looked at Zhang Fan and said with a smile as he drank the white fungus soup.
"Well, my master also said that among the brothers, your body is the best."
Zhang Fan didn't say that you are also the best eater.
"Haha, really? A good body is capital. Look, your master is several years younger than me. As a result, he quit clinical practice early. On weekdays, not only do you need to study more, but you also need to exercise more.
Let me tell you, I am very good at table tennis, and I even won the championship in the logistics department before. "The old man said proudly while holding a small bowl.
Zhang Fan looked at the old man and said, "Haha!" He smiled, but that was what he was thinking in his heart.
"Table tennis? I still believe you when it comes to football. Can you win the championship in table tennis? It's probably because someone else let you down!"
While eating and chatting, the old man fell in love with Zhang Fan more and more, as if he saw his shadow in the past.
"Slow down and chew carefully!"
Looking at the old man who couldn't help himself, and the young doctors around him, it really made me feel envious and jealous.
"After you consolidate for a few more days, I will contact your master and ask your master to come to the Magic City."
"oh!"
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"When did you come to Magic City? You didn't even tell me! If I hadn't looked at other people's posts on Moments, I wouldn't have known you had come to Magic City." After dinner, Zhang Fan just returned to the Expert Building. My senior brother called.
"Hey, my senior brother, I was planning to go find you in the next few days. I originally wanted to give you a surprise!"
Zhang Fan smiled and said to Senior Brother, Senior Brother is much older than Zhang Fan, and there is a big age difference, but they are the same generation, so Zhang Fan is very open-minded in front of Senior Brother.
"Haha, you! Where are you now? I'll have someone pick you up. You haven't come home since you came to the devil. Master knew about it and thought that I, the senior brother, didn't understand the truth."
Senior Brother scolded Zhang Fan in a roundabout way. Zhang Fan chuckled and said, "No need, Senior Brother, I'll take a taxi."
"Forget it, you're not familiar with this place, I'll have someone pick you up."
At the entrance of Fangdong Hospital, Zhang Fan didn't wait long before a commander stopped beside Zhang Fan.
Then a very energetic young man came down. "You are Zhang Yuan, right?"
"Yes, I am, you are?"
"Haha, hello Zhang Yuan, I'm from XX Pharmaceuticals. Dean Wang knew I was here, so he asked me to come and pick you up. Zhang Yuan, please get in the car."
"Thanks!"
