China, the capital.
Shao Hua probably got up early in the morning before four o'clock. It was agreed yesterday that she was going to watch the flag-raising, so she rushed Zhang Fan to the suite when she went to bed at night, and the two slept in separate beds for the first time since their marriage.
However, Zhang Fan is very supportive. Although his income has made his life satisfactory in recent years, Shao Hua has not only given up his time. It can almost be said that for Zhang Fan, Shao Hua left his job and did not even dare to make more friends.
There is no room for reasoning at home. Sometimes, one of the couple must make sacrifices. Zhang Fan knew very well that if Shao Hua was not as worry-free, even if he married Princess Jia, not to mention other people, Zhang Fan would probably have a big headache.
Therefore, Zhang Fan never had the right to speak at home, nor did he want to have the right to speak.
Shao Hua was as sneaky as a thief, tiptoeing for fear of disturbing Zhang Fan. When she went out, Wang Hong was already waiting at the door of the hotel.
The two made an appointment to watch the flag-raising today. Wang Hong finally understood. After receiving Ouyang's approval, she suddenly became more cheerful and timid.
"Hua Zi, let's go. I've already asked, there are so many people." He took Shao Hua's arm briskly, as if he was a very good friend.
In the early morning, Lao Chen knocked on Zhang Fan's door, "Zhang Yuan, let me go to dinner with you!" Wang Hong reported to him yesterday and asked Lao Chen to find a car. In the past, if Wang Hong thought she was capable, she would find a car by herself, but now she is smarter.
Breakfast is very simple. Zhang Fan will never drink milk or eat steamed buns as he has surgery that day. Many doctors are particular about it. This is not a matter of poverty or blindness.
Side dishes and steamed buns, but Lao Chen ordered a bowl of bean juice for himself. Zhang Fan was most influenced by Ouyang in terms of temperament in the workplace, and influenced by Lao Gao in terms of professional ethics. Batu had a share in the power and tricks, but Zhang Fan was greedy. Fan felt that he was influenced by Lao Chen.
In the past, I was not picky at all, but in the past few years, Lao Chen and I have started to be picky.
However, Zhang Fan still felt that he was not as good as Old Chen Laodao, and could drink all the bean juice.
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At the entrance of the administrative building of Zhongyong Hospital, six old men and Zhang Fan walked slowly towards the health boss and Dean Zhongyong.
"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome. Mr. Wu, Mr. Lu..." The health boss bent slightly and shook hands one by one. The expression on his face was very affectionate, but it was hard to say whether he was cursing or not.
When it was Zhang Fan's turn, the health boss didn't say a word to Zhang Fan, not even a welcome. He just squeezed his hand and then quickly let go.
The health boss thought to himself, "Nima, I don't dare to offend you, why don't I dare to embarrass you?"
Zhang Fan didn't mind at all, he even felt happy, come on, bully me, say a few words to me if you can!
Under the flashing lights, a group of old people hugged each other.
"You are old. Look at you, your waist is hunched over. If it hadn't been for this time, maybe we wouldn't have seen each other."
"Look at you, you have to be supported now. If you think about it carefully, it seems like yesterday that we stayed awake for several nights in Tangshan. You have trained a good apprentice.
I heard that gallbladder cancer was caused by our Chinese doctors and was improved by your ancestral disciples. I told my wife that I wanted to see this doctor. Unexpectedly, you brought your apprentice here today. "
The relationship in the early years was not like the relationship in the future. Maybe the friendship back then was very simple. They suffered and struggled together. There was no foundation and no resources to compete for. Even if the right to speak, maybe it only came later.
A group of old men came together to make Zhang Fan feel what it means to feel sympathy for each other.
"Take a photo of us. It's not easy to get together. Maybe this will be the last time."
The mediocre old director said gently to the reporter holding the camera.
"Okay, okay!"
Twelve old men were tremblingly queuing up in front of the modest Walker Building to take photos. A few mediocre support staff quickly took out chairs.
"Mr. Wu, you want to sit in the middle..."
"Brother, you are older than me, you sit in the middle..."
Humility, Chinese culture, especially Chinese medical culture, is reflected in this group of people.
At this time, even the medical boss did not dare to get close to them, because they were the peaks of general surgery in China in those days. Although they were old, they were still the peaks.
"Hey, boy, come here, come here and sit between us!"
"Me!" Although Zhang Fan's face was dark, he was still shy, waving his hands. Not to mention sitting in the middle, Zhang Fan felt that he was not qualified even if he was standing in the back.
Where did I end up? The old man here fought against hepatitis A, drew the liver map of Asia, created the largest liver disease laboratory in Asia, and improved Chinese medical teaching. These were not feats that made Chinese medical care stand out.
And I just did something.
"Don't praise him. How can he be qualified..."
"Haha, we are a group of old men taking pictures, looking very sluggish. Come on, young man, if you don't mind, can you squat in front of us?"
Zhang Fan looked at his master, and Old Man Lu nodded slightly. Zhang Fan strode over neatly, and was pulled by the mediocre old director to squat between them.
When Zhang Fan squatted down, not to mention Zhao Jingjin, even the zhongyong dean was envious. Really, if he wasn't a little older and afraid of embarrassment, he would have the heart to say, "I want to squat in front of you too."
The general director of Zhongyong and Numbers held out their chests, even reaching the top of the mountain. It was a pity that the old men were not talking.
Looking at the squatting Zhang Fan, the mediocre general surgeon's front teeth were broken.
Card! Card! Card!
Under the flashlight, a group of gray-haired old people and a young man with a smile as bright as a sunflower faced the sun and the rising sun, leaving a photo that is legendary to the outside world.
"Hurry, hurry up and get the manuscript out, hurry up and send it out. It's precious, it's so precious."
Just when Zhang Fan entered the operating room, the photo was released.
Not only is it pinned to the top, but it also starts with: Sixty-four spring and autumn years, a span of sixty years, Huaguo Medical has braved the wind and rain, upheld its original intention, and forged ahead. The heroes of that year still have silver hair and straight spines that are still slightly curved, but beside them , there is already a new generation of successors rising around them.
Just like the blood of the Chinese nation, it is passed down from generation to generation, just like the new leaves in the fragrant forest urge the old leaves, and the flowing water is like the front wave giving way to the following wave. They are the manifestation of the times, with young faces and heavy hair but the old generals will not die, and the fire is passed down from generation to generation!
A photo covers Yang Ma’s scarf, the Youth League’s scarf, and even Zhongyong’s official website.
For a moment, ordinary people from all over the country looked at the photo and the people in the photo.
"Students, our Zhang Yuan has become golden today!"
In the WeChat group of Zhang Fan's classmates, the fat man from Nanyun was posting screenshots of photos while red envelopes were being handed out like raindrops.
"Zhang Yuan, come on!"
"The future head of the General Education Department of China! Look, the earliest academicians of the General Education Department in the north and south of China are personally backing Zhang Yuan! What a big deal this is!"
Zhang Fan's phone was like a vibrator, vibrating in Wang Hong's hand.
They were all congratulatory messages, "Zhang Yuan, awesome!" They were from classmates.
"Zhang Yuan, congratulations. I hope you will continue your efforts. Our company will always support you!" This is a medical company.
"Junior brother, you come down and I'll squat. It's so jealous." This is the junior brother.
"Aren't you an orthopedic surgeon? What are you doing in general surgery? You have no future and you only know how to chew on your old age. If you have the ability, you can conquer the world on your own!" This is the director of Shuitanzi.
"Great, seize the opportunity. The general surgery department in the hospital must take this opportunity to develop." This is Ouyang.
But Shao Hua's cell phone also rang, "Where have you been? Why is there no one at your house today? Your Zhang Heizi is wearing a scarf again. Taking pictures with a group of old men can be pinned to the top!"
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In the Zhongyong Education Hall, Zhang Fan began to summarize this tour.
Boring data, boring cases, Zhang Fan energetically explained the advantages and disadvantages of improved surgery one by one.
This time, no one questioned, this time no one said no.
Doctors from the outside world in the capital, and even doctors from as far away as Beihe, Jinhe, and Xishan and Sanchuan, all came.
Because Zhang Fan did not choose these provinces for this tour, but if this kind of surgery is not performed personally by the reformer, I don't know how long it will take to master it.
Rows of doctors listened quietly to Zhang Fan's explanation. Slides one after another and exploded views of surgery were constantly flipping through the hall.
In the afternoon, the first surgery at the last stop of the surgical tour began. Because of the obvious results of the roving surgery, this time, gallbladder cancer patients from all over the country gathered in the capital.
Everyone is looking forward to it, hoping that they will be selected. But it’s okay if you don’t win, because Chasu Hospital has established a gallbladder cancer treatment center.
In the operating room, "I'll disinfect you!" Old Man Lu also put on a surgical gown. When he put down the scalpel, he never put on his gown again.
Today, his youngest disciple started training. The old man was wearing a surgical gown that seemed a bit unfamiliar and looked at his student with a smile.
"Master..." Zhang Fan felt a little uncomfortable and his throat was a little sore.
"There is still a long road ahead. I hope you can maintain a cautious and compassionate heart as you did back then, and go further and further on this road. Master can't help you much. Today is the last time to push you. Let’s run, let’s run ahead, with our ideals, with our expectations, let’s run ahead!”
The old man smiled, holding oval forceps and iodophor cotton balls, and gently drew golden vertical lines on the patient's abdomen, like runways, like a take-off runway built for Zhang Fan. Same.
This is the fire inheritance!
