"Haha," Zhong Zhen laughed dryly, "You guys have a tacit understanding! Haha, you go on, go on, I'll go to bed first." After finishing speaking, he was about to grease the soles of his feet and flee the battlefield, but Wen Shaoqing suddenly called out he.
"By the way, you reminded me just now. I am a teacher and an engineer of the human soul. I can't control your body. First of all, I want to separate your soul from your body. I will first think about what to use A knife is better..." Wen Shaoqing glanced at Zhong Zhen while speaking, "It's not good to use a knife, it's too bloody, it's better to torture both physically and mentally, and it will automatically separate after a long period of torture."
Zhong Zhen fell into the sofa with a bitter face, and simply broke the jar, rolling and moaning.
Cong Rong looked at it blankly for a while, and then she was afraid that she had really made a serious move. Just now, she didn't think much of it, so she looked at Wen Shaoqing.
Wen Shaoqing understood, glanced at Zhong Zhen, and gave the answer, "It's just pretending."
Zhong Zhen was not convinced, "I didn't hit you again, so why do you say I'm pretending?"
A faint smile curled up on Wen Shaoqing's lips, "They are all medical students, who can hide it from others if they pretend or not? Is it interesting?"
After hearing this, Zhong Zhen also felt that it was boring to pretend to be in front of this old fox with deep knowledge, so he stopped pretending, touched his forehead, and said pitifully to Cong Rong: "But my headache is real, Sister."
Cong Rong was unmoved and didn't even look at him.
Zhong Zhen tossed about for a while, and felt bored when he saw no one was paying attention to him, so he took out a small mirror from somewhere, and looked at his face for a long time, "Sister, look at my face, will there be scars?" Huh? Will I be disfigured?"
Zhong Zhen has a baby face, and he is born with thin skin and tender flesh, which makes the scratches very obvious. He looked into the mirror and murmured worriedly: "I will go to the plastic surgery department some other day and ask Dr. Shen for a few boxes of ointment for removing scars."
Cong Rong was left speechless by his quarrel, and directly made a big move, "Okay, didn't you argue a while ago to buy a camera? Buy it for you, stop reading."
"Really?" Zhong Zhen didn't care about his face anymore, he threw the mirror and turned to look at Cong Rong excitedly, "Cousin, if I get beaten every day, will you buy me something every day?"
Cong Rong stroked her forehead, now she had a headache, "Shut up!"
After tidying up Zhong Zhen, Cong Rong remembered that the notebook and recording pen were still in Wen Shaoqing's study. After she got them back, she found that the recording pen had been turned off, and all their conversations had been recorded.
She obviously pressed the power button before, but she didn't know why it didn't turn it off.
She pressed the play button, and soon his clear and deep voice came out. Listening to his voice made her feel as if she was in another world. At that time, she wore earphones and watched the game video he narrated countless times. The voice in the video was obviously processed by a voice changer, but the voice in her memory suddenly became his original voice.
Cong Rong turned off the recorder abruptly and shook her head, trying to shake the voice out of her head. She must have been stimulated today, so she should wash up and go to bed early.
As soon as she lay down on the bed, she received a wechat from Wen Shaoqing.
"I'm going to the hospital early tomorrow to deal with things, so I can't make you breakfast."
Cong Rong went back and forth to edit and delete for a long time, and finally only replied with a word of "OK".
Yesterday Wen Shaoqing specifically asked the students not to look at their mobile phones when they went back, because they were afraid that certain comments on the Internet would affect them. Now that the Internet is so developed, the news probably spread not long after yesterday's accident, and the pressure of public opinion can be imagined. He didn't watch it himself last night, and turned off his phone very early. I arrived at the hospital early today, changed my clothes and sat in the office before turning on my phone and watching related news.
Browsing through one by one, the discussions among the netizens were in full swing, but he felt calm.
Wen Shaoqing looked at it for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw Chen Tu standing in front of him and smiling at him.
Wen Shaoqing also laughed, "What do they say?"
Chen Tuo pulled up a chair and sat next to Wen Shaoqing, and said in relief: "What can I say, those young female doctors and nurses were already fascinated by miniatures, and now it's even worse. It depends on the comrades of the People's Liberation Army. How brave Professor Wen is, whether there is no heaven and earth under Professor Wen, Professor Wen can write articles with a pen, and Wu can fight with doctors with a knife. Don't worry, we all support you. Those few yesterday The doctor rushed to the emergency department to treat the wound, and the doctors and nurses in the emergency department were very helpful, so they ignored them and left them to dry."
Wen Shaoqing couldn't help laughing, "Is this not good? Will I be complained?"
It was rare for Chen Tu to be unruly. "What I'm afraid of is wounds that can't kill people. They should be the ones who are afraid. It's best not to get sick in the future. Let's see which other hospital dares to accept them."
The two were talking enthusiastically, when they suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and when they turned their heads, they saw the director standing behind them. The director frowned tightly and glanced at Wen Shaoqing, and then said to Chen Tuo, "I'll check the room later, and when everyone is full, come to my office."
During the meeting, those who participated in the fight yesterday were naturally scolded by the director. Wen Shaoqing, the main culprit, saved face and didn't scold them much, so he caught a few interns and students and scolded them hard. Wen Shaoqing couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted him with a light cough, "Director, don't swear a few words, you can't just look at the present, you have to think about the future, in a few years, when you are old and need to see a doctor, it is exactly When these little friends grow up to be pillars, are you not afraid of dying at their hands when you seek medical treatment from them?"
The director twitched the corners of his mouth, "You all go out first, Wen Shaoqing stays."
The director naturally understands the truth that the law does not blame the public. He stared at Wen Shaoqing for a long time, "You incited them to fight back yesterday?"
Wen Shaoqing nodded frankly, "Yes."
The director was so angry that he vomited blood, "Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?! Do you know that those media and reporters gathered around the dean's office yesterday!"
Wen Shaoqing shook his head, "I don't know."
"You..." The director glared at Wen Shaoqing for a while, "suspend the job and go home to rest for two days, and write the inspection carefully!"
Wen Shaoqing had been being scolded with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, and only when he heard this did he look up and ask, "How long is two days?"
The director considered it for a while, "At least one month! It will be determined at that time depending on the specific situation!"
Wen Shaoqing nodded and said nothing.
The two were silent when someone knocked on the door, "Doctor Wen, the dean asked you to go to his office."
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Director, shall I go then?"
The director waved his hands irritably, "Go, go!"
Ten minutes later, Wen Shaoqing stood in the dean's office and watched the dean sigh and circle in front of him, "You say you, what do you want me to do with you?!"
Wen Shaoqing had a calm face, "You can deal with it as you want."
The dean frowned into a deep "Chuan", "Then how will I see your grandfather in the future? How will I meet your father in the future? And your mother, I and your mother are brothers and sisters of the same school." ! What do you want me to do with you?!"
Wen Shaoqing turned off the phone last night and didn't care about the opinions of the outside world, but the dean was right. He really couldn't ignore the elders in the family. He took a breath and said, "I'm causing you trouble."
The dean was worried about the Wen family behind him, and it was difficult for him to explain to the Wen family that something like this happened on his own territory, not to mention that Wen Shaoqing himself had a good attitude at the moment, so he was even more embarrassed. He persuaded earnestly: "Mr. Wen, why fight if you have nothing to do? If you really get hurt somewhere, how can I explain to your old man?"
Wen Shaoqing's eyes froze, "Doctors are not saints. The attitude of going to the courtyard like this is really chilling. I don't want to see no one will be a doctor in the future. It's as simple as that. It has nothing to do with the Wen family. My grandfather and my father's place, They may not think that I am doing something wrong, I will say it myself."
The dean stared at him with a complicated expression for a few seconds, "Go out first."
As soon as Wen Shaoqing returned to the office, several colleagues and students surrounded him with sad faces.
He smiled, and just about to say something, a nurse came over and called him: "Mr. Wen, the patient in bed 15 is not feeling well, please go and have a look."
Wen Shaoqing took off his white coat, "I'm suspended and can't see patients anymore. Zhong Zhen, go to Dr. Chen Tu and show him."
The scratches on Zhong Zhen's face not only didn't heal after a night, but also swelled up, looking more like a little tabby cat, which is even more funny when coupled with his miserable expression, "Dr. Chen just entered the operating room."
Wen Shaoqing paused, "Let's find the director then."
Zhong Zhen turned to the little nurse and said, "Go to the director, I'll talk to my boss for a while."
Wen Shaoqing looked at several colleagues with a smile, "Go and do your work, or the director will curse again soon."
Several doctors laughed, and were called away by the nurse one after another. In the end, only a few of Wen Shaoqing's own students remained.
"Boss, don't go."
"We have fought all the fights, why only punish you alone."
"That's right… "
Wen Shaoqing smiled slightly, "You are still young, you will understand in the future. Besides, I am suspended, not resigned. I called the department to explain the situation, and you will write a good inspection later, and the school will not embarrass you Yours."
While talking, he bowed his head and wrote something on a piece of paper. After finishing writing, he put it on Chen Tu's desk and pressed it with a cup.
As soon as he moved, a group of students followed him. He was funny, "Everything follows me, do whatever you need to do. Yesterday I taught you how to take off your white coats, and today I will teach you how to put them back on. After putting them on, you have to use them." Mission. Health is a matter of life and life, to ensure that you are not extreme and contradictory, not humble and fragile under healthy conditions. But it is enough to dedicate your youth and blood to the medical career, and your medical career does not need it. That’s fine, it’s all Go get busy, and ask Dr. Chen or the director if you have any questions."
After Wen Shaoqing drove a few students out of the office, he left the hospital.
After Chen Tu came out of the operation, he felt a little sad when he saw the note Wen Shaoqing left for him on the table.
On the top are the conditions of several patients and the points that need attention, and there is a sentence at the bottom.
"Someone may come to make trouble, pay more attention to Dr. Zhao and Zhong Zhen."
Chen Tu sighed, but to do good deeds, don't ask about the future, probably a kind of helplessness of contemporary medical staff. It's almost noon, when it's noon, he's going to have lunch with that precious girl, Sambo, to adjust his mood.
Not long after, the dean suddenly appeared at the door of the department, stopped the director and asked, "How did you deal with Wen Shaoqing's matter?"
The director replied honestly: "Suspended for inspection."
The dean stared, "Who told you to suspend him?!"
The director looked serious, "He led the students to fight, Dean."
The dean coughed, "That can't be suspended!"
The director looked at the dean with a strange expression, "Dean, what's wrong with you?"
"Go to your office and talk." The dean stepped into the office first.
The director followed in at a loss.
"You really don't know who he is?" The dean reminded him with a look of resentment after seeing him close the door, "Wen family!"
The director was even more at a loss, "Which Wen family?"
The dean was so angry that he patted the table, "How many Wens are there in the medical field? You know how to bury your hair and write articles. Can you look up?"
The director suddenly realized, "No... aren't they all in the military hospital? Why did you come to our hospital?"
The dean sighed, "Although he is young, his qualifications are not shallow at all. He has been in the profession since he could speak and write, and his bones are the blood of doctors accumulated over generations. What others first learned was the "San Zi Jing". Kaimeng studied "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions", can it be the same? It is older than our qualifications! Mr. Wen taught it by himself. His knowledge is very deep. He can put his hand on your pulse for half a minute before you know it. What's wrong with you! Those people who combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine are thinking of poaching him every day, don't you know? Even without these, you can compare with his knife?"
After finishing speaking, the dean frowned and asked, "How many days have you stopped?"
The director felt a little guilty, "One month..."
The dean patted the table, "How long?!"
The director hesitated, "Two weeks."
The dean glared at him, "How many days?!"
The director replied in a low voice: "Two days..."
The dean was finally satisfied, stood up and prepared to leave, "I will see him in the hospital in two days."
The director stopped him, "Dean, if something like this happened, the media and the hall should give an explanation, right?"
The dean waved his hand, "His father has already dealt with it, otherwise you thought it would be so quiet today? You inform him to come to work in two days. Also, if this kind of thing happens again in the future, the hospital still has to show the attitude it should have. You have to be tough when you should be tough, you know?"
The director looked at the dean's back and scratched his head. It was you who said soft, and you who said hard. Do you think you are a sponge