Sun Ming lamented that he had saved his life. He calculated his private money, and finally gritted his teeth and said that he would treat everyone to dinner.
This was a life-saving grace. It saved the aunt who wanted to die by herself, and also saved more than a dozen people in the community hospital.
You should still have a meal.
But as soon as this proposal was made, Director Kong rejected it. Sun Ming repeatedly complained and was sincere, but Director Kong reluctantly agreed.
If Sun Ming were to treat him, it would definitely be a small shop on the street, and the food wouldn't be very good. If you ask this guy to pay thousands of dollars for a meal, he will probably have to come to 912 and be hospitalized the next day.
However, except for big bosses like Lin Jiaojiao who treat guests, the food everyone usually eats is not that expensive.
Su Yun was worried about asking him to treat him without breaking any muscles and bones. He asked many questions before booking a place to eat.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the director's office and looked around at the patients. Seeing Chang Yue smiling happily and chatting happily with the patients, they didn't bother them. They just wondered when Chang Yue would be able to smile with them. As a junior doctor, it is too much to keep a straight face with the senior doctor all day long.
When I returned to the office, I saw Liu Zewei writing medical records with a frown on his face.
"Old Liu, why are you so worried?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss Zheng, I...haven't I not written medical records for more than ten years?" Liu Zewei sighed and said: "In the past, when I wrote medical records by hand, I was also confused. There are more than a dozen medical records a day, both in and out of the hospital, and there are also It's like having an operation and no one has time to embroider."
Zheng Ren knew that Professor Liu was telling the truth. In the past, when doctor-patient conflicts were not serious, medical records were written by hand. A first-pass enlarged medical record takes at least 40 minutes, and it is still the kind of thing that you can’t even recognize what is written.
Just fool around, it's okay anyway.
However, as the contradiction between doctors and patients becomes increasingly serious, medical record writing standards have been mentioned again and again in an increasingly important position.
It’s just that at that time Liu Zewei no longer had to write the medical records himself.
It's really difficult to pick it up from scratch now.
"Lao Liu, stop writing, let Chang Yue write." Zheng Ren smiled and said.
Liu Zewei's face was a little solemn. He shook his head and rejected Zheng Ren's proposal. If you want to be a visiting scholar, why not write medical records
If you want to learn surgery, you must leave a good impression on Boss Zheng. I am not as lucky as Gao Shaojie, but coming to 912 must be a turning point in my life. Liu Zewei thought clearly about all this, starting from the simplest things.
Zheng Ren didn't force it, he could just write if he wanted to. It was Chang Yue's business anyway.
In fact, Zheng Ren estimates that Chang Yue doesn't want Liu Zewei to write medical records. After all, teaching people to learn something is a very tedious task, and it would be more convenient for Chang Yue to do it himself.
The most important thing is that not long after the church, Liu Zewei left. He was not a 912 person, so there was no need.
But Zheng Ren didn't bother to think about this little thought.
Sitting down at Xiang Yang's old seat, Zheng Ren held a book and pretended to read it before entering the system space.
Since the intervention skill reached its peak, Zheng Ren has not taken a good look at the skill tree.
The peak-level skill tree, like Jianmu, stretches straight to the sky with no end in sight. In the quiet system space, there was a faint sound of rustling leaves, which made people feel uneasy.
Inadvertently, this happened, and Zheng Ren was also a little sad. He took stock of the few skill points and experience points he had left, and felt a little guilty.
After all, everyone is used to being lavish and generous. If he doesn't have some experience points to defend himself, Zheng Ren is still worried about some unexpected situation that will catch him off guard.
Although intervention skills have reached their peak, they are unparalleled in the world. His general surgery skills have also reached the master level, which is no weaker than Professor Senyu who went to Haicheng No. 1 Hospital last year. It is at the world level, but Zheng Ren is still a little worried.
This is because the dog's belly cannot hold two ounces of sesame oil.
However, Zheng Ren didn't have any good ideas. Apart from system tasks, he could only rely on long-term main tasks to grind little by little.
Entering the system library to read, time passed by bit by bit. Zheng Ren was thinking about the technique of embolizing the fundus of the stomach and the left gastric artery while reading.
In this kind of surgery, the embolization cannot be too severe, otherwise necrosis of the gastric wall will occur. It should not be too light. If it is too light, it will not be able to achieve the effects of local ischemia, gastric tissue peristalsis, and digestion weakening.
Intervening in the peak skill, Zheng Ren immediately had several thoughts. But without surgical training time, Zheng Ren couldn't experiment.
It seemed that it was useless for Lin Jiaojiao to worry. She had to wait until she saved up some surgical training time to do experiments.
Time passed quickly and I was off work in a blink of an eye.
Zheng Ren didn't care about these things as he went to eat. He just sat in Xiao Yiren's car and that was it.
Even if it's nice to be able to go to dinner, what more can you ask of Boss Zheng
Arriving at a mid-range restaurant, Sun Ming asked everyone about their tastes and what they couldn't eat before starting to order.
Su Yun looked at Hu Yanhui with a smile and asked, "Xiao Hu, tell me what happy event you have."
There were a lot of people, but they were all familiar. They were a circle of people around Zheng Ren. Although Hu Yanhui was a little embarrassed and her face turned red, she still whispered.
"Didn't I find a boyfriend?"
"My first guess is, tell me who is blind and found you." Su Yun's words made people want to slap him.
Just because of her good looks, such hateful thoughts will be ignored unconsciously.
Zheng Ren felt that if he spoke like this, he would definitely not be alive now and would be incomparable to Su Yun.
Hu Yanhui blushed even more when she was teased. She whispered: "I rented a house here and there was no parking space. When I went home a few days ago, I parked my car in front of other cars and left my phone number."
"Just your car..." Su Yun thought for a while and felt that he couldn't describe it.
Zheng Ren had never seen Hu Yanhui's car and was a little curious as to what kind of car would make things like this difficult for Su Yun.
"What kind of car is it?"
"Ma Liu, boss, you don't know how broken it is. One day I went to the Bank of China to do something, so I took Xiao Hu's car there. When I opened the passenger door, the soft bag on it fell down and almost missed me. ." Su Yun spread his hands and said helplessly.
"It hasn't been repaired yet." Hu Yanhui explained weakly.
"With your personality, you're still a girl?" Su Yun sprayed directly.
"Why doesn't it count?" Chang Yue glared at Su Yun, took Hu Yanhui's hand and asked, "Let's talk business."
Uh... I was interrupted by Su Yun, and the topic went to the other side.
"At about ten o'clock that night, I received a call saying that I needed to move the car, so I went downstairs wearing slippers." The color on Hu Yanhui's face became darker and darker, and his head lowered slightly, "Then Someone ordered me to move the car."
"He must be a handsome guy."