Zhu Liangchen sat in the office, staring blankly at the computer screen. Countless thoughts intertwined in his mind, but in the end they turned blank.
The big movement in the ward opposite made him feel burned inside.
But there is no way, no way at all.
He was just regretting that all this should have belonged to him, not Zhou Chunyong!
Early in the morning, Boss Kong called and told him that Zhou Chunyong came to pick up Boss Zheng in person.
Boss Kong described Zhou Chunyong's condition very seriously.
Standing at the door of the ward, let alone the doctor's office, he didn't even enter the door of the ward. The waist is slightly bent, with a respectful attitude.
These descriptions are enough.
Lao Zhou, this is...
Zhu Liangchen sat in the office, cursing countless times in his heart for being a licking dog and having no shame!
But in the end he sat down slumped, knowing that he was wrong, wrong from the beginning.
When it comes to a keen sense of smell, I don’t need Zhou Chunyong to be inferior.
As soon as the earthquake relief work was over, Mr. Kong came back from the front line and went to the door himself. But what happened next, and why did he and Boss Zheng get further and further apart
Zhu Liangchen did countless reflections.
Time passed bit by bit, and the picture that appeared on the computer screen was the picture of the Xinglinyuan surgery live broadcast room.
The surgeon was performing the operation skillfully. Based on Zhu Liangchen's understanding of Zhou Chunyong, he knew that Director Zhou's surgical skills had made great progress in just half a month.
He had been thrown away unconsciously.
He watched the picture on the screen quietly, and the hemostatic forceps kept tapping on the radial process of the surgeon.
In Zhu Liangchen's opinion, the hemostatic forceps were a bit harsh, and sometimes he even thought it was intentional.
The young man holding the hemostatic forceps in his hand is showing his majesty!
Those details are insignificant and not even necessary.
But the magician didn't resist at all and seemed a little timid. If he hadn't known that the artist must be Zhou Chunyong, Zhu Liangchen would not have believed it.
A picture emerged in his mind.
In the interventional operating room, Zhou Chunyong had kind eyes and a humble expression as he allowed the hemostatic forceps to hit his radial process. When someone is beaten, one has to say that the beating was good... Is this a master beating an apprentice
This kind of behavior, which Zhu Liangchen considered humiliating, was actually accepted by Zhou Chunyong. Could it be that I was wrong? Zhu Liangchen looked at the computer screen and pondered.
What level Zhou Chunyong is, I know better than him.
As an "enemy", Zhu Liangchen carefully studied Zhou Chunyong's surgery countless times!
Zhu Liangchen knew every little problem and every detail that might lead to failure of the operation.
But these flaws and details are disappearing little by little.
This is not the main thing. With the young boss Zheng knocking on his back, it is expected that Zhou Chunyong will improve.
But what next
In Zhou Chunyong's technique, he added many small details that seemed completely unnecessary.
At first glance, these details were not necessary at all. Zhu Liangchen's first impression was that they would make the operation more complicated, which would shorten his career.
After all, they are all around fifty years old, and the deterioration of body functions is inevitable.
But when Zhu Liangchen looked back at the surgery that had just happened, he felt that it was completely natural.
When watching the live broadcast of the operation, the operation process became fragmented due to the beating of the hemostatic forceps.
But if you focus on the images and remove the fragments that were hit by the hemostatic forceps, the overall surgery is almost perfect!
Is this the point of being struck with a hemostat
Zhu Liangchen's hands were shaking a little.
He also longs for progress. Only progress can he be invincible.
I have been fighting hand-to-hand with Zhou Chunyong for so many years, and there is no clear winner because the two have similar technical levels. Zhou Chunyong is domineering, and Zhu Liangchen is no worse than him.
It's hard to tell whether it's a head-on confrontation or a soft power contest.
Although Zhu Liangchen was slightly at a disadvantage, in a battle at this level, this weakness was nothing.
But with the appearance of Boss Zheng, the balance began to tilt. Moreover, it was tilting at an accelerated rate, which made Zhu Liangchen extremely frightened.
regret
That no longer makes sense.
The past is past, no matter how much you regret it, it will be of no use.
What to do next, Zhu Liangchen knew this was something he should think about.
For a moment, Zhu Liangchen even had the urge to resign directly and go to 912 boss Zheng's medical team to study hard.
There are many surgeries there.
Boss Kong said that the community hospital is in the process of being renovated. One hundred hospital beds, with almost unlimited extra beds.
In other words, in a month's time, the number of surgeries performed by Boss Zheng in 912 will skyrocket. Domestically, no one can compare.
Even the interventional department of the largest rural hospital in the world cannot be compared with Boss Zheng.
If I go there, I must have surgery, there is no doubt about it.
Regardless of his technical level or his relationship with Boss Kong, Boss Zheng will treat him differently.
But this thought only appeared for a moment before Zhu Liangchen killed it.
It took many years for Zhou Chunyong to be promoted to the position of director of the second department of hepatobiliary intervention in Imperial City. Now give it all up and start all over again
impossible!
Zhu Liangchen knew that he didn't have the courage.
Maybe twenty years ago, I just went away when my brain got hot, and I would have to start all over again.
But now, I am already fifty...
so what should I do now
When Zhu Liangchen thought about this question, Zhou Chunyong's face was like a dog licking his face.
Not to mention training doctors, even doctors in our own profession and even leading professors rarely see Zhou Chunyong's smiling face.
His seemingly gloomy face completely disappeared in front of the young Boss Zheng, as if he had become a different person.
md!
Zhu Liangchen felt angry when he thought of Zhou Chunyong standing at the door of the 912 Interventional Ward, with his waist slightly bent at 5 degrees and a respectful look on his face.
He can do it, why can't he do it
This belief supported Zhu Liangchen to improve his technical level, and finally separated half of the world from Zhou Chunyong.
And now, this belief appears again.
face? that's not important. Face is given by others, not something you put on yourself.
Zhu Liangchen closed his eyes and stopped watching the live broadcast of the surgery.
At his level, seeing here is enough. For the rest, if you want to make further progress, you need the hemostatic forceps to keep tapping on your wrist, and the painful stimulation of the radial protrusion to escalate.
So be it, Zhu Liangchen stood up, his eyes becoming calm and gentle.
The struggle and hesitation disappeared, leaving only the firm belief that he had when he fought against Zhou Chunyong a few years ago.
He put on his white clothes and tidied himself up in the mirror.
I tried to smile, but the muscles on my face were stiff. Zhu Liangchen frowned, put his hands on his face, and pulled out a smile.
Yes, that’s it!
"Woof!" Zhu Liangchen shouted in front of the mirror.