Zhao Wenhua rested for a few days, put aside all his worries, and came back to work.
In the past few days, he traveled alone, listening to the echoes of distant mountains and empty valleys, and seemed to realize the true meaning of life in the morning bells and evening drums.
Everyone fell silent.
Life is like this, it seems that living it simply is enough.
Although at first, every time I calmed down, that simple and honest face would appear in my mind. But Zhao Wenhua tried hard to restrain himself and stopped thinking about him.
After a few days of correction, he repaired the wounds in his heart, put his daughter on the plane and came to work happily early in the morning.
Ignore the hospital bed and just work honestly. What else can Director Kong do to himself
Really drive yourself away? That's impossible! Zhao Wenhua still has the confidence.
Early in the morning, he came to the ward and saw that his ward was empty. There were no other patients living in it, and he felt a little relieved. After all, it was only a few days, so it was only natural that no one would ask me to borrow my bed.
Subconsciously I took a look at Zheng Ren's ward next to me, but it was also empty.
Zhao Wenhua was a little confused.
It's the time when the spring breeze is triumphant. I'm afraid there will be countless patients queuing up to wait for Zheng Ren's surgery.
How come there are no patients
Could it be a medical accident
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he killed it immediately. I know how well Boss Zheng's surgery performed.
Choosing not to confront him head-on, in fact, he had completely given up the idea of confrontation in his heart.
There is no shame in giving in because of insufficient technical skills.
Judging from Boss Zheng's skills, it shouldn't be a big deal, Zhao Wenhua immediately thought.
Could it be that Dong Tumor poached people directly? !
This is possible!
Zhao Wenhua felt a little happy and a little sad. However, he deliberately controlled his emotional changes and did not let the flames of jealousy burn him completely to ashes.
When he came to the office, Zhao Wenhua saw Liu Zewei's bald head.
It's a little bright, like walnuts that have been plated for ten years and have already become pulpy.
This is a professor from the Affiliated Hospital of Dibei Provincial Medical University. He came to Boss Zheng to learn TIPS surgery. Zhao Wenhua knew it.
Liu Zewei sat there bored, which meant that his guess was wrong.
What happened when I was not at home? Zhao Wenhua became curious.
"Professor Liu, are you busy?" Zhao Wenhua took the initiative to say hello.
There is still half an hour before the morning shift, and the office is empty. The night shift doctor is still washing and eating breakfast in the duty room. Only the two of them are there.
Zhao Wenhua obviously had nothing to say, and Liu Zewei also knew that this man and Boss Zheng were not at odds with each other.
But as a doctor in training, I don't have to rush to the front to confront Zhao Wenhua head-on.
Boss Zheng didn't say anything, so he just kept his eyes closed quietly.
"I'm not busy. I haven't had much to do in the past two days." Liu Zewei said half-truthfully and somewhat distressedly.
Zhao Wenhua pretended that nothing happened, walked around in a circle, and said with a smile: "Boss Zheng has a lot of work, are you still used to it?"
"Boss Zheng hasn't been here these two days." Liu Zewei thought about everything carefully and felt that everyone in the core knew that there was nothing to keep secret, so he said directly.
"Not there? Is the flying knife gone?" Zhao Wenhua asked.
"Flying knife... did go, but only for two days. After he came back, he went to the special needs ward. Dr. Mehar just performed prostate surgery yesterday..."
Zhao Wenhua felt a little disdainful.
This is just rushing to flatter the world's top professors. It makes no difference.
"This is not Dr. Olsson from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences coming over and grabbing Boss Zheng to make a physical model. President Yuan personally ordered that Boss Zheng not be allowed to accept patients for a while."
"What?" Zhao Wenhua felt that he heard wrongly and asked subconsciously.
"Alas." Liu Zewei sighed and did not continue to follow Zhao Wenhua's words, but just shook his head.
"Royal Academy of Sciences? Is it related to Boss Zheng?" Zhao Wenhua asked in shock.
"I don't know the specifics." Liu Zewei said vaguely: "I heard Boss Zheng and Brother Yun talk about some common sense issues in medical physics a while ago, but I couldn't understand them."
Zhao Wenhua was speechless, looking through the window at the special needs ward in the distance, silently in a daze.
He did not continue to ask. It was obvious that Boss Zheng's sky was beyond his reach. What others do to themselves is a dimensionality reduction attack.
It's not too late to look back now. As long as you want to understand, it's never too late.
Just a doctor, what connection does he have with the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? He doesn't want to win the Nobel Prize in Physics.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua smiled sarcastically. You can’t win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, let alone the Physics Prize.
I think too much.
Become a happy person from today on.
Starting from today, go out to the clinic, admit patients, and treat diseases, perform surgeries, and perform knife operations quietly.
Starting today, facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.
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Zheng Ren's life these days was worse than death.
He is constantly glad that he listened to Director Pan's advice and did not choose to engage in basic research.
He was used to clinical work, but once he left it, he listened to physical models and various formulas every day, which made his head grow bigger.
Fortunately, the work I was involved in has been completed. Dr. Mehar, Dr. Olson and the huge team have been sent away, and the matter has come to an end.
For seven consecutive days, only one operation was performed, Dr. Mehar's prostate interventional embolization. Zheng Ren felt that his fingers were almost rusty.
Even when I dream at night, I dream about the sound of the emergency department train.
Zheng Ren felt relieved as he watched the special plane take off and fly away with Dr. Mehar, Dr. Olson and the huge team.
Shi Huairu had disappeared long ago and did not come to see Dr. Mehar off at all.
Zheng Ren estimated that this guy was squatting in that research institute and pondering the formula of turbulence.
"Boss Zheng, you've been working hard recently." Director Kong saw Zheng Ren's expression and knew what this guy was thinking, and said with a smile.
Zheng Ren nodded, then smiled and said: "Director Kong, I can finally go back for surgery."
"You really don't need to rest for a few days?" Director Kong asked with a smile.
The attributes of the surgical dog in front of me are not too obvious.
As soon as the front leg sent away the Swedish doctors and research team, the back leg was eager to go back for surgery. Why did this happen
However, seeing his enthusiastic look, Director Kong didn't want to persuade him further.
"It feels like I haven't had surgery for a year, and I can't wait." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Dean Yuan has suppressed everything these days. Tomorrow morning, you can set aside time for Mr. Li to do a full-body CT scan." Director Kong said.
"Mr. Li agrees?"
"Yes. Boss Zheng, is it possible to find the location of the tumor?" Director Kong asked.
"Not big." Zheng Ren sighed.