Today, 912 holds the National Vascular Surgery Annual Conference.
The venue takes turns taking the throne, because there is no final conclusion on which hospital is the best in vascular surgery in the country. Just like a martial arts conference, everyone takes turns hosting it, and no one can dominate this matter.
Everyone is at the same level. For example, Director Mao Chimao from 912 and Director Sun Chaosun from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital were former classmates. Talent, luck, and hard work are all similar, and the final achievements are also similar.
The same goes for the Magic City side. There is no one who dominates the world in the academic field.
The meeting started yesterday and today it’s time for a tea party.
Several or more than a dozen academically top-notch directors sat together, chatting about random things, and sharing some speculations that they had not dared to say before to see who of them had a more accurate grasp of the future direction of science and technology. .
Talking and laughing, having fun.
There is no intrigue, it is just a purely academic debate, and no interests are involved. This is the best way.
Moreover, during the formal meeting, the director of the 912 Hospital, as the host, made a speech, and everyone could not let go of their emotions.
Vice President Yuan is not here today, so it's more casual.
After talking about the changes in vascular surgery in the past year and thinking about the new technologies that may be developed in the next year, everyone was still not satisfied after lunch.
Most of the people had left, and only six or seven directors from all over the country were still gathering together to chat.
"Director Mao, your level has not declined in the past few years, but has steadily improved. You are truly a miracle worker." A director from a provincial capital lost no time in saying something to make Mao Chi happy.
A few days ago, Mao Chi would have smiled and acquiesced to this.
It is impossible to maintain professional status and perform high-level surgeries in the twilight years of the career without paying a considerable price.
Keep your mind clear of desires, this is what you must do.
Smoking and drinking are not allowed. It is not completely forbidden, but at least it should be done as little as possible.
Exercise every day and watch less electronic products. As for TV series, novels, etc., watching them for a long time can cause serious damage to your eyes.
There is an old saying in the imperial capital, forty-eight, a flower.
Mao Chi is already fifty-four years old, and his eyesight is still intact. It can be said that he has taken good care of himself.
but,
This was my idea a few days ago.
Ever since he called Boss Zheng to rescue him, but Boss Zheng decided to stop trying any interventional surgery and directly open the chest, Mao Chi also had some doubts about his own technical level.
But this self-denial was buried deep in his heart. Once he began to doubt himself, there was no need for surgery.
Facing the unstinting praise, Mao Chi just smiled and said: "Old man, the world from now on belongs to you young people."
The young people he was talking about did not include the directors in front of him. When he said this, there was only one person in Mao Chi's mind - the doctor in the interventional department, Boss Zheng.
"Yes, sir. Director Mao, what do you usually do at home?" Director Sun Chao asked with a smile. He didn't want others to flatter Mao unscrupulously and inadvertently changed the subject.
"Look at the NBA, there is one game every day, no matter how many times you play, your eyes will not be able to bear it." Mao Chi said with a smile.
"Oh? One game every day? So regular?"
"Well, I don't listen to the commentators or watch the news. I look for videos on the Internet. I go home from get off work every day and watch a game, pretending to watch the live broadcast." Mao Chi said, laughing, recalling the time in school. time, the time when youthful sweat is shed on the basketball court.
"Director Mao, aren't you tired from watching so many games?" a field director asked jokingly.
"I'm not tired." Mao Chi said with a smile: "Maybe it's because I'm a simple-minded person. I can be happy just sitting at home and watching football games."
"Where's my sister-in-law? Do you want to watch it with me?" Sun Chao asked.
Mao Zhi was afraid of guilt, and this question was a bit heartbreaking.
In fact, he himself also had the idea of causing trouble for Mao Chi. A few days ago, a bullet embolism occurred, and the young bullies of 912 swept through the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University. Many old directors of the Affiliated Hospital were dissatisfied and angry.
So much so that when I see my old friend Mao Chi from 912, Director Sun Chao and Sun's eyes are glowing green, like a hungry wolf.
It would be great if we could get the place back.
But Sun Chao knew that this was unlikely. It would be good if his level was on par with Mao Chi. He couldn't do surgeries that others couldn't do.
"No, she can't focus on one thing." Mao Chi chuckled. When he spoke ill of his wife, he always felt a cold breeze on the back of his head. He subconsciously glanced back to confirm that he was not at home before continuing.
"These women are like this, that's why they are unhappy every day. They are like lizards, with two eyes that can see in two different directions." As he spoke, Mao Chi raised his hand and made a fist, placing it on his cheekbones.
Cute, a little bit cute.
Just these words touched the hearts of several old men present.
"They saw their beloved shoes with one eye, and looked at the young girl walking over with the other eye. They thought to themselves, Mom, when I was young, I was thinner and prettier than you. Even when I am old, my temperament is better than yours. .”
Hahaha, everyone present laughed.
Very relaxing and casual.
"After a long time, I realized one thing. Do you know what can make a woman happy?" Mao Chi paused.
No one knows how to answer this question.
"Nothing!" Mao Chi said with certainty, "Nothing can make them happy!"
"Then I focused on the NBA. I went home every day, drank some red wine, a small glass, ate peanuts, scolded the referees, scolded the players, how was Rose, how was Durant, I was very happy. of."
"The happy time of such a person is really the best time."
Mao Chi was obviously immersed in the atmosphere of going home and sitting in front of the TV every day to watch football games, and he couldn't extricate himself.
"Lao Mao, if your wife knew that you could get so much happiness from watching the NBA, would she insist on participating in it?" Sun Chao laughed and stabbed him at the right time.
They were classmates at the time. Mao Chi's wife was a flower in the senior nursing class, and Mao Chi finally picked it. Now when I think about it, my heart still aches.
"That's pure jealousy!" Mao Chi was very relaxed. After all, his wife was not around, and he didn't care about Sun Chao's words. Instead, he purely released his emotions.
"She must be jealous of me, jealous that I can feel real pleasure and happiness in front of the TV. This makes her feel unbalanced, so she wants to cause trouble and ruin everything!"
Mao Chi murmured in a low voice. At this moment, he sensed an inexplicable danger. It's like his wife is standing behind him holding a pan.
The cell phone rang, startling Mao Chi.
"Director Mao, neurosurgery, emergency consultation! Consider pulmonary embolism!"