Path of Medicine With a System

China, the capital.

Shao Hua probably got up before four o'clock early in the morning. It was agreed yesterday that she was going to watch the flag raising, so she rushed Zhang Fan to the suite when she went to bed at night, and they slept in separate beds after their first marriage.

However, Zhang Fan was very supportive. Although the income in the past few years has allowed him to live a satisfactory life, Shao Hua has not only paid for time, it can almost be said that for Zhang Fan, Shao Hua resigned and even did not dare to make more friends.

The family is a place where reason cannot be reasoned. Sometimes, one of the couple must sacrifice something. Zhang Fan knew very well in his heart that without Shao Hua's peace of mind, not to mention other people, even if he married Princess Jia, it would probably give Zhang Fan a headache.

Therefore, at home, Zhang Fan has never had the right to speak, nor does he want to have the right to speak.

Shao Hua sneaked around like a thief, and tiptoed around for fear of disturbing Zhang Fan. When going out, Wang Hong was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

The two made an appointment today to see the flag raising. Wang Hong was enlightened. After getting Ouyang's approval, suddenly, she who was a little shy before suddenly became cheerful.

"Huazi, let's go. I've asked all the questions, there are so many people." He held Shao Hua's arm briskly, as if he was a very good friend.

In the early morning, Lao Chen knocked on Zhang Fan's door, "Zhang Yuan, I'll accompany you to dinner!" Wang Hong reported to him yesterday, and asked Lao Chen to find a car for him. If in the past, Wang Hong thought she was capable, she would find a car by herself, but now this guy has become smarter.

The breakfast was very simple. As if Zhang Fan had an operation that day, he absolutely did not drink milk or eat steamed stuffed buns. Many doctors are particular about it. This is not about poverty, let alone blindness.

Small dishes and steamed buns, but Lao Chen ordered a bowl of soybean juice himself. Zhang Fan was most influenced by Ouyang in terms of workplace temperament, and was influenced by Lao Gao in terms of professional ethics. Fan felt that he was influenced by Lao Chen.

In the past, I wasn't picky at all, but in the past few years, Lao Chen has started to be picky now.

However, Zhang Fan still felt that he was not old-fashioned, and he could drink Nima soybean juice.

...

At the entrance of the administrative building of Zhongyong Hospital, six old men and Zhang Fan walked slowly towards the head of health and the director of Zhongyong.

"Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome. Mr. Wu, Mr. Lu..." The sanitation bosses bent slightly and shook hands one by one, with affectionate expressions on their faces.

But it's hard to say whether I cursed in my stomach or not.

When it was Zhang Fan's turn, the sanitation boss didn't say a word to Zhang Fan, he didn't even say welcome, he just squeezed his hands, and then quickly let go.

The sanitation boss thought to himself, "Damn, I dare not offend you if I dare not mess with the old ones?"

Zhang Fan didn't mind at all, and even had a feeling of joy, come on, bully me, say something about me if you have the ability!

Under the flashing lights, a group of old people hug each other.

"I'm old, look at you, your back is hunchbacked, if it wasn't for this time, maybe we wouldn't have seen it."

"Look at you, you have to be supported by someone now, think about it carefully, we stayed in Tangshan for several nights without sleep, it was like yesterday, you have cultivated a good apprentice.

I heard that gallbladder cancer is our Huaguo doctor, and it was improved by your ancestral disciples. I told my wife, I want to see this doctor. Unexpectedly, you brought your apprentice here today. "

The relationship in the early years is not like the relationship in the future. Maybe the friendship back then was very simple. They all suffered together and struggled together. There was no chassis and no resources to compete for.

A group of old men gathered together, making Zhang Fan feel what sympathy is.

"Take a picture of us, it's not easy to get together, maybe this is the last time."

The moderate old director said softly to the reporter who was holding up the camera.

"Okay, okay!"

Twelve old men tremblingly lined up in front of the middle-of-the-road Xingzhe Building to take pictures. A few mediocre logistics staff quickly took out the chairs.

"Mr. Wu, you have to sit in the middle..."

"Brother, you are older than me, you sit in the middle..."

Humility, Huaguo culture, especially Huaguo medical culture, is reflected in this group of people.

At this time, even the medical chiefs did not dare to approach them, because they were the peaks outside Huaguo back then, and even though they were old, they were still mountains.

"Hey, boy, come here, come here, sit between us!"

"Me!" Although Zhang Fan's face was dark, he was still ashamed, with his hands outstretched, let alone sitting in the middle, even if he was standing behind as a back view, Zhang Fan felt that he was not qualified.

Where did I come from? The old people here fought against hepatitis A, drew an Asian liver map, created the largest liver disease laboratory in Asia, and improved Huaguo medical teaching. Which one of these is not a feat that made Huaguo Medical look up.

And what did I do.

"Stop praising him, how can he be qualified..."

"Hehe, we're a group of old men taking pictures, and they look very depressed. Come on, if you don't mind, young man, can you squat in front of us?"

Zhang Fan looked at his master, Old Man Lu nodded lightly, Zhang Fan strode swiftly over, and was dragged by the middle-of-the-road old director to squat between them.

When Zhang Fan squatted down, not to mention Zhao Jingjin, even the mediocre dean envied him. Really, if it wasn't for his age and fear of shame, he would have the heart to say, I want to squat in front of you too.

As for the director of general surgery of Zhongyong and Numeric, his chest was straight, and he even stood out of the mountain. It's a pity that the old men were not talking.

Looking at Zhang Fan who was squatting, the teeth of the mediocre director of general surgery were broken.

Click! Click! Click!

Under the flashing light, a group of gray-haired old men and a young man with a bright smile, like a sunflower, faced the sun and the rising sun, and left a photo that was legendary in the outside world.

"Hurry up, hurry up and send it out, it's precious, it's so precious."

Just when Zhang Fan entered the operating room, the photos were released.

Not only at the top, but also at the beginning: sixty-four springs and autumns, a sixty-four years of reincarnation, Huaguo Medical, despite the wind and rain, upholding the original intention and forging ahead. The heroes of the year are still silver-haired and their straight spines are still slightly bent. But by their side, There is a new generation of successors rising around them.

Just like the blood of the Hua Kingdom, it is passed down from generation to generation endlessly, just like the new leaves of the fragrant forest urging the old leaves, and the flowing water before the waves to let the waves behind, they are the obvious of the times.

A photo covered Yangma's scarf, Qingtuan's scarf, and even Zhongyong's official website.

For a while, ordinary people from all over the country looked at the photos and looked at the people in the photos.

"Students, our Zhang Yuan has become a golden body today!"

In Zhang Fan's classmate's WeChat group, Nan Yun's fat man posted screenshots of photos while sending out red envelopes like raindrops.

"Zhang Yuan, come on!"

"Huaguo's future head of general foreign affairs! Nima look, the first batch of academicians from the north and south of Huaguo outside the general public will personally sit in the background for Zhang Yuan! What a big deal!"

And Zhang Fan's phone, like a vibrator, kept vibrating in Wang Hong's hand.

It was full of congratulatory messages, "Yuan Zhang, awesome!" These were classmates.

"Zhang Yuan, congratulations, I hope you will continue to work hard, and our company will always support you!" This is a medical company.

"Little brother, come down, I'll squat, it's too enviable." This is the brother.

"Aren't you from the orthopedics department? What are you doing in general surgery? If you're worthless, you'll know how to grow old. If you have the ability to conquer the world by yourself!" This is the director of Shuitanzi.

"Great, seize the opportunity, the general surgery of the hospital must take advantage of this opportunity to develop." This is Ouyang.

But Shao Hua's cell phone also rang, "Where have you been? Why is there no one at your house today? Zhang Heizi in your house is wearing a scarf again. You can also be on top if you take pictures with a group of old men!"

...

In Zhongyong's education hall, Zhang Fan began to summarize this tour.

With boring data and boring cases, Zhang Fan energetically explained the advantages and disadvantages of the improved surgery one by one.

This time, no one questioned it, and this time no one said it couldn't be done.

People from outside the capital, and even doctors from as far away as Beihe, Jinhe and Xishan Sanchuan rushed over.

Because Zhang Fan didn't choose these provinces for this tour, but if this kind of surgery hadn't been performed by the reformer himself, he didn't know how long it would take to master it.

Rows of doctors listened quietly to Zhang Fan's explanation, slides one after another, and operation diagrams one after another, flipping non-stop in the hall.

In the afternoon, the first surgery on the last leg of the surgery tour began. Because of the obvious effect of the tour surgery, this time, the capital brought together gallbladder cancer patients from all over the world.

Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to being drawn. But it's okay if you don't get a good draw, because Chasu Hospital has established a gallbladder cancer treatment center.

In the operating room, "I'll sterilize you!" Old man Lu also put on the surgical gown, and when he put down the scalpel, he never put on his battle gown again.

Today, my youngest disciple left the teacher. The old man was wearing a strange surgical gown, looking at his student with a smile.

"Master..." Zhang Fan felt a little uncomfortable, and his throat was a little sour.

"There is still a long way to go. I hope you can maintain a cautious and compassionate heart like you did back then, and go farther and farther on this road. Master can't help you. Today is the last time to push you. Let's run, let's run ahead, with our ideals, with our expectations, let's run ahead!"

The old man smiled, holding the oval forceps, clamping iodophor cotton balls, and gently drew golden vertical lines on the patient's abdomen, like runways, like the take-off runway built for Zhang Fan Same.

This is the inheritance of the torch! 11536/10395423