Path of Medicine With a System

There are always three or five friends in life. Even a very lonely person will have one or two friends who can talk together.

The relationship between Mr. Lu, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Shan was also established under an unconventional situation. For ten years, the friendship between the three of them can be regarded as very pure after suffering.

After Mr. Lu hung up Mr. Chen's phone, he called Zhang Fan, "Are you in the operating room?"

"No, Master, I just had dinner with Director Lin of the Department of Orthopedics, and I'm going back to the dormitory now."

"Don't go back, let's go out for a while."

"Going to see a doctor?"

"That's right."

"Do you want me to prepare anything?"

"No, you come to the office and wait downstairs. Have you brought your driver's license?"

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Driving Lu Lao's special car, it was the first time for Zhang Fan to drive this kind of four-lap car, whether it was a designated or non-designated car.

To be honest, this car feels rigid. As for the power, it can be said in the past.

"Master, where are we going?" Zhang Fan lit the fire, then looked back at Mr. Lu.

"Come on, let me show you the way. I heard that you have made some very constructive improvements in the orthopedic hip replacement surgery?"

The old man leaned forward slightly and pointed the way for Zhang Fan while chatting with Zhang Fan.

"It's not a big improvement, it's just some small tricks." Zhang Fan just turned around.

"You take a good look at the way, we just talk like this." After finishing speaking, he said, "Small tricks? Hehe, you really have a lot of tricks. How many clinical operations records have you had?"

"Uh!" Zhang Fanhan came down. "I didn't record it, I just did it, I didn't deliberately record it. But the medical record is very complete."

"You!" Old Lu was almost speechless, that is to say, the old man is an orthodox literati, if it were Ouyang, he would probably have slapped Zhang Fan on the back of the head.

"When you come back later, let your senior brother tell you about medical statistics. Sometimes, your idea still needs to be some scientific statistics."

"Oh, okay!" Zhang Fan really listened to what he said. Western medicine, if you go a little higher, you must combine the laboratory, the data, and the statistics.

And this one is really a short version of Zhang Fan, and it can be regarded as Zhang Fan who was born in Ye Luzi. Regarding these, the elective courses of these medical schools have long been returned to the teachers of those years.

Steady four circles, running all the way towards the mountains by the sea, there are no mountains in the east, and there are no rivers in three rivers, which is not bad at all.

In Zhang Fan's eyes, these small stone hills by the seaside of Dongshan can't be called mountains anymore, at most they are just bigger rocky slopes. These stone mountains should be placed in the northwest, on the Qilian Mountains, on the edge of the Tianshan Mountains, directly on the younger brother.

Moreover, these mountains by the Dongshan seaside have a characteristic, that is, the soil layer is scarce, and the soil layer is almost invisible, and they are all white stones like bald heads.

The car circled the small stone hill a few times, and finally saw a yard built on the sunny side of the hill.

It is said that the yard is big, but not too big. The yard is lush and green, and there are dozens of small second floors or small third floors mixed in the shadow of trees.

Especially the small second floor directly opposite the gate, with a red five-pointed star hanging brightly on the door face, and there are no guards at the gate of the yard, but there is parking registration, and the guards are in place, and there is nothing missing.

After entering the courtyard, Zhang Fan took a look at the environment here, and he felt a kind of tranquility.

This place is different from the small fishing village that his senior brother took him to. Although the buildings in the small fishing village are messy and criss-crossed, but in the village, chickens and dogs crow, children play, and accompanied by the sound of waves, it gives people the feeling of a calm seaside A happy and simple fishing village life.

But it's different here. Trees, huge trees, grow in rows and rows, and the huge trees almost cover the yard.

The road is all cement road, clean, not even a leaf can be seen.

Except for the sound of the waves and the rustling of the leaves blown by the sea wind, there is nothing else, just like entering an empty city.

"This is an army sanatorium,

It used to be a research base, but later it was repurposed from waste and transformed into a nursing home.

You go straight ahead and turn left at the second intersection. "Lu Lao explained.

The car stopped in front of a small second floor. The building had obviously aged, and the building materials were still obsolete red bricks. Small saplings grew on the roof.

However, a vegetable field in front of the small building is well-manicured, and the vegetables grown in a row are full of vitality. When you smell it carefully, there is a slight smell of sheep dung in the salty sea breeze.

As soon as the car stopped, an old lady with silver hair opened the curtain made of bamboo with a smile on her face and waved to Mr. Lu and Zhang Fan.

"Old sister-in-law, are you in good health?" Elder Lu hurriedly walked a few steps.

"Okay, it's good, but I'm bothering you after getting angry with the stubborn old man every day." The old lady looked like an ordinary old lady in the countryside, but her words, tone, and demeanor...

"Fast forward, he's clamoring for a drink again, go talk about him." After talking to Mr. Lu, the old lady looked at Zhang Fan again.

"Hehe, what a young man with a lot of energy. Fast forward, big sun, go into the house to relieve the heat. It's a pity to bother you to drive here in this weather."

Although the old lady was refreshed, her activities were still very slow.

Zhang Fan helped the old lady lift the curtain and followed Mr. Lu into the house.

When Zhang Fan saw the red star at the gate, Zhang Fan knew that this place was special.

Originally, he thought what kind of decorations the inside of the house must be, but when he entered the old house, Zhang Fan couldn't close his mouth.

The wall facing the gate in the main hall is covered with photo frames, all black and white photos in the photo frames, especially a few photos, Zhang Fan can recognize the characters inside at a glance.

Zhang Fan opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the facilities in the room, and felt that the owner of this room was a different kind.

The tables, chairs, and benches are all old-fashioned wooden furniture with a little varnish. Even the phone on the table is an old-fashioned phone with a digital disc. On the side wall is a huge and exaggerated map of Huaguo.

There is a Four Immortals table and two extremely old-fashioned high-backed wooden chairs under the main hall. Looking at this thing, Zhang Fan feels that sitting on it must be uncomfortable.

Looking again, sitting on the stool was an old man who was pouted and staring. He was definitely losing his temper.

Moreover, the appearance of this old man is also very distinctive. At first glance, the first impression it gives is that it is thick, just like the old-fashioned Soviet happiness motorcycle.

The forehead is protruding, the cheekbones are raised, the eyes are like falcons, the ears are big but not fat, and the left hand placed on the table has sudden muscles and bones.

At a glance, you can feel that this old guy is not easy to get along with. The old lady who greets Zhang Fan and Mr. Lu feels kind, like an elderly grandma in a rural village of a child in Huaguo.

And this old man, giving people the impression that he is directly resentful, playing chess with regrets, chatting with others, disagreeing with each other, and fisting each other.

"Is this black boy your closed disciple?" The old man's triangular eagle eyes looked at Zhang Fan as if looking at a lamb and asked Lu Lao.

No pleasantries, no politeness, just like preparing to quarrel.

Coupled with the broken gong voice, the young Zhang Fan felt that the old man was a dangerous person.

Mr. Lu smiled and did not exchange greetings. Instead, he took a few steps to the chair next to the old man, sat down, and then poured a cup of herbal tea with the porcelain kettle on the table.

"Well, my closed disciple, what do you think."

"Just ordinary people!" The old man looked at Zhang Fan slightly contemptuously, and then withdrew his gaze.

The old man has an arrogant posture, but he can't be hated no matter what. Maybe it's because he's too imposing, maybe he's too old for young people to care about him, maybe...

Instead, the old lady enthusiastically took Zhang Fan's hand and placed it on the stool next to her. With her warm and slightly gritty hand, she pulled Zhang Fan to sit down.

"Don't worry about it, that's how he is. He can't speak all his life, and he has no culture all his life. Unlike you young people, everyone is a literate person.

Come, try the dried fish that I dried myself, it tastes good. "

While talking, a middle-aged woman who looked like a uniform or not was holding a teacup and a small plate made of bamboo, smiled and gently placed it on the table next to Zhang Fan and the old lady.

Even the teacups on the table have a long-standing feeling, white porcelain with a lid, which is a row of white porcelain cups on the meeting table in old TV dramas.

Zhang Fan nodded politely, feeling quite puzzled. Glancing at the old man whose appearance could scare a child into tears, and then at the kind-hearted old lady, I despised the old man in my heart.

"This stubborn old man is very lucky. I don't know how he found this old lady."

The old man ignored Zhang Fan and the old lady, but turned sideways and talked to Lu Lao.

Ordinarily, this old man is really a strange person.

When he was a child, he escaped famine and joined the team. At that time, he was not as tall as a gun, so he ran with the team in order to have a meal.

Not being able to go to the battlefield and staying in the army, he became the commander's orderly, and he could be regarded as a red kid who grew up in the army.

Later, he chased away XXX, fought with Laomei in North Korea, and fought with monkeys in Laoshan. The old man is considered a hero in the army.

But the old man has a bad temper and seniority, and most people regard him as a leader as his subordinates.

Anyway, he is a hero in the war years and a miracle in the peace era. In the end, I will take care of my life early.

Zhang Fan sucked the dried fish that the old lady took out, and listened to the chat between the two.

You can’t eat this dried fish. The old lady is probably very lonely. Seeing Zhang Fan is like seeing her own junior. She stares at Zhang Fan kindly. As long as Zhang Fan is about to finish eating, she will definitely grab another one. Give it to him, and ask in a low voice from time to time, "Is it delicious? Eat more if it tastes good!"

"Tell me, how old am I? They still cut off my alcohol and don't let me smoke. What's the point of my life? Even if I don't drink or smoke, can I live another eighty or ninety years old?"

The old man's broken gong-like voice was particularly piercing.

When the old man was talking, the old lady was holding the dried fish in her hand, but it was obvious that her attention immediately turned to Mr. Lu and the others.

"Hehe, let me take a look at your examination results first. This illness is the same as when the army fought in the past. If you can't fight, you have to fight. If you can't fight, you have to find a way to reduce losses from the side.

You are also a military strategist, do you still need to ask others to explain this truth? You can't know that you can't beat it, but you still have to send guns and cannons to the enemy. Isn't this the XXX of the year?

You're not so stupid yet! "

When the old lady heard it, Zhang Fan could feel the smile between her eyebrows.

When the old man heard it, although he felt that something was wrong, he still nodded, "It seems to be the same reason! You old man will fool me, so let's look at the inspection results first."

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