Four Hundred and Sixty-Seven Finally Woke Up?

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"Thank you, Director Li."

When Lao Li just showed his head from the operation, before he even emerged from his body, a group of doctors from the burn department all cheered and surrounded him, all of whom were Director Li. When he came here, people still called him Professor Li and Dr. Li, but this time the names were unified.

The titles in the medical circle are particularly interesting. When young doctors tease each other when they have no superiors, they will call each other directors. And when the doctor reaches the top level of professional title, chief physician, if there is no position of department director, the relationship is generally better. When there is no department director present, they will often call a certain director.

In fact, the chief physician and professor with professional titles both represent academic status, while department directors not only represent academic status but also power status. Therefore, doctors are also human beings, and they cannot escape the circle of fame and fortune.

Sometimes, when a patient goes to see a doctor, it’s not just to flatter them, but it’s better to bring a little joy to the other person than to make the other person impatient. Therefore, when you don’t know what to call, there is nothing wrong with calling the director , Maybe I haven't been a director in half my life, I heard that I would use more snacks when I was tired from work.

Don't just say when you meet, show me what's wrong with me. Doctors are absolutely bad-tempered, especially when they are tired. Throwing out a major inspection that can be done or not is not only costly but also time-consuming. After all, this kind of thing cannot be judged solely by the moral character of a doctor.

After a group of people surrounded him, Lao Li became reserved. Really reserved, he is a returnee, sounds like a big name to die. In fact, no one peed on him when he left Zhongyong's hospital. For example, some hospitals have a dinner party, and when I inquire, oh, this group is graduated from Xihua, come, come, come, the director is also from Xihua, a group of people will naturally get closer.

And he can't. When I didn't meet Zhang Fan at the beginning, Manhuaguo was looking for a master. His status as a golden-haired returnee didn't add much points to minus a lot of points. It can be said that his path to find a master is more difficult and sad than his path to school.

It's different now, the materials have passed the clinic, and Zhang Fan in the operating room has begun to formulate surgical guidelines, he is different now, shaking.

Facing a group of colleagues who surrounded him with eager smiles, he nodded slightly, just like the modest director of a department would nod reservedly to a subordinate doctor after finishing his ward rounds. However, no one cared about his attitude at this time.

"Director Li, have you and Dean Zhang started to formulate surgical guidelines?" Finally, someone couldn't hold back and opened his mouth to ask a question that everyone was very concerned about. Although he knew that Zhang Fan was recording the details of the operation, he more or less hoped that Lao Li would deny it. He denied that Zhang Fan was formulating guidelines, but was writing a year-end report!

How do you describe this feeling?

Just like as long as no one in China makes a plan, no one is in a hurry. Anyway, this is a small subject, just wait for the golden retriever. No matter what the golden retriever can research, no one will be jealous.

But today, a young boy suddenly appeared in front of his eyes while making surgery guidelines, which made everyone feel a little uncomfortable. Just being uncomfortable is not enough, you have to actively participate in it, otherwise you will fall behind.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. The Chinese people know this truth very well.

"Yes, they are formulating surgical guidelines." Lao Li nodded solemnly.

"Guide, a person is not perfect after all..."

At this time, those who were not active began to be active.

On the operating table, it is definitely not a child's play to record things with a separate mind. Moreover, Zhang Fan's surgery is obvious to all. No one doubted Zhang Fan's surgical guidelines at the time, and now everyone is worried about not being able to participate.

It can be imagined that as long as the guide is completed after participating in it, among other things, maybe in the future, the textbooks for masters and even doctors in the burn department will have to put their names on it. This can be called a big boss.

"Yes, what Director Wang said is correct. But everyone knows the level of President Zhang." Lao Li paused after speaking, looking at a group of colleagues whose faces had changed.

"Why, get rid of us and stop playing with us? Are you looking for Zhongyong?" Everyone looked at each other, almost thinking the same thing in their hearts.

To be honest, if Zhang Fan really wanted to contact Zhongyong at this time, they really had nothing to do. If you look at the medical textbooks after the sixth edition, you can get an idea by looking at the editors, either from the capital or Shanghai, and very few doctors from other places fall on the editors of the books.

It can be seen from the teaching materials that almost all the best doctors in Huaguo are gathered in the capital and Shanghai, which is not a big problem.

Lao Li looked at everyone's expressions proudly, and then said: "Yuan Zhang is of a high standard, but a good man needs three helpers, right? Everyone needs to contribute now. Zhang Fan said that he needs assistants now. Relevant patients. Starting tomorrow morning, this is the compilation center for the guidelines for new transplant materials. Friends who have ideas, sign up and contact patients as soon as possible.

and……"

I don't know when, Lao Li started to speak melodiously. "And what, Director Li, don't take a breath, okay?"

If you are in a hurry, small departments and large hospitals are still very competitive. If you take advantage of this trend, you may be able to reach the peak of your career. No one is not in a hurry.

"Hehe, after my discussion with Stryker, Stryker will be fully responsible for the patient's surgical expenses and travel expenses. As long as the patient is suitable for the new materials, they can sign up."

In order to allow everyone to send the patients to Zhang Fan as soon as possible, Lao Li also spent a lot of money.

As soon as he said this, the people around Lao Li scattered away like birds returning to their nests. The compiled page is only that big, if you don't seize the opportunity to get in early, maybe one day you will be squeezed away by some big boss on a whim.

Professor Zeng watched everyone scattered and called, he was anxious. At this time, Lao Zeng was so anxious that he wanted to slap himself twice. "Too careless, too careless."

"Director Li, I..."

When it was almost time for the people to leave, Lao Zeng squeezed in. His legs were sore after a day of suffering, but his heart was even more sore. Who would have thought that Mr. Lu's apprentice would actually get burned, and he would become famous for it. Regretful old Zeng, his intestines are about to break.

According to Lao Li, Li Cunhou's previous personality will definitely give Director Zeng a headache and let him feel the nobility of intellectuals.

But now, Li Cunhou has no time or thought to compete with this kind of person. All for the surgical guidelines, all for Zhang Fan's surgery in the past few days.

"My comrade, how old are you? Don't you have a little bit of city mansion? That's not okay, it's just me and Zhang Fan who are easy to talk to. Okay, I won't say more, as long as there are patients, as long as there are qualified patients. You can also participate, but in the later editing, you still have to manage your own..."

"Understood, I understand, thank you, thank you, I must apologize to Yuan Zhang for me, and I will contact you now."

A group of people hurried away.

At this time, Lao Li was leaning on the wall, not knowing whether he was tired or too happy, but he seemed to be feeling weak anyway. Looking at the busy Zhang Fan on the monitor, Li Cunhou's eyes were moist. Thinking about the sufferings he suffered abroad these years, and the anger he suffered when he returned to China, really, even though the young man in the monitor was unreasonable on the operating table and was domineering to death, his heart was warm and sincere.

Like a resentful little daughter-in-law, Lao Li leaned on the door frame and looked at Zhang Fan.

Blue Bird, in the office building of the Affiliated Hospital of Qingnian University, Mr. Lu looked through the recent experimental reports. Since the knife was sealed, life has entered a normal state. The old man has time to play bridge with his wife in the elderly center.

The old man doesn’t have many hobbies, and he doesn’t know much about mahjong and chess. He just likes to play bridge. I don’t know what’s going on with his generation. They feel more fashionable than Zhang Fan and others born in the 80s. I don’t know if they went abroad to study or followed Deng Old man, I don't know if he is good at playing bridge, but he still has the posture.

Lu Ning, Zhang Fan's junior brother knocked on the door and entered his teacher's office.

"Hehe, why do you have the time to come to my place? Aren't you busy in the laboratory?" Without Zhang Fan, Lu Ning would be old man Lu's closed disciple. Moreover, Lu Ning and Mr. Lu are more similar, more like a laboratory.

"I'll come and see you. I've been quite busy recently." Without outsiders, Lu Ning naturally filled the teacher's teacup with some water. The old man didn't drink tea now, so he just drank some plain water. He drank too much tea and his prostate gland rebel.

"It's enough if you have this heart, don't keep visiting me to waste your time, I can't help you with your research now, the liver, gallbladder, pancreas and spleen are not separated, but in the end it's still a little bit more, if you have any problems with the pancreas, I can come to you Master, let's talk."

Ever since Mr. Lu stopped being on the operating table, his temper has become more and more amiable, and he really has a tendency to be sympathetic. It's not like before, when I was obviously old and frail and couldn't reach the previous level, then I lost my temper and cursed people on the operating table, blaming the assistant for not assisting me well, and blaming the equipment company for the equipment not working well. Anyway, when the old man was about to seal the knife, he was just like an old man who had reached menopause, and his temper was extraordinarily weird.

"Well, okay. Your improvement has been pretty good recently." Lu Ning also took a glass of water himself, sat in front of the teacher and greeted with a smile.

In the medical circle, there are too many master-apprentice enemies, but there are not many who are still so close after graduation.

"Is it not bad? I go to play bridge every day when I'm full. I don't work overtime or have surgery. No matter how bad my complexion looks, it's a waste of food."

The old man laughed.

"Junior Brother has summoned a group of people in the past few days. It seems that there is some kind of surgical guide coming out."

"What, a surgical guide?" Old man Lu took off his reading glasses and looked at Lu Ning in disbelief.

Lu Ning nodded.

"Oh, oh, this kid finally woke up. Did you remind me?"

"no."

"Which guide?"