Two Hundred and Seventy First Who Is This?

For the preparation of the exam, Zhang Fan's seniors counted one by one, and some even were master tutors, "Just focus on your thesis, and resolutely don't play it. Don't think about shocking these big bosses with a single mouth.

It's not bad to not show your butt! "

Zhang Fan resolutely implemented the plan given by his teachers, and did not talk about his thesis and cross-line matters at all.

Cha Su, Ouyang learned that Zhang Fan had passed the thesis, the old lady put down the watering pot with a smile, and went to the hospital.

"Your Dean Zhang is already a master's degree now, or a master's degree graduated from an academician. Don't you have a sense of urgency? Don't you have a sense of crisis?

Still thinking about going out with your dean in the future? Every day, you know what is right and what is wrong, gossip, and even some people, even without a qualification certificate, are thinking about dating and finding a partner.

Let me tell you, you Zhang Yuan can agree, I am not something you can fool.

Starting from the next quarter, two people will be released each year to study as graduate students, and their salary will be raised by one level. Moreover, when you Zhang Yuan goes out, give priority to those who work hard!

Think about it, take a small notebook every day, and treat drug dealers like they are their sons and daughters, and they don’t want their souls for two or three cents.

Which one is more and which one is less is up to you to decide. The quarterly assessment will start next month, but if you pass the test, I must let you Zhang Yuan put forward the ranks of the city hospital, and I will tell you that there are many villages and towns with tea ingredients!"

Zhang Fan is Ouyang's confidence, no matter how high Zhang Fan walks, she will have as much confidence as she has.

Now that Zhang Fan has obtained a master's degree, the old lady instantly felt that these undergraduates were no longer popular. Externally, she kept expanding and internally she kept demanding improvement.

Anyway, both inside and outside must match me with Zhang Fan, if I don’t, I’m sorry, I won’t wait for you.

Blue Bird, Mr. Lu sent Mr. Xia and Mr. Chen away. At the airport, Mr. Xia said to Mr. Lu: "I will go back to the speaker first, and then I will go to the capital to wait for your master and apprentice. This patient is very special. Stop scaring your little apprentice.

Don't want to give it to me! "

"Hehe, good teacher Xia, I understand. You go first, and I will bring him to find you later!"

Facing Mr. Xia, Mr. Lu can only be a junior, and he can't even talk back, because he is also his teacher.

But don't give me this sentence,

Lu Lao felt weird in his heart, his apprentice became a classmate?

Hurry up to send Mr. Xia away. On the way back, Mr. Lu felt that he shouldn't scare him like this anymore, otherwise he would have an accident!

"Okay, stop grinning. Isn't he just a graduate student! Can you see how many masters there are among my students?"

But when the old man saw Zhang Fan's black face smiling and blooming, he couldn't help but sneer.

Their generation pays attention to a rule, the master speaks, and the students must listen. For example, Zhang Fan's dear elder brother is in his forties, and he is also a person in Shanghai. In front of the teacher, he is still the same as when he was studying.

But Zhang Fan was the only one who not only dared to smile with his master, but also could laugh with his master, so he finished a sentence, the emperor loves the eldest son, and the common people love the youngest son.

"Master, if I don't pass the test, I guess you have to say, look at my students, how many of them are undergraduates!~"

"I'm sorry, you haven't improved much in your studies, but your face is getting thicker."

"Hey! Master, when can I get my degree certificate?"

"What? Are you in a hurry?"

"It's not in a hurry, I miss you so much, I want to be with you so much..."

"Okay, talk carefully!" The old man's goosebumps probably arose.

"The stall at Cha Su is getting bigger and bigger, and now I feel a bit difficult and tired!"

Zhang Fan told the truth in front of his master.

"What's the matter?" The old man stopped laughing.

"Surgeries are becoming more and more complicated and difficult, but there are almost no ones who can help me seriously. I am not afraid of surgery, but today, for example, many operations are waiting for me."

"You mean you want to come to my side?" the old man asked intentionally.

"No! It's just..." Zhang Fan glanced at the old man, why didn't the old man play cards according to the routine!

"Hehe, do you want someone from me? You can forget it. I haven't brought students for a long time. Your senior brothers' stalls are no smaller than yours. Who do you let go?"

"Help me find good seedlings, such as those who have just graduated with a doctor's degree. For the time being, those who are purely for scientific research are not needed, and they must be able to go to clinical practice!"

"Pick and choose what you can, doctors, do you have doctors in your hospital?"

"No, isn't this here to ask you for help!" Zhang Fan pretended to be aggrieved.

"Okay, let me go to the capital with me the day after tomorrow. As for other things, let's talk about it after we finish!"

The old man didn't agree, and Zhang Fan didn't do anything either, he couldn't just lie on the ground and play tricks, and Zhang Fan didn't ask what he was doing in the capital.

Zhang Fan was lying in the hotel, thinking to himself, where can I find some finished masters? In fact, he just set a high condition for the old man. He thought about getting the old man to pay back the money, but he didn't think about it.

Mr. Lu has already started to make phone calls: "You have brought several Ph.D. students over the years. Is there any one who graduated with a clinical bias?"

Anyway, he asked all the students who were qualified to lead a doctorate. Now it seems that doctors and masters are everywhere, but in fact they are still scarce, especially in the border areas. Even after ten years, it is estimated that there will still be no doctors in regional hospitals, and most of the provincial hospitals have masters. As for doctors, they are probably self-produced and sold.

The people Zhang Fan asked for were not only doctors but also clinical, the conditions were too difficult!

The situation reported by the students is not optimistic. It is too difficult for them to graduate with a Ph.D. and send them to the frontier. Therefore, there is no one to find a doctor.

There are a few clinical masters who are willing, because the person who asked this matter is either the professor or the dean, and they have clearly stated that they are their seniors and important people.

Not to mention that my younger brother is the dean of the three hospitals in the border area, he still promoted Mr. Wu's central tumor. Although the hospital is on the border, it is very convenient to go abroad to fly the knife.

As long as you go, you will be the Imperial Forest Army, as long as you go, you will be the direct line of your junior brother. Let alone first- and second-tier cities, even a third-tier city probably has a bunch of masters willing to go there.

Kechasu, look at the map, all of them have gone abroad! It’s fine if there are golden retrievers or meatballs next to it, but if you look around, Lao Ha can be considered a little rich, and the rest of Stan can be called Asia, but one, two, three!

No doctor is willing to go, but there are three or four graduate students who are willing to go with the little teacher, because these are all clinical masters, and the doctoral exam is probably not enough, so why not do a blog!

On the weekend, the old man took Zhang Fan and Lu Ning to the capital. Mr. Xia has already arrived in the capital.

Why is Mr. Xia not well-known, because the old man brought out fewer students. Compared with Mr. Qiu, although it cannot be said that his disciples are all over the world, but looking at Nanhua, one counts as one. Almost the surgical directors of large hospitals are somewhat furred. old shadow.

As for Mr. Xia, there was only one postdoctoral fellow brought out! This also shows from another aspect how difficult the road of organ transplantation was.

For the Capital Digital Hospital, Zhang Fan still has a lot of feelings for the digital hospital, because there are few flowers in this place, unlike local hospitals where there are many factions. Even when you eat eggs, you have to distinguish between eating from the left and eating from the right.

At the elevator door of the ICU ward in the hospital, a group of people were already waiting. Expert rounds are still done by academicians and experts outside the hospital. In particular, although the director of the severe ICU does not need to go to the hospital entrance to receive him, he always has to greet him at the department door.

After Mr. Xia and Mr. Lu got in touch, their two teams met at the surgery building. Mr. Lu brought Zhang Fan and Lu Ning, and Mr. Xia brought a female doctor. He is already in his thirties or forties.

Mr. Xia greeted them with a smile, and Mr. Lu hurried forward, "Let the teacher wait for a long time."

"It's okay, it's okay, we just arrived too. Xiaolu is a professor now, right?"

"Hello, Professor Xia, I'm still an associate professor!" Lu Ning hurried forward to say hello.

Zhang Fan was afraid that the old man would ask him that he is now a master! So, as soon as Lu Ning finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "Hello, Professor Xia!"

"Okay, okay, you're okay too, Dean Xiao Zhang!" The old man is not a scholar or a fool.

When the female doctor saw Mr. Lu and the others, she smiled and nodded to Mr. Lu.

It's not that he's reserved, it's mainly because he really can't open his mouth. Mr. Lu has been famous for many years, but although he is young but his bones are old, he is considered to be of the same generation as him here! So I can only smile slightly.

Instead, she said a few more words to Lu Ning.

When the old man Xia was joking with Zhang Fan, the female doctor turned her head to look carefully at Zhang Fan, feeling that she had never seen it before, and thinking about it, there seemed to be no such person in the major foreign journals. Then I suddenly had a question in my heart, "Who is this black boy? Zhang? Lu? It doesn't look like it!"

Immediately after looking at Mr. Lu, the eyes were full of admiration, contempt, and sudden realization!

In many fields, there are fathers and sons, but it is a bit difficult in the technology industry, so when some experts get old, their skills cannot be passed on, but the connections must be passed on anyway.

This is how many times, everyone often sees an over-aged old man leading a boy with a dirty mouth to worship mountains. And he also said that he was his last closed door disciple.

I don't know if I am proud of the technology, but the business is indeed very proud.

So Old Xia's female doctor asked a soul-like question! And when Zhang Fan looked at her like a sunflower, she only gave a fake smile that could no longer be fake, and then quickly turned to chat with Lu Ning.

"Ah! Damn, even if it's not a professor, I'm despised!"

Although Zhang Fan wasn't angry, he was always a little embarrassed. In fact, both of them thought it wrong, and it is estimated that such a thing can happen to this kind of person.

Not to mention anything else, even ordinary people are now doing things to save face.

Early mornings in hospitals are the busiest, especially Monday mornings. Many people gave some suggestions for seeing a doctor, "If you can't go on Monday, don't go to the hospital on Monday."

This is all nonsense, the doctor is the most comprehensive on Monday, and if you are really sick, the disease will care if you are on Monday?