Doctor: It's reasonable to perform surgery on yourself.

When changing into casual clothes, Shi Lian was still worried.

Is the female patient Jiang Dong'er interested in the teacher...

No, I shouldn't worry about this. It's obvious that all the female patients admitted by the teacher like him very much.

But, Jiang Dong'er is very beautiful. Her little face is like a porcelain doll. After chemotherapy, she shaved her head and looked like a pitiful little nun. Even I was moved when I saw her.

I feel pity for her, which is the best interpretation of her.

Will the teacher be seduced by such a female patient?

Shi Lian was worried, and the more he thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

At this time, Xu Qiu finally changed his clothes. He hung the white coat he changed on the wall and muttered: "I should be away for a week or two this time, and I can't touch the operation."

His tone was full of regret and pain.

Hearing this, Shi Lian's face straightened and silently pinched his eyebrows.

...I worry too much. The teacher can't be obsessed with beauty.

I feel sorry for the little nun, the long-legged female doctor in a white coat, the pear-shaped nurse uniform... none of them are as good as a scalpel flashing coldly under the shadowless lamp.

...

It was a little after five in the afternoon.

Fu Qing, Mayor Lu, and several special police officers carrying special suitcases came to Linyi.

"Director Wang, are you going?" Xu Qiu asked.

Wang Shengde was very resistant to Tiandu.

When he worked at Union Hospital, he was the leading hand surgery genius in the country. Later, his tendons were cut off by a patient who was making trouble. He resisted and was punished by the hospital to pay 70,000 yuan...

That was an era when even ten thousand yuan households were rare, and it was also an era when the medical system was extremely backward.

Making trouble is justified, which is a portrayal of those years.

Wang Shengde left Union Hospital in anger and came to the remote Linyi. Union Hospital helped him to the position of director of Linyi Hospital in order to compensate, but he always had a grudge.

"I'm going too?" Wang Shengde was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression.

Every time he went to Union Hospital, it was to attend the National Hand Surgery Development Conference. Although his hand was disabled, he did not fall behind in theory and practice.

Although he was often devalued, Wang Shengde did not give up.

"Why should I go? I have been busy managing clinical medicine in the past few years and have not achieved any results." Wang Shengde waved his hand with an indifferent expression.

Xu Qiu said, and then looked at Fu Qing at the other end of the sofa.

Fu Qing was wearing a Zhongshan suit and waved his hand unsmilingly. The assistant beside him quickly took out a document.

Wang Shengde's eyes followed the movement of the document and finally came to his hand. He looked at it in confusion, and his pupils slowly dilated.

This is an invitation letter from the National Hand Surgery Association. The content on it is very simple. It is roughly that Wang Shengde's achievements in recent years have been verified and have great academic significance. He hopes to invite him to serve as the deputy director of the National Hand Surgery Association.

That is, the second in command.

Although it is said to be the second person, there is only one deputy director in the Hand Surgery Association. Everyone knows that this is the director who is appointed internally. As long as he waits for another term change, Wang Shengde can almost sit firmly in the position of the number one figure in the field of hand surgery in the country!

Wang Shengde's fingers holding the document trembled slightly.

His eyeballs also began to shake restlessly.

He scanned every word on the document. For the past 20 years, he has been waiting for this document day and night, sending countless theoretical results, hoping to be recognized in the field of hand surgery...

But no one is willing to practice.

It was not until Xu Qiu appeared and applied several hand surgery procedures he pioneered to palm and finger regeneration that they finally realized that they were wrong...

He waited for 20 years from the age of 38 when his tendons were cut off to the age of 58 this year.

None of his former friends and former colleagues were willing to believe in his ability, and they dared not practice his hand surgery theory. In the end, it was Xu Qiu, who had just joined the company, who helped him trace the source!

Did these people really admit their abilities?

Or did they want to use their relationship with Xu Qiu to tie Xu Qiu to the Hand Surgery Association?

Wang Shengde smiled silently, looked at Fu Qing, and asked, "Secretary Fu, can I handle it myself?"

Fu Qing made a gesture of invitation: "President Wang, please do as you please."

Wang Shengde nodded, crossed the document, and with a click, tore the document in half, then folded it in half and continued to tear it open.

"I don't need their approval now. Xu Qiu has told me what a real doctor is...with no worries, a pure heart, and an operating table everywhere. I will continue my research on replantation of severed hands, but no longer for the sake of seeking an official position, but for the patients."

...

On the special plane.

Fu Qing supported his temples, looked at Wang Shengde not far away, and asked, "President Wang, how does it feel to take a shower on the plane?"

Wang Shengde smiled and said, "It's great. I have never taken a flight of this level in my life. I used to travel in economy class...After all, I am poor in Linyi. I didn't expect that I could take a shower at an altitude of 10,000 meters!"

"Correct, it's 8,300 meters." Xu Qiu said rigorously.

"Awesome!" Wang Shengde applauded.

Fu Qing and Mayor Lu also laughed.

If it were anyone else, the three of them would think that the other person was sick, actually caring about such useless details, it was simply overcorrection.

But if it was Xu Qiu... Is this a genius? He is too rigorous and meticulous in his work and life, and is simply a role model for our generation!

"Do you want to design another hairstyle?" Fu Qing looked at Wang Shengde again.

Dean Wang was not interested in working in the Hand Surgery Association, but his wife was still at the Union Hospital in Tiandu.

The other party is a strong woman. She has been working hard in Union Hospital for many years. She has already taken the position of chief director of the Department of Hand Surgery of Union Hospital and also serves as vice president of Union Hospital. She is qualified to compete for the position of president.

If President Wang's wife can win, one of the couple will be in charge of clinical medicine and the other will be in charge of Union Hospital. The top of the new generation of hospitals and the top overlord of the domestic medical community will all have inextricable connections with Baiyun Province...

Then Fu Qing will wake up with laughter in his dreams!

"No need for a hairstyle. I only have two or three hairs on my head. If you do my hairstyle, I will be angry with you if you lose one hair." Wang Shengde secretly shed tears and was very angry.

After that, he looked out the window.

Finally going to Union Hospital...

Over the years, he and his wife would only go back to their hometown during the Chinese New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival. Unless it was an unavoidable work matter, he would not go to Union Hospital, a sad place.

And this time he took the initiative to go.

It was a reconciliation with the past.

Those managers back then, some died, and some are over 90 years old now. Wang Shengde can't just jump in front of the old man and yell, "Give me justice?"

Dean Wang is now a person of status. He holds Xu Qiu's thigh in the clinic, but he still has to save face outside the clinic.

Even if he doesn't want face, he can't lose Xu Qiu's face...

"Hey, why is there another person here?" Wang Shengde was in a daze when he suddenly noticed a figure moving in his peripheral vision. He was startled and shouted.

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