Chapter 552: Being Late

Zhang Anmin stood in the stairwell, smoking a cigarette, looking ahead, too tired to talk.

It is indeed easier to be the first assistant than the chief surgeon, but after a busy day, plus two slow gallbladder operations, it really made his waist and legs that are no longer young enough to bear.

Zhang Anmin felt a little hopeless when he thought that he would have to undergo another operation in a while, that tomorrow might be another day like this, and the day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow might have to run for three hours to Bazhai Township.

crunch.

The door to the stairwell was pushed open.

Zhang Anmin didn't even bother to turn his head, and silently blew another smoke ring.

Before going back to the operating room, I have to cover it with mouthwash, otherwise it will be embarrassing to be told by the nurse.

He usually doesn't smoke much, and he's been very tired recently, and he can't concentrate...

"Xiao Zhang rested?" He Yuanzheng's voice came from behind.

"Huh?" Zhang Anmin was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette.

"Take one of mine." He Yuanzheng took out a cigar, handed it to Zhang Anmin, and then handed him a gas lighter and scissors.

Only then did Zhang Anmin notice that He Yuanzheng had a short cigar thick as an index finger dangling from his mouth.

"Short crown, it will be finished in a while." He Yuanzheng raised his hand again, and Zhang Anmin quickly caught it.

Under He Yuanzheng's guidance, Zhang Anmin carefully cut the end of the cigar, then turned it on with a lighter, took two sips lightly, and exhaled sparse smoke.

"You can light it again, the center is not burning enough." He Yuanzheng said: "You didn't seem to smoke before."

"Smoking less. Smoke too."

"Did you smoke a lot recently?"

"yes."

"Stress, staying up late, smoking, and the three major causes of cancer." He Yuanzheng raised his eyelids as he spoke, and said, "Can you stick to Ling Ran's surgery?"

Zhang Anmin took another puff of the cigar and let it out, letting the smoke cover his vision.

"Don't stick to it,

So what? Zhang Anmin looked at He Yuanzheng, and suddenly wanted to tell the truth: "Of the three of us in the same year, I am the slowest progresser. I have to do something..."

The sudden opening of the heart always catches people off guard.

He Yuanzheng, who is in his 40s, also sighed.

What Zhang Anmin said seems normal to outsiders, but it is an unavoidable cruel story to doctors: If a department has a doctor of the same age, it means that there is a great chance that in a certain future One day, there was a competition for the position of director.

There is only one director of the department. A successful person means success. If a loser can't swallow his anger, he can only leave the hospital and start over.

He Yuanzheng himself has not gone through this baptism, but he has never witnessed or even participated in such a competition and standing in line once.

He Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Anmin again, indeed, he couldn't win unless...

He can follow a doctor like Ling Ran.

"If you are going the way of department director, I can remind you." He Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Anmin and said, "Ling Ran is younger than you."

Zhang Anmin silently took a puff of his cigar.

"There is a reason for seniority ranking in hospitals." Seeing Zhang Anmin looking at him, He Yuanzheng couldn't help but chuckled, and said, "What's the matter, do you think I'm not qualified to stand on seniority ranking?"

Zhang Anmin forced a smile.

"Why is our hepatobiliary surgery so weak? In fact, in the final analysis, isn't it because I, He Yuanzheng, are too young?" That's great, even if our hepatobiliary surgery sets the threshold for recruiting to a Ph. Why?"

Zhang Anmin didn't say anything, he didn't need to say this, the doctors in the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery had already talked in private: the deputy directors who are not equivalent to directors are trash, and Yun doctor doesn't recruit trash.

"I'm too young. The vice president who is willing to leave is older than me. What are you doing here? Do you want to earn a salary for retirement?" He Yuanzheng smiled, then looked at Zhang Anmin, and said, "Ling Ran is only 20 years old this year. Come on, if he takes over from Lao Huo, look again, the emergency center will be reshuffled..."

"Unless Dr. Ling's promotion is faster." Zhang Anmin also went all out, took a puff of cigar to his lungs, and instantly coughed.

He Yuanzheng also involuntarily picked up the cigar.

He knew what Zhang Anmin meant, and Ling Ran probably wouldn't stop at the department director.

In fact, He Yuanzheng may believe this more than Zhang Anmin.

In the hospital system, technology is not omnipotent, but it is much more useful than money.

At the level of He Yuanzheng, he can find a suitable hospital and ask the other party to set up an entire department, which can be done with tens of millions of funds a year. So, what about Ling Ran, whose technology far exceeds that of He Yuanzheng in the field of liver resection?

No matter how poor Ling Ran's cholecystectomy is, it will not affect his value in hepatobiliary surgery. There is no doctor who can control the entire field. Hepatobiliary surgery cannot be done, and it is no problem to open a specialized liver surgery. With Ling Ran's technology, it will not be difficult to develop into a liver center in the future.

"It's good that you have your own ideas." He Yuanzheng was no longer in the mood to smoke a cigar, turned around and left the corridor.

Zhang Anmin leaned against the wall slowly, looked ahead, and smoked a cigar slowly.

He estimated that this was the last time He Yuanzheng gave himself a cigar.

After a while, Zhang Anmin turned it off, and then went to the operating room.

Stepping on the door, Ling Ran was still wearing hand washing clothes.

"Fortunately, I thought I was going to be late." Zhang Anmin smiled self-consciously.

"The others haven't arrived yet," Ling Ran said.

"Huh? Didn't you have to prepare in advance?" Zhang Anmin was surprised.

"No." Ling Ran replied.

Zhang Anmin let out a "huh" and said, "The second assistant is from the hepatobiliary surgery department today? You didn't bring your own?"

"Zuo Cidian and the others have all gone back to rest."

"You still have to bring someone of your own by your side for convenience." Zhang Anmin understood what was going on, and this was He Yuanzheng expressing his attitude.

Ling Ran didn't even think about it, he glanced at Zhang Anmin and said, "Didn't I bring you?"

Zhang Anmin was stunned for a moment.

"Have you washed your hands? Getting ready for surgery." Ling Ran raised his head and signaled the nurse to put on his surgical gown.

Zhang Anmin subconsciously went to the front to put on his clothes, his face was uncertain.

After a while, Zhang Anmin made up his mind, walked up to Ling Ran, and said in a low voice, "Doctor Ling, Director He came looking for me just now, and he probably wanted to stop me. I didn't take the call."

"What are you stopping here for?" With the help of the little nurse, Ling Ran spread out the towels and disinfected them quickly.

While operating, an anesthetist who was not very familiar with the appearance of passers-by stared at Zhang Anmin and Ling Ran, his gossiping heart burning.

Zhang Anmin gritted his teeth and said, "Director He is probably still not satisfied with your liver surgery and gallbladder surgery."

"He also said today that hepatobiliary surgery is very stressful."

Zhang Anmin smiled wryly: "That's not what he meant. Director He also wants to perform a few more operations."

"I understand when you say that." Ling Ran could well understand the mood of the doctor who wanted to do more operations. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If the liver is removed, I'll do more flying knives."

"Flying knife, yes, it's good to make a flying knife..." Zhang Anmin was attracted again.

When Ling Ran used flying knives, his assistants were all at the level of a few hundred yuan a game. After a day, they earned more than going to Bazhai Township.

Ling Ran nodded and said, "You can discuss with Zuo Cidian the hospital that is suitable for you later. Liver resection has relatively high requirements for postoperative management."

"Okay, don't worry." Zhang Anmin agreed, and with a thought, he couldn't help but think that there are only dozens of hospitals around Changxi Province that can perform liver resection and are qualified to provide postoperative management. Ling Ran If you run around in these hospitals, and everyone mentions Yun's liver resection in the future, what will you say?

Zhang Anmin has no doubts that with Ling Ran's skills, as long as he goes to a good hospital, he can show his extraordinary strength - far surpassing He Yuanzheng's strength. Will He Yuanzheng think that he wants to Want to overwhelm yourself?

Zhang Anmin thought of this, then looked at Ling Ran, and saw that the latter was staring at the screen without distraction.

Zhang Anmin's mood inexplicably calmed down, not only because of Ling Ran's handsomeness, but also because Ling Ran didn't have to do anything, but he would overwhelm He Yuanzheng.

"A good technique is a great thing." Zhang Anmin noticed the look in the eyes of the anesthesiologist, so he became very narrow-minded, and winked at him while talking.

The thin, passer-by-looking anesthetist was stunned, and then his eyes lit up.

Then, the anesthesiologist winked at Zhang Anmin.

Zhang Anmin: ⊙▽⊙