"He said that he had data to prove that people in a daze are conducive to brain rest. The people in the neurosurgery department of our hospital often speak with witty words, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false." He Guangyou continued to quote Huang Zhilei, indicating that he fully recognized the neurosurgery of his hospital. strength.
"Huang Zhilei?" Song Xuelin repeated these three words, as if he had a vague impression.
Feeling that the name aroused his interest, He Guangyou reminded him: "You should have seen him. Last week, didn't they come to the door of our Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery to help save a pregnant woman? The doctor wearing glasses is Huang Zhilei."
Song Xuelin¡¯s mind went through memories and positioning, and determined: ¡°It¡¯s Dr. Cao¡¯s person.¡±
"Yes. He is Dr. Cao's younger brother. He has been promoted to attending physician. He is the general resident this year and is running around the whole hospital. We secretly laugh that he is the Huang Daxia wearing glasses." He Guangyou wanted to laugh when he thought of the name Huang Zhilei.
Being called Huang Daxia, Huang Zhilei is so enthusiastic and righteous every day. It¡¯s not that passionate justice is bad, it¡¯s just that it¡¯s too much.
"Doctor Cao, take him." When Song Xuelin uttered these words again, it was obvious that he was a little confused.
"I know what you want to say about him. Was he a little reckless and hasty last time? Yes, he is like this sometimes. Dr. Cao has always criticized him for this." He Guangyou said.
"Why?" Song Xuelin asked.
¡°I¡¯m not asking why Huang Zhilei was so rash, but why Cao Yong chose someone with such obvious flaws to lead him.
Cao Yong is a well-known top technical expert, and he has an extraordinary reputation in the field of neurosurgery, which is known as the top of surgery. It is equally famous in their northern capital. If Cao Yong wants to recruit people, let's face it, all the best surgical students in the country will flock to him.
"I don't know." He Guangyou shook his head decisively. How could he know what Cao Yong was thinking if he wasn't a roundworm in Cao Yong's belly.
Cao Yong, Song Xuelin thought about the two meetings they had last time and this morning. This legendary god-like neurosurgery expert seemed to have no interest in him even if he asked his name once. On the contrary, he could see that the technical boss was very interested in Xie Wanying.
By the way, where is she?
Realizing that she was no longer there, Song Xuelin suddenly remembered that when he cut out the tumor, he was subconsciously thinking about what her expression would be like.
I was shocked by this idea.
"Where did Xie Wanying go?" He Guangyou turned around and asked the others this question.
Gong Xiangbin knew it and told them both: "She followed the anesthesiologist to send the patient back to the ward."
Patients who have successfully completed the operation do not need to be escorted back to the ward by the surgeon, only the anesthesiologist. A group of people accompanied her back to the ward not knowing what was going on.
¡°Maybe I just came here and don¡¯t understand.¡± Gong Xiangbin said.
"How could she not understand after three months in General Foreign Language School II?" He Guangyou refuted his speculation.
"She probably wanted to observe more about this patient's postoperative condition." Song Xuelin spoke.
He Guangyou discovered that the Song Dynasty scholar who cherished words like gold would spit out more words when it came to issues involving Xie Wanying.
After receiving the look from his senior, Song Xuelin twisted his mouth. Because he couldn't figure out what was going on with him.
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Xie Wanying, who returned to the ward first, found classmate Zhao Zhaowei peeking at the door of the ward.
"Yingying." Zhao Zhaowei saw that she had finished sending the patient away and waved her over to talk.
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