Chapter 124 Professor Luo, please (Part 1)
Luo Hao felt a little complicated when he saw this scene.
I probably know a little about what Fan Dongkai is thinking, but Li Qiubo is asking for trouble.
But we can’t let our uncle lose face. Li Qiubo’s face should be maintained.
"Old Fan...Old Fan, you can get in the car first." Luo Hao said, walking up to Li Qiubo, "Dean Qiubo, I'm leaving now."
"Why so early? Have you had breakfast?" Li Qiubo asked with concern.
"After eating, I have a few surgeries over there today and will hold a small academic meeting. Fan...Old Fan returned to China to exchange surgery for maxillofacial hemangioma and related experiences and insights. "
"It's really a rush." Li Qiubo sighed.
“There is no way, academic conferences are always held. Let’s sit down and exchange experiences together, so as not to encounter similar patients who don’t know what to do.”
Have a few chats with Li Qiubo, Luo Hao waved goodbye and drove away with Fan Dongkai.
Watching Mark 307 leave, Li Qiubo's smile grew thicker and thicker. Lin Yuming was really envious of him for having such a good nephew.
The hopeless guy from my family has to let himself pave the way. Forget about paving the road. Even if he paved the road with his old bones, he probably wouldn't even be able to catch up with Luo Hao's back.
If Luo Hao were his nephew, his ceiling in this life might not be limited to the dean and secretary of the Mine General Manager.
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"Youren, are the conditions there so bad?" Wang Guohua held his cell phone, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Master! The prisoner that Lao Maozi exiled is Siberia, and this side is actually Siberia." Wen Youren sobbed on the phone, "The bitter cold land in our house is now spring."
"Yes."
"There is still heavy snow falling here, and it is more than 20 degrees below zero. Master, there are not even young people here, as long as they can walk, they are all gone. There are no people in the county. There are no patients in the hospital every day. They are basically elderly patients. "Sigh."
"Master, I really can't bear it anymore. I am also fifty this year and my bones are weak. At night, no matter how many mattresses are laid on the fire kang, my bones are still bruised. I can't sleep well night after night."
< br>"The top is so cold that it freezes the bones, and the bottom is as hot as a stove. I feel like I'm just a pancake. I don't know when it will be ready."
Wang Guohua felt distressed and complained at the same time. Who should I blame!
"Master, during the Chinese New Year, I went to see Dean Qiubo. He said we would wait for two months. It has been more than a month. Please tell me a few words. If I continue to stay here, I You have to die."
"Okay..." Wang Guohua replied hesitantly.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. It's really Luo Haotai who bullies others, woo woo woo."
Wu Guohua was so distraught that he hung up the phone.
Wen Youren, a big man, actually started crying on the phone. You can imagine how miserable it was over there.
If we don’t say that poverty alleviation and supporting border areas will bring certain benefits, it is indeed a hardship.
Wang Guohua felt a little awkward. He sat crookedly on his butt, but it did not affect his own judgment on the matter.
This matter was Wen Youren's fault. Luo Hao slapped him in the face. In addition, the big bosses in God City rushed to Donglian to put pressure on him, so Wen Youren had no choice but to leave.
He didn’t do it himself.
Wang Guohua sighed, put on white clothes, and went directly to Dean Li Qiubo without any further hesitation.
When we arrived at the door of the dean’s office, someone was leaving.
"Good morning, Director Guohua."
"Morning, you also come to see Dean Qiubo." Wang Guohua greeted casually.
"Look for Dean Qiubo to sign, he is not here."
No, Wang Guohua thought for a moment, but did not leave. Instead, he stayed at the door of Li Qiubo's office and waited.
If you want to ask for help, you must have the attitude of asking for help.
Although I am old, I cannot rely on my old age to show off my old age. If it's your own business, it's easy to say whatever you want, but isn't this Wen Youren's business?
Wang Guohua stood silently at the door of Dean Li Qiubo's office and waited.
I don’t know how many groups of people he passed through, and I don’t know how many strange eyes he had on him, but Wang Guohua remained motionless.
His relationship with Wen Youren is somewhat special.
There are various interests and conflicts between the retired director and his former students and apprentices.
Sometimes, the old director retires and is re-employed, but still controls the personnel and financial power in the department, ousting the new director, so that the new director struggles several times to no avail, and finally dies in depression.
In some cases, the new director will shut out the old director and erase all the marks left by the old director.
These may be facts that Wang Guohua has seen countless times with his own eyes, and he does not want to choose any one.
When Wang Guohua was still young, he almost starved to death. It was Wen Youren's parents who gave him a mouthful of food, so Wang Guohua always took good care of Wen Youren. Wang Guohua thought that he had a clear conscience.
Then this time... the last time.
Wang Guohua stood waiting at the door of Dean Qiu Bo's office like a sculpture, scouring his old face.
"Director Guohua!" Li Qiubo came down from the elevator and greeted Wang Guohua from a distance when he saw Wang Guohua standing at the door of the office waiting for him.
With a flash of lightning in his mind, Li Qiubo instantly understood what Wang Guohua was doing to come to him.
"Dean Qiu Bo, I'm busy." Wang Guohua grinned.
"Well, I'm going to see Professor Luo off." Li Qiubo said calmly.
After opening the fingerprint lock, Li Qiubo did not enter the office. Instead, he held his hand on the doorknob and looked at Wang Guohua.
"Director Guohua, what's going on?"
Wang Guohua was smacking the three words Professor Luo just said when a bad guess came to his mind.
Seeing that Li Qiubo did not enter the house, Wang Guohua immediately understood and his heart became clear.
"Dean Qiu Bo, there is too much work in the department now, I can't handle it, and my age is not lenient." Wang Guohua smiled, "Can someone else take over for Youren and help me breathe?" "Director Guohua, poverty alleviation is one of our policies. It is our policy to send famous doctors to the countryside!" Li Qiubo raised his voice and said loudly, "Director Youren is ours. The representatives of the hospital represent the hospital leadership’s full cooperation with the poverty alleviation policy! ”
The sound echoed in the corridor, and some hurried department staff cast surprised glances, but then lowered their heads and pretended not to hear anything.
But there were vague figures moving in the open office in the corridor.
"Director Youren has made huge sacrifices and contributions to our mine president. He cannot and cannot come back for the time being." Li Qiubo finished speaking with determination, opened the door of the office and walked in.
Wang Guohua had already expected all this.
The door was still open. Wang Guohua walked into the office and closed the door.
"Director Guohua, take a seat." Li Qiubo's voice softened, and he looked at Wang Guohua with a smile, "You are an old director, you are highly respected, and I have always respected you."
The words were half spoken, even He only said the beginning, and the rest was left unsaid, and Wang Guohua understood it all.
"Dean Qiu Bo, is Professor Luo Luo Hao? Is he out of character?" Wang Guohua asked.
“Well, it’s an extraordinary height.”
Wang Guohua’s eyes widened in confusion.
Directly breaking the rules? !
In his more than 40 years of medical practice, Wang Guohua has never seen anything like this before.
Li Qiubo smiled slightly, looked at Wang Guohua and said softly, "Not only did I get the appointment letter of professor from the Provincial Medical University, but also the appointment letter from Union Medical College."
"Wow~ "Wang Guohua's glasses fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Everything Li Qiubo did at the door just now becomes reasonable and has a perfect explanation.
"How is that possible?" Wang Guohua murmured.
“Professor Luo came back this time to help solve the problem.” Li Qiubo said in a casual chat, “The guidewire from Yongsheng County was stuck in the blood vessel for 2 years and stuck in the heart. , Professor Luo came back to help take it out! >
"Not to mention, Ronaldinho's ability is really strong. In less than 2 months, a medical team has been set up."
"Did Chen Yong come back with you?" Wang Guohua I was still thinking about the words "Professor Xiehe" in my mind. I was shocked and asked in a daze.
"No, it was an expert from Princeton who came back with us."
"???" Wang Guohua was completely dumbfounded.
“I searched.” Li Qiubo took out his mobile phone, found Princeton’s website, clicked in, and found Fan Dongkai’s profile.
“Here, this is it.” He called Wang Guohua to take a look and continued, “It’s hard to believe that a world-renowned interventional expert will work in Ronaldinho’s medical team, but it’s even harder to imagine. Unfortunately, the expert insisted that Ronaldinho call him Lao Fan "
"..."
Wang Guohua was speechless, and the sadness in his heart turned into a river.
Youren, I estimate that I will have to live there for a year.
That's it, it's hard to say whether he can return to the mine. It's very likely that he will be thrown into a medical consortium for retirement after he comes back.
That’s what struggle is all about, as long as you get on the field, the loser gets nothing.
If Luo Hao was knocked down by a real-name report at that time, Wang Guohua believed that Wen Youren would step on him without any scruples, leaving Luo Hao unable to stand up for the rest of his life.
"Old Director Guohua, I respect you, so I will say a few more words. If Director Wen persists for ten more months, someone will definitely replace him."
Li Qiubo picked the topic Ming, to avoid Wang Guohua's misjudgment.
This means that the person sitting in front of him is Wang Guohua, the successor and pioneer of the general surgery department of the mine, and Li Qiubo gives him a certain amount of respect.
On someone else’s side, Li Qiubo wouldn’t even bother to say a word.
“After Ronaldinho went to medical school for his first year, he has already started to do physical examinations for the provincial team. It is said that he has been recommended by experts in Shanghai, and his level is no worse than that of experts in Shanghai.”
"Please give our Mining Directorate peace of mind, old director Guohua." Li Qiubo sighed, "This matter is settled. Don't have any emotions on your side. Just hold on for one year. As for Director Wen, he is indeed the director of the hospital. He will definitely be given honor if he needs it."
Wang Guohua was in a low mood.
Every step Luo Hao takes, he hammers a nail into the board of Wen Youren's coffin. The coffin has been sealed shut in a few months.
Li Qiubo didn’t come in just now, but Wang Guohua also understood the few Mandarin words he said to him at the door.
It’s all for your own good.
It looked like he was slapping him in the face in front of everyone, but in fact he was telling Wen Youren through various channels that he should give up his ambition.
Perhaps, there is also the intention to tell Luo Hao, Wang Guohua is sure of this.
Dean Qiubo is very experienced in handling affairs, and every move has profound meaning.
Wang Guohua sighed, "Dean Qiubo, I'm back then."
"Old Director Guohua, if you have any difficult surgery, you can ask Ronaldinho to come back and fly the knife." Li Qiubo said slightly. A smile.
Throwing knife? !
Wang Guohua was startled.
"After all, it is the golden phoenix that flew out from our mine. I know that old director Guohua won't be able to use it, but after all, we have to put aside our grudges and look forward together."
Wang Guohua nodded. He nodded and left the office building without comment.
Looking back at the office building, Wang Guohua stood for a long time, a little confused and unfamiliar.
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……First Hospital of Medical University.
Yuan Xiaoli took off his hospital gown, put on white clothes and was busy.
The disease is not cured yet, but all indicators have gradually returned to normal, and normal daily medication is enough, so Yuan Xiaoli simply left the hospital and found time to give an intravenous drip in the department.
Because of the affairs of the small academic society, Yuan Xiaoli had to be busy.
Some time ago, in order to suppress Luo Hao, Yuan Xiaoli found his senior brother Fan Dongkai, and contacted several directors who had contact with him in the province and the neighboring province, and organized a small academic meeting on his own.
Although Yuan Xiaoli has made a 180° turn and his attitude towards Luo Hao has finally reversed, but those familiar experts and directors have come, so he can't just let it go.
The Chinese people, most of them are here to celebrate the New Year.
The small academic meeting that was supposed to be held still had to be held. Yuan Xiaoli felt as if he had eaten a fly, but he had to do it. He could only bite his back teeth and talk back and forth.
Why bother.
Why bother.
Yuan Xiaoli had contact with Fan Dongkai and knew that they had got on the highway early in the morning and were driving back.
Just hold on for one day and the academic meeting will be over. Yuan Xiaoli comforted himself and tried to suppress his restlessness.
But the things in front of him were somewhat awkward to handle. Yuan Xiaoli was not good at it and was listless.
"Xiaoli, leave this to us." Shen Zizai really couldn't bear it, and he said to Yuan Xiaoli, "You have just been discharged from the hospital, so you should rest more."
"You're done, director. " Yuan Xiaoli said politely.
In the past few days, Shen Zizai has also felt changes in Yuan Xiaoli. There have been subtle changes in his attitude towards himself, Luo Hao, and even other professors.
The arrogant and stubborn donkey of the past is gone. Although Yuan Xiaoli is not polished too smooth now, he is acceptable.
Shen Zizai was happy to see this change.
To say that it is still Xiao Luo Niu, he has changed a person subtly just a short time ago.
Yuan Xiaoli kicked the locker before they met, and now he has turned into a well-behaved and docile little sheep.
Yuan Xiaoli's attitude towards himself has also improved a lot, he is not as stubborn and frustrated as before.
It’s really good, Shen Zizai thought with a smile.
Several directors were sitting sparsely in the conference room of the interventional treatment ward.
"Director Yuan has been sick recently?"
"It seems so. It is said that Director Yuan lives in the operating room every day and eats too much."
"I am now planning to switch to radiofrequency ablation. , the number of surgeries that do not require threads must be gradually increased, otherwise, sooner or later, it will be over, and you will not be able to wait until retirement."
Interventional doctors need threads every day, even if someone tells them about Yuan Xiaoli. My illness has nothing to do with thread eating, but no one believes it.
People are the same everywhere.
"Director Yuan called for his senior brother this time. Do you think why?"
"The harm, I know, is not because there is a strong dragon in the department. It is said that the young doctor is not yet 30 years old and has already He became a professor at Union Medical College. "What the hell! Can a professor at Union Medical College work as a first-year student?"
The next step? Directors everywhere were talking about it.
Yuan Xiaoli could hear them chatting in low voices, so he became increasingly distressed.
If he had known today, why bother in the first place? Yuan Xiaoli thought to himself many times, but he still kept nagging.
My senior brother is particularly optimistic about Luo Hao and wants to take him back to Princeton.
Yuan Xiaoli felt a little better when he thought that Luo Hao would call him uncle in the future.
What would Director Shen Yongming call him when he saw him? Most likely it won't bark at anything, but it will stay away from itself.
This can be regarded as joy in suffering, Yuan Xiaoli relied on these vague thoughts to persist in his heart.
After more than an hour, some people started to doze off. Yuan Xiaoli didn't know how to host an academic meeting at all, so he was in a daze, making the situation even more embarrassing.
Shen Zizai shook his head and was about to talk to Yuan Xiaoli.
The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of wind blew in, and everyone was refreshed.
"Professor Luo, please." Fan Dongkai stood at the door and stretched out his hand respectfully.
“???”
"???"
"???"
The glasses of everyone sitting in the conference room fell to the floor.
What did you see? !
The story script in everyone's mind is - a strong dragon parachuted into the First Hospital of the Medical University. Yuan Xiaoli, Director Yuan, a local snake, came to the division to rescue the troops, preparing to give the strong dragon some color.
It's a dragon, you have to hold it.
The senior fellow from Princeton performed a palm technique that fell from the sky, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.
Although the story is old-fashioned, it is played out in this world every day.
But [Professor Luo, please] what does this sentence mean?
Looking at the unibrow, the man opening the door was undoubtedly Fan Dongkai from Princeton.
There is only one person with this kind of appearance in a million, and most people will never see one in their lifetime, so the possibility of admitting their mistake is infinitely close to zero.
"Old Fan, you don't have to be so polite." Luo Hao smiled and said so, but he was not polite to Fan Dongkai and strode in.
Lao Fan? !
This time even Yuan Xiaoli was dumbfounded.
Why did Luo Hao's name for his senior brother change when he went out?
That night, Yuan Xiaoli and Fan Dongkai made a video call. Fan Dongkai made it very clear that he wanted to set a trap for Luo Hao.
Yuan Xiaoli looked at his senior brother blankly, is this also part of the trap?
Or are you saying that senior brother has already knelt down? !
Shen Zizai was also surprised when he heard Fan Dongkai call Luo Hao.
Fan Dongkai’s attitude can be described as arrogant but respectful. What does this guy think? Are all the doctors at Princeton mentally ill?
After Luo Hao entered the conference room, he sat next to Shen Zizai.
Fan Dongkai and Yuan Xiaoli said a few words, opened the prepared ppt and started teaching.
Because of Dong Lian's flying knife and Yuan Xiaoli's change of attitude, a provocative academic seminar changed its flavor and everything was kept simple.
"Ronald, what happened? The relationship between you and Professor Fan feels a bit strange." Shen Zizai asked in a lowered voice.
"It's okay, it's just that Lao Fan wants to come to my medical team, but he won't let me call him Teacher Fan. He insists on calling him Lao Fan."
Luo Hao was also helpless.
Shen Zizai sighed.
Damn it!
I postponed today's surgery just to come to the scene to help Luo Hao.
Unexpectedly, the menacing Princeton experts had already raised their hands and surrendered before the meeting began.
I really can't comment on this matter.
Forget it, Shen Zizai began to listen to Fan Dongkai's lecture.
Seeing Fan Dongkai's expert look on his face and what he said was meaningful, Shen Zizai put down his personal opinions and listened carefully.
Gradually, everyone became fascinated by it.
Fan Dongkai spoke in a simple and profound way, without piling up sophisticated rhetoric or using an English word from time to time to show off.
Throughout the process, vivid surgical pictures were used to illustrate the problems, and some common difficulties encountered in maxillofacial hemangioma surgery were explained and solutions were given.
Although it is only a patient and surgery for maxillofacial hemangioma, it still has an inspiring effect on other surgeries.
The doctors present could not all draw parallels, but they had some insights after Fan Dongkai kept giving examples and kept nodding.
Everyone present was fascinated by it.
I originally thought I was going to watch a small quarrel and academic dispute, but after I came, I realized that this was a real academic exchange. It was more formal than the annual meeting, and I learned more.
Half an hour later, Fan Dongkai finished his ppt and his unibrow turned into "√".
"Let's talk about it for now. If you don't understand anything, wait until the surgery is done before we talk."
After saying that, Fan Dongkai looked at Luo Hao.
"Professor Luo, do you have anything to add?"
Luo Hao felt so embarrassed that Fan Dongkai called himself "you" in front of so many people and returned Professor Luo.
If it were anyone else, he would be very proud, but Luo Hao felt that Fan Dongkai was going to put him on the fire.
Despite this, Luo Hao is not afraid.
My own cows and horses are always a bit bad-tempered. After going to India and letting Fan Dongkai know what the King of Rolls is, he became quiet.
High-end hunters always appear in the form of prey, but now both Luo Hao and Fan Dongkai think that they are hunters and the other party is their prey.
The two people looked at each other with the same eyes, and Luo Hao shook his head slightly.
"Then let's do the surgery." Fan Dongkai said.
“You?” Yuan Xiaoli was surprised.
"Well, Professor Luo will be the surgeon today, and I will be his assistant." Fan Dongkai said very gently, not only not at all unhappy, but also with a hint of excitement and eagerness.
“!!!”
Yuan Xiaoli burst into tears.
How wonderful it would be if I didn’t know this senior brother!
She asked him to support her when she came back. Although Luo Hao diagnosed her disease and saved her life, Yuan Xiaoli still felt embarrassed.
Fan Dongkai doesn’t want face.
His pragmatic style is very much like that of an old white man.
Damn it, I’m really shameless, Yuan Xiaoli cursed in his heart.
Even if you are a senior brother, you should criticize him when you should.
"Professor Luo, please."
Fan Dongkai respectfully asked Luo Hao to go first.
Everyone looked on blankly, as if they were watching a drama.
The two left, and then a brief introduction to the patient's condition and various preoperative information appeared on the screen.
"What did they just say?"
"Isn't it Professor Fan from Princeton who performed the demonstration surgery? How did he become Professor Luo... who was a first-year medical student?"
"I don't know, who knows? What the hell, I feel a little dizzy.”
The conference room was in chaos, with more than a dozen people talking.
(End of this chapter)