Chapter 190 A Different Song
The next day, Luo Hao was "invited" to Jiang Wenming's house.
Chen Yong called, and Luo Hao had to come even if he didn't want to. What's more, Luo Hao had a good impression of Jiang Wenming, the old attending, and didn't mind being a guest.
Just after entering the door, Luo Hao blurted out a Chinese curse. He, who had always been steady and peaceful, almost had his jaw dropped in shock.
Fuck!
This was the first time Luo Hao had seen such a chaotic place.
"Teacher Jiang, at your home..." Luo Hao scratched his head and vaguely covered up the Chinese curse he just said.
“It’s a little messy, let’s deal with it, don’t dislike it.” Jiang Wenming didn’t take it seriously.
"It's a bit chaotic, but it's called a true celebrity's romantic flow." Luo Hao had already sorted out his mood, smiled and said calmly.
The more Chen Yong looks at Luo Hao, the more he likes him. No wonder so many old people favor Luo Hao. He is good at flattering.
Jiang Wenming was startled when he heard what Luo Hao said, and then burst into laughter.
The flattery was a bit stiff, but Jiang Wenming couldn't find a better pose.
"Ronald, don't talk like that, it sounds weird." Jiang Wenming said with a smile, "I don't know myself yet, I'm just fucking lazy."
Luo Hao smiled, Went in.
"I'll go clean it up." Wang Jiani whispered.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no wonder."
Wang Jiani smiled like a flower.
Luo Hao thought to himself that what Jiang Wenming said was interesting. In one sentence, Wang Jiani was made happy. This person was not just a simple old doctor or nerd.
"Ronald, can I call you that?" Jiang Wenming asked politely.
“Of course, Teacher Jiang.”
"As for me, I won't do it anymore." Jiang Wenming said.
Although Luo Hao knew that this was inevitable, he still felt a little regretful in his heart.
“Damn it, I’m an old guy, I can’t afford to occupy the toilet...” Jiang Wenming said, glanced at Wang Jiani, and took back what he said, “From now on, Chen Yong will ask you to take care of Ronaldinho.”< br>
“You’re welcome, Chen Yong is very capable and the backbone of the medical team.” Luo Hao praised.
But halfway through the words, Jiang Wenming raised his hand and shook it, and Luo Hao immediately shut up.
"I'm not qualified to say this, but it's good to say something good when a person is about to die."
"Death?" Wang Jiani looked at Jiang Wenming with wide eyes.
"Teacher Jiang is a description and a metaphor. He is leaving the medical industry." Luo Hao explained.
"Oh oh oh." Wang Jiani covered her chest, indicating that she had just been shocked.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Jiang Wenming said, “I’m this age and I’ve already looked away.”
Luo Hao found Jiang Wenming interesting. He was clearly not even forty years old, but he spoke older than the bosses, and Luo Hao felt that he was not just pretending.
"Originally, I thought, Xiaoluo, you are a doctor and an educated person, so you should be somewhat pedantic in your work. But something happened to Dannizi some time ago, and you fell out of love very quickly. I am very pleased."
“…”
“…”
Luo Hao did not expect Jiang Wenming to mention this matter.
"Chen Yong and I fell in love. Seeing that neither of us are serious doctors, to be honest, I regard him as my son." Jiang Wenming smiled, "It's good that you are not pedantic, Ronaldinho."
" We doctors are all educated people. After many years of study, we lack the gangster spirit and are easily bullied."
Luo Hao smiled.
“Master, look at what you said, it doesn’t sound good at all.” Chen Yong disagreed.
“Of all the ministries and commissions in the country, the Health and Medical Commission is the one that receives the least attention. You can tell just by looking at Lao Ma.” Jiang Wenming only said one sentence and then got back to business, “Let’s give an example.”
"In 2016, Chang'an City's urban villages were to be demolished, but the conditions were not agreed upon. How did they do it?"
"How did they do it?"
"How did they do it?"
< br>Luo Hao and Chen Yong asked together.
Jiang Wenming glanced at them and expressed satisfaction with this tacit understanding.
"The contradictions among the people have nothing to do with the political dictatorship." Jiang Wenming said, "Later, the village in the city was still demolished, but there was a lot more money. Sometimes it's just an attitude, and the result is that the medical community... Forget it, no That’s fine. I really appreciate the spirit of protecting people like Xiao Luo.”
“This is all my people, I don’t protect anyone.” Luo Hao said seriously. Really said.
Chen Yong's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
Wang Jiani looked at Jiang Wenming with a shy face and her big eyes flickering, full of affection for him.
[As the saying goes, a man will remain a boy until he dies, but which boy smokes because he is sad...]
Jiang Wenming's cell phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Oh, Professor Xiehe, can it be the same? People should be able to cure their illnesses quickly. If you really can’t keep them, just blame yourself for your bad life. I told you before, it’s nothing to make a fuss about.
It’s okay. Don’t worry, normally it should be fine.”
“Okay, I’m chatting with Professor Luo here. I’m hanging up. .”
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wenming said with a smile, "The patient's family yesterday, the patient went out for a walk early this morning. He looked a little weak, but there was nothing else wrong. The family was happy and worried at the same time, and asked me if something would be okay."
"Yes." Luo Hao nodded.
The patient's condition is very clear, just like bleeding after partial resection of kidney cancer. As long as the interventional department is escorted, the surgeon can go ahead and perform the operation without worrying about rare complications.
To put it bluntly - I have come back to participate in the rescue. It would be too hypocritical if the patient cannot get off the ground after the operation.
"Little Luo, when Director Lin called you, I thought it would be useless for you to come back." Jiang Wenming said with a smile.
There was a bit of self-deprecation, a bit of helplessness, and a bit of envy in his smile.
“We said it was a large comprehensive tertiary hospital, but it’s still a bit short.” Luo Hao smiled.
"It's not just a little worse, it's a lot worse. The house price is so low, it's strange to have a good doctor."
"Master, why do you always talk about the house price?" Chen Yong curled his lips.
“If the land cannot be sold, the city will have no money. If the city has no money, there will be less medical insurance. If there is less medical insurance, there will be more fines. If the fines are too high, doctors with high technical skills will leave.”
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"If you don't keep me here, you will have to keep me. If you don't keep me everywhere, I will join the Eighth Route Army." Luo Hao added.
“That’s what I mean.” Jiang Wenming said, “It would be better to hire more experts, but then again, the old director of Guohua is of high standard and is devoted to public service, but he is old here.”
Jiang Wenming pointed.
"How old are you, Master?"
"In his time, transportation was not convenient and there were very few flying knives, so the old director of Guohua claimed that he was the best swordsman in Donglian. But now, Dong Lian’s first sword is useless, just kill an expert at random.”
"In the words of the novel, Wang Guohua is indeed a perfect foundation builder, but the Yuan Ying Patriarch can fly down casually and kill him instantly with just a breath. Not to mention the Yuan Ying Patriarch, ordinary residents in Xiehe are probably better than him. Strong.”
“To be honest, flying knives are ordinary. The most top-notch resources that the common people have access to, they are going to wipe out the few resources that the common people have."
As he said this, Jiang Wenming raised his little thumb and tapped his thumb. On the joints, he made a little gesture.
"The old director of Guohua is a good man and a good doctor, but he can't keep up with the times." Luo Hao said calmly, "Boss Chai stopped performing surgeries after he turned 72 because from that year on, a group of old people The director retired and the new director started to promote minimally invasive surgery. Mr. Chai took the initiative and stood aside. "A person who understands the current situation is a hero, so there is no need for me to stay anymore," Jiang Wenming read. Looking at Luo Hao, he said earnestly.
[People say that a man will be a boy until he dies, but how can a boy worry about these three taels of money...]
Luo Hao's cell phone rang.
“Brother Geng, hello.”
“It’s appendicitis. Dean Zhuang and Dean Jin must be here.”
“Oh, yes. That’s it. Okay, I’ll rush back.”
Luo Hao chatted for a few words and hung up the phone.
“Who is it, so stylish?” Jiang Wenming asked curiously.
“The chief secretary of the province is Director Geng of the General Division.”
Hearing what Luo Hao said, Jiang Wenming immediately became serious.
Director Geng!
Not Secretary Geng! !
Moreover, Luo Hao called Brother Geng, and coupled with the judgment of the preface and postscript, Jiang Wenming knew some details.
Director Geng had a classmate or relative who needed surgery. The relationship was not far away and it was not convenient for him to come forward, so he came to Luo Hao to take a look.
What the hell!
Jiang Wenming looked deeply at Luo Hao.
If Luo Hao's intervention for Wang Jiani and disrupting the listing plan of a Southern MicroPort company was considered brute force, then this relationship now makes Jiang Wenming look at him with admiration.
This is a relationship that Luo Hao created himself!
Still a new relationship within just a few months.
“Your cell phone ringtone is really similar to mine, but the lyrics are different.” Jiang Wenming murmured.
“This is a cover.”
Luo Hao glanced at the time.
“There’s still enough time, Ronaldinho, let’s sing a song together?” Jiang Wenming invited.
Singing? !
Luo Hao did not expect Jiang Wenming to be so elegant.
“Okay.”
Although Luo Hao still had something to do, it didn't dampen Jiang Wenming's interest.
Jiang Wenming got up and rummaged in the back room, and then pulled out a guitar covered in dust.
Unexpectedly, this man was also an artistic young man when he was young. Luo Hao looked at Jiang Wenming with a smile. Perhaps one of the reasons why he felt that Chen Yong was a match for him was to flirt with girls.
Jiang Wenming arranged his guitar and tuned it, "Chen Yong, record a video."
"Okay."
"Teacher Jiang, don't be so serious. I can't sing. I'll just sing with you for fun."
"I can sing so well, so why can't I sing?" Jiang Wenming said with a smile, "In the future, you will become the youngest academician in the country, and I will brag to others with the video."
Luo Hao did not admit or deny, he just smiled and watched Jiang Wenming play with the guitar in his hand.
"Master, I can also sing." Chen Yong complained.
“I heard Ronaldinho’s cell phone ringtone is somewhat similar to my cell phone ringtone, but different at the same time. It just happened on a whim.”
After saying that, Jiang Wenming stopped talking, closed his eyes and brewed some emotions, moved his fingers, and a pleasant voice came out.
A wave of vicissitudes of life suddenly emerged.
[As the saying goes, a good man will remain a boy until he dies, but which boy smokes just because he is worried? 】
【I haven't been able to sleep for a long time in the middle of the night, and I am still a little short of the day I will be successful. 】
The day he came out was just a little bit short, and it turned into a bullet and hit Chen Yong's heart with a "bang".
He met his master, and after all his efforts, he got another version of the answer by mistake.
In those years when he was suppressed by Wen Youren, Chen Yong only experienced a little bit, but just this little bit had already accumulated too much resentment in Chen Yong's heart.
Master did countless things to get ahead, but none of them fell into place.
Every time he sees a turning point, Wen Youren turns into hypocrisy.
[As the saying goes, a good man has his ambitions in all directions, but it is the same in every direction. Take a step and look at each intersection. 】
[...] [I tasted the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy all over again, leaving only one sentence: I was once a boy. 】
Jiang Wenming sang so emotionally that his eye circles were slightly red.
Although I didn’t finish singing, my mood instantly recovered after the last word curled up.
He raised his eyebrows at Luo Hao and wanted to hand the guitar to Luo Hao.
Luo Hao thought for a while and took the guitar.
Luo Hao had never learned a musical instrument before, but after reading a few skill books, Luo Hao was able to play it decently.
The vicissitudes and helplessness of Jiang Wenming's singing, if it were not for the fact that he found a new path last year, I am afraid that the sense of sadness and powerlessness would be even greater.
Luo Hao can understand, but he does not have this state of mind.
The guitar sounds melodious.
"One, two, three, let's go!" Luo Hao smiled and glanced at Wang Jiani.
It was an impromptu joke in itself. Luo Hao had never chatted with Wang Jiani before, but he just thought that Da Nizi's voice matched the song well.
Wang Jiani was startled, but she reacted very quickly.
She didn't deliberately use a clip, nor did she intentionally use a rough voice.
Just like talking normally, humming softly with the boldness unique to Northeastern girls.
[He said that after working hard for half his life, he just wanted to return to his hometown. 】
【He said that people in the city each have their own sufferings. 】
【He said that no matter how much sweat he sweats, he cannot buy his own house. 】
【He said that life is difficult but one must live well. 】
Wang Jiani’s voice puts people into a story.
The young man in the story left his hometown and worked hard in the big city. 996,007 per day, 6,000 hours of hard work a year, but there is no hope at all.
Every kind of sorrow and sorrow is known to everyone.
[……]
[Just leave one sentence behind, as the saying goes. 】
Luo Hao then raised his hand and lowered it slightly, and Wang Jiani stopped singing.
[As the saying goes, a man will be a boy until he dies, but why should a boy worry about these three taels of money? 】
【These three taels of money can buy a few cigarettes, but they cannot buy ideals and dignity. 】
Luo Hao didn't deliberately speak loudly, his voice was gentle and warm, like sunshine.
"That's it?" Luo Hao pressed his hand on the guitar strings and his voice stopped abruptly.
Jiang Wenming took a long breath and nodded, "Go and do your work. Go back and drive slowly."
"Okay."
Luo Hao stood up and bowed slightly.
Jiang Wenming didn't say much, but looked directly at Luo Hao.
Looking at each other, the warmth radiating from Luo Hao's body seemed to melt Jiang Wenming, and his whole body became a little brighter.
A few people left in a hurry. Jiang Wenming did not go out, but stood on the balcony and watched silently.
It wasn't until Mark 307 left for a long time that Jiang Wenming turned around and returned to the house. Looking at the garbage on the floor, he sighed.
“This house is too messy, how do we clean it up.”
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First Hospital of Medical University, Gastrointestinal Surgery.
Mr. You was swaying in his chair while the doctor on duty was writing medical records.
"Mr. You, why hasn't the patient come yet?"
"Hai, I said I have to wait for Professor Luo to come." Mr. You said it indifferently, gently and skillfully.
"Ah? Professor Luo is going to come on stage?! Does the patient's family know Professor Luo?" The doctor on duty was in high spirits.
Luo Hao's gastrointestinal surgery skills have been verified by "abdominal cocoon syndrome", and when Director Chen talks about it every day, he always says that Professor Luo's skills are no lower than his own.
Based on everyone’s understanding of Director Chen Yan and Chen, everyone knows the truth.
So the doctor on duty was very happy.
"Professor Luo probably won't come on stage. The patient's family members know Professor Luo, and the relationship is probably not very close. At least I didn't receive a call from Professor Luo asking me to take care of him." Mr. You said lazily. said.
"Mr. You, don't you think the patient's family is troublesome?"
"Nothing? You're kidding." Mr. You fisted his fists, "I wish Professor Luo would do all the emergency surgeries. , I won’t tell you whether I’ve learned it or not. Just relax my fingers. If I add two more SCI articles, I’ll be able to beat others when I advance.”
"I heard that the bosses of various departments are staring at Professor Luo."
"Sure, no one is the same." Mr. You said, "I took advantage of the second author's "The Lancet" 》Article, Professor Lei was so angry that Professor Luo didn’t mention his name! ”
Although the little doctor knew about it, when he thought about it, Luo Hao's expression was not right when he got up, but he was still amazed in his heart.
Professor Ronaldinho has clear grievances and has never been a good person.
It is said that Professor Lei scolded Professor Luo, who was still a junior doctor, a few words that day. Professor Luo said nothing else at that time, but after a while when the paper was released, Professor Lei's name was missing.
But for this kind of thing, Professor Lei couldn't say anything wrong, so he could only grit his teeth secretly.
“Professor Lei has gone home?”
Today is Professor Lei’s second line.
"No, a distant relative of his family was undergoing bypass surgery. He couldn't stand it. The extracardiac surgery had already been performed. He was watching the operation on the operating table."
"Oh." The doctor on duty said casually, not caring.
For general emergency treatment, it is enough to go to the emergency room together with Mr. You. In fact, there are not many opportunities for Professor Lei to take action in the second line.
On a few occasions, I offended Professor Luo Haolo.
To say that Professor Lei’s luck is really not very good, Mr. You thought to himself. On the other hand, I spoke to Professor Luo in a gentle manner at that time, leaving a trace of goodwill.
There is a paper in "The Lancet", and my future road has become much smoother, which cannot but make Mr. You feel proud.
"How long will it take?"
"There is not enough time to fast and drink. Do you want to be hung up and beaten by Mr. Ma?"
"It seems that I can give Sister Liu a few slaps. "The doctor on duty said with a cheesy smile.
“That’s because you don’t know, just seeing Mr. Liu’s long legs.” Mr. You said contemptuously, “Let me tell you, Mr. Ma Liu Feifei sounds very feminine, she is a national second-level athlete Origin!”
“Fuck!” The doctor on duty was surprised.
He had never heard of this gossip.
It has been less than a year since he came to the First Hospital of the Medical University, and it is actually difficult for him to hear any gossip.
“One time I saw Mr. Ma Liu Feifei shopping, wearing a navel-baring outfit, eight-pack abs, mermaid lines, those lines, straight and straight.”
“…”
“Little girls keep asking about her WeChat account.”
"..."
The doctor on duty was almost crying.
"Mr. Ma Liu Feifei is said to have practiced Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. A few years ago, when she first came here, she was bullied by her superior doctor for no reason. She just went up to him and beat him, chasing... Hahaha, chasing Lao Li. "Three times."
"Huh?"
"It's humiliating to chase Lao Li away like a rabbit, and finally make Lao Li roll his eyes in exhaustion. .”
The doctor on duty was speechless.
“Don’t think about it, I wear bodybuilding clothes, and the butterfly bone in the back can open bottle caps.” The muscles on Mr. You’s face trembled, “That’s it, I will beat you eight times a day when I marry you. "
"Bah!" The doctor on duty swallowed as he remembered Mr. Ma Liu Feifei's long legs.
It seems that it would be okay if I could marry him back home.
"Wait, it's time to fast and drink, and it's time for Professor Luo to come back." Mr. You was not in a hurry.
A few hours later.
Luo Hao stood quietly in the corner of the operating room wearing a hat and mask, watching Mr. You busy.
"Professor Luo, would you like to guide the operation?" Mr. You said with a smile.
"No." Luo Hao replied calmly, "It's hard to refuse a friend's request, otherwise I would still be in Donglian now. It's just an appendectomy, and Mr. You's skill will definitely bring you back."
"Professor Luo, what I do here are all emergency minor surgeries, and you are too lazy to watch them." Mr. You sighed, "Abdominal cocoon syndrome like that day, I estimate that I will only encounter it once or twice in my life. ”
"Isn't it great? The first hospital of our medical university is at the pinnacle of grassroots hospitals. It would be great if we can handle common diseases well." Although he was angry, he felt that what Luo Hao said was normal.
With Professor Luo's method of treating abdominal cocoon, ordinary minor surgeries really cannot use him.
Mr. You has been on his knees for a long time, disinfecting, laying out sheets and preparing endoscopic equipment with the doctor on duty with a smile.
Luo Hao stood in the corner and watched.
Mr. You's code of conduct is that although he talks and laughs, he doesn't make any mistakes.
The First Hospital of the Medical University is indeed very strong. It performs tens of thousands of surgeries every year. Those who can stay are at least master's degree students, and even in recent years only doctors can stay.
People are definitely not stupid. For such a large amount of surgeries, they have learned how to serve snacks.
After finishing the anesthesia, General Manager Liu Feifei took a look at the values in front of the ventilator, and then sat down.
"Professor Luo, who did you learn Chuanwu from?" asked Mr. Ma Liu Feifei.
"Chuanwu? Professor Luo can do this?!" Mr. You was surprised.
“It’s bad, I learned it from the teacher in the Children’s Palace when I was a child.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, you are only a few years old. It was only in the last century that there was a saying of learning in the Children’s Palace. I didn’t even have a Children’s Palace when I was a child. I told you." Mr. Ma Liu Feifei scolded.
Luo Hao smiled and said nothing.
I learned it from the system, even Liu Feifei didn’t believe it.
"Mr. Liu, Professor Luo's..."
Just as he was talking, the air-tight door of the operating room was kicked open.
Professor Lei strode in.
When he saw that Luo Hao did not go on stage, but stood in the corner and watched, he was a little satisfied, but also a little disappointed.
“Professor Luo, I heard that the patient’s family members are asking you to perform surgery.”
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Note: Before starting the book, there was only one song by Jiang Wenming. I heard the latter song and felt good about it, so I wrote it in. As a result...emmmm, okay, the album is out now.
Just, I no longer have the interest to write, but I have expressed everything that needs to be expressed, so I won’t write more.
(End of this chapter)