The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 1 Interview
[-], Nanjing Central Hospital, triage table.

"Hello, how can I get to Director Su's office?"

The nurse at the front desk looked up when she heard the voice and found that it was a man in his 20s, wearing a suit, with a slight smile, and a gentle voice.

After hesitating for a moment, she put aside the thought that the person wanted to jump in the queue through the back door, and she couldn't help but ask: "What do you want to see Director Su for?"

"My name is Zhou Qinghe, and I'm the doctor here for an interview."

"It turns out to be Dr. Zhou. Director Su's office is on the second floor. Well, I'll take you there."

The nurse who received her was very enthusiastic. She winked at her partner next to her, and when her partner winked and teased her, she lightly kicked her partner on the ground and hurriedly walked out.

"Doctor Zhou, please come here."

"It's troublesome."

Zhou Qinghe nodded and smiled at the nurse's partner, and then followed her up the spiral staircase.

"Dr. Zhou is so young. Which hospital were you in before?" The nurse began to inquire about "military information."

"I just graduated."

"Oh~, so that's it. Where did Dr. Zhou go to school?"

"Japan."

Zhou Qinghe looked at the environment of the hospital, remembering the staffing and passages everywhere he saw.

If nothing else happens, this will be where he will work for some time to come.

He is not from Nanjing now, he comes from the 21st century.

A thoracic surgeon from a provincial tertiary hospital, during a surgery in Taichung after a natural disaster, he fainted and woke up right here.

To be precise, it was five days ago, on the ship returning from studying medicine in Japan.

He was already dead by then, caused by being drunk and falling into the water.

"Japan? Wow."

The little nurse couldn't help but let out an exclamation, her eyes brightening even more.

Although the Japanese are hateful, we have to admit that Japan's medical skills are good these days, and that is well known to the world.

After returning from studying in Japan, he was an absolute top student.

"Dr. Zhou, this is it." The young nurse raised her hand towards an office on the second floor, and then took the initiative to knock on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Director Su."

"Come in."

"Director Su, Dr. Zhou Qing and Dr. Zhou came to see you and said they had an appointment. My name is Wu Xiaoxiao."

Wu Xiaoxiao left his name softly and left with a smile.

"Zhou Qinghe? Please come quickly."

Su Weiyong, the director of surgery, immediately came out from behind the table and stretched out his hands enthusiastically.

"It is gratifying, congratulatory, admirable and admirable for the talented people who studied in Japan and returned to China after completing their studies. When the country is in crisis."

"Director Su is too complimentary."

"Where is it, please sit down."

Zhou Qinghe took the opportunity to sit down, and Su Weiyong took advantage of the situation to ask him about his time studying in Japan and conduct an inspection.

Zhou Qinghe also explained the cutting-edge surgical technology in Japan that he remembered.

He didn't talk too profoundly. He only talked about Japan's current situation, not the future. After all, domestic medical technology is still very backward.

For example, Nanjing is the current capital of the country, and the Central Hospital represents the highest level of medical skills in Nanjing. However, there is not even a surgical subdivision of thoracic surgery, only general surgery.

It can be said that all current intrathoracic and even abdominal surgeries are death-prohibited for domestic doctors.

There are only a few surgeons who can perform the surgery.

So Zhou Qinghe made sure that he arrived in the 25th year of the Republic of China, and didn't think much about it. He just wanted to teach some things, save some people, and do what he could.

After all, time travel does not provide any big benefits, such as the indestructibility of King Kong and the ability to hold bullets in your hands.

At most, the body is stronger, the eyesight is better, and the memory is better. For example, it takes half an hour to memorize an entire dictionary.

It’s just a photographic memory, but it can’t stop a bullet.Living in troubled times, all living beings are equal under guns.

It's not safe. If you get injured, you won't even get antibiotics.
The guests and hosts chatting here are having a great time, and the pot is already exploding downstairs.

Phew, two black cars parked quickly in front of the hospital.

Before the car could stabilize, people jumped out of the car behind them. They were dressed as ordinary people in plain clothes, shouting "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" and ran towards the hospital.

Following closely behind were the people who got off the car in front.

Two men carried a 40-year-old man who was seriously injured and vomiting blood. They moved quickly, but they had to be careful about bumps to prevent the man's injury from worsening.

"Doctor, doctor! Nurse, my name is Dr. Su, Su Weiyong!"

"Oh, good."

The first plainclothes man entered the hall and shouted to the nurse at the outpatient desk. The nurse agreed and headed towards the doctor's office on the second floor.

"Get off!"

The man roughly pulled away the family members of the patients who were about to take the elevator. His eyes widened and his ferocious breath frightened the surrounding crowd of onlookers into retreating.

The slightly noisy conversation in the medical treatment hall disappeared. With the arrival of the human stretcher team, a tense atmosphere filled the air unconsciously, and drops of blood flowed from the door to the elevator.

The elevator lights are on, go up.

"Really? Can it still be like this? I've learned a lot."

Su Weiyong was amazed. Just when he was about to say something, the door was roughly pushed open.

"Director Su, for the Secret Service surgery, they sent it directly to the operating room."

It was Wu Xiaoxiao who reported the news at the door. On these two floors, she was out of breath running.

When he heard that it was the Fuxing Society Secret Service, Su Weiyong stood up in confusion, his face instantly became serious, he walked out and asked, "Did you see clearly? Where is the injury?"

"Chest, massive bleeding!" Wu Xiaoxiao said.

"hiss."

Su Weiyong's footsteps stopped, and his chest was in danger. The people from the Secret Service took action and most likely injured his lungs.

He knew in his heart that this kind of surgery would not be successful. One or two of the 100 injured lungs would be good if they were from the Secret Service. It was really fatal.

Having no time to care about Zhou Qinghe, Su Weiyong hurried on as soon as possible. Zhou Qinghe got up and followed behind.

It's just one flight of stairs to the operating room level.

All I could see was seven or eight people gathered outside the operating room, some dressed in plain clothes or Chinese tunic suits.

On one of the beds, the patient's clothes were soaked dark red with blood, and he was still coughing up blood. His air intake was too much and his air output was too little. His condition was very bad.

Su Weiyong stepped forward and frowned at the man in Chinese tunic suit among the crowd: "Team leader Jia, why are you injured so badly?"

"Don't worry about it, hurry up and save him, he must be revived!" Jia Yulin was a little grumpy, and pushed Su Weiyong to have surgery quickly.

Su Weiyong quickly started to check, but when he finished, he just shook his head slightly: "It's too late, the amount of bleeding is too much."

If the amount of bleeding was small, he could still struggle to save him, but the worst he could do was to die on the stage. The amount of bleeding was so large that there was no need to go on stage, and he probably wouldn't have been able to prepare well when he pushed in.

"Oh shit."

When Jia Yulin heard this, he raised his foot and kicked the subordinate beside him: "Who asked you to shoot!"

After venting his anger, he turned back to Su Weiyong and raised his voice and shouted: "I don't care what method you use, he must be kept alive and he must be able to speak. This person's identity is very important!"

Su Weiyong didn't look very good. He really couldn't make sense with these certified scoundrels who didn't understand anything. He could only patiently explain: "I can give it a try, but the gunshot wound penetrated the lungs and caused heavy bleeding. Even if the Da Luo Immortal came, "

At this moment, the patient's body on the hospital bed suddenly arched, his chest lifted, the swollen veins in his throat popped out, and his whole body curved like an arch bridge.

The surrounding group of plainclothes men suddenly became nervous, but they had no idea what to do.

Su Weiyong frowned, looking helpless as expected.

Jia Yulin, who was well-informed, knew that this meant death was coming, so he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

At this moment, Zhou Qinghe, who was hanging behind, quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand, completely ignoring the surprise of the people around him and the vigilant scrutiny of the plainclothes.

"Hemopneumothorax! Prepare closed drainage. Give me a syringe. Ask for the biggest one."

In the face of rescue, everyone must listen to him!

(End of this chapter)