The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 58

interrogation section.

"Section Chief." Zhou Qinghe knocked on the door.

"Hey, the busy guy is back. What time is it? Didn't you go to training today? You're back so early."

Gu Zhiyan walked out with a smile upon hearing this, and made coffee for Zhou Qinghe as usual.

Zhou Qinghe took a sip of coffee and got down to business.

"Section Chief, is Shinichi Fukawa still in prison? Can he be executed?"

"what happened?"

Execution was a simple matter, and it was certainly slow to follow formal procedures, but for Gu Zhiyan, someone would die if his hand slipped.

This procedure is much faster. After all, everyone is dead, and the body must stink and be buried, so it cannot be left in the Secret Service.

He was just curious about Zhou Qinghe's motives.

Zhou Qinghe followed the trend and revealed some secrets:
"I know the dean of the School of Medicine at Central University. Their medical students need cadavers for practice and asked me to help find the source of the cadavers. They are still using rabbits as props.

Isn't it true that we can save the time of arranging people to bury it? This can be regarded as a contribution to the cause of medicine. "

The location has been revealed, and I believe Gu Zhiyan can find out the rest with just a little effort.

For example, it was discovered that Zhou Qinghe was absent from the Secret Service for a long time, but instead taught students in the medical school for no apparent reason.

"Hey, then this is quite important."

Gu Zhiyan frowned slightly and said seriously: "This is going to be a war, so why are doctors still using rabbits in the future?

In this way, I will search various prisons for you to see if there are any prisoners to be executed in the near future, and I will transport the bodies that no one wants for you. "

"The relationship is good, but the quantity every day must be controlled. If you have too much, you won't be able to keep it. The weather is hot and it will go bad." Zhou Qinghe responded with a smile.

This change of interpretation means that it is no longer a corpse, and by then the source of the corpse of his training class will be found.

"Okay, then I'll keep an eye out for you. I'll look for each prison. If there are executions, I'll schedule them so that I can save the time and money spent on them all being shot together.

When you need it, tell me and let them live for two more days now. "

"That couldn't be better."

The two chatted happily for a while, and then Zhou Qinghe stood up and left.

There is a saying that children who can cry will have milk to eat. The admissions process is so difficult. Why don't you go to Dai Yunong to complain?
The medical students he recruited will be his subordinates from now on, and the issue of treatment must be mentioned again.

Director's Office.

"I haven't considered the issue you mentioned."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so difficult. There are only two hundred students. You said we would recruit forty, so the army doesn't have any objections. The salary is indeed not high and not attractive."

Boss Dai frowned when he heard this and walked around behind his desk with his hands behind his back.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Zhou Qinghe and said:

"In this way, with an additional 40 yuan subsidy, it will be 120 yuan a month after graduation. What do you think?"

There were only 30 people, and the price difference was 1000 or [-] yuan a month. If you squeezed, you could squeeze out, so Dai Yunong didn't worry about it.

This plan is too important and is related to the smoothness of future operations behind enemy lines. It can only succeed and cannot fail.

Zhou Qinghe nodded steadily: "I will try my best."

Dai Yunong patted his shoulder: "Well, it's very difficult. Thank you for your hard work."

"This is what subordinates should do."

It's easy to reach forty, and it will be easier for Qinghe to complete his plan this week.

The next day, at noon, open class classroom on the third floor.

The room was kept very clean.

There are no tables and stools that are common in classrooms, only an operating table and a tool table with instruments in the middle.

Lying on the operating bed was a qualified surgeon.

There are eight layers of tissue in the abdomen.

Zhou Qinghe held the knife and cut open the abdomen of the general teacher layer by layer. At the same time, he explained to Su Weiyong beside him the technique of controlling the force of the knife.

Zhou Qinghe said while picking up a piece of paper on the table to demonstrate.

Speaking of five pictures, if the scalpel slides down and cuts five of them, there will be no scratches on the sixth one.

"Qinghe, your sword is really accurate."

Su Weiyong marveled at Zhou Qinghe's touch. This was truly a talent, something he couldn't envy.

"You can do it if you practice more. The main thing is the feel that comes from experience. You can only rely on yourself to practice more and you will get better at it. Just look for the feeling."

Zhou Qinghe gave up his position to Su Weiyong, asking him to also find the feeling of being a general teacher.

Although not a single student came to this open class, neither Su Weiyong nor Zhou Qinghe was affected by external objects, and both of them were emotionally stable.

After all, he is also the director of a major surgery department. He has seen many rescue operations between life and death. For death, everything else is just a small scene that cannot stir up emotions.

Will no one come?impossible things.

Su Weiyong was not worried at all, but wished that no one would come.

One learns and the other teaches. Although Su Weiyong has become the director of surgery, he is still far from Zhou Qinghe.

There is always something to learn, even if it is just the seemingly simplest operation.

You must seize the time, one-on-one teaching opportunities are rare, so learn more.

There are very few ways to spread news in this era. Apart from word of mouth, there is only one place where news about open classes can be seen.

That's the blackboard newspaper.

On the notice board on the first floor of the medical school, there is a message that new teachers are opening open classes.

When we went downstairs for lunch at noon, many teachers and students saw it.Students are quite interested in this open class. The new teacher is said to be from the military.

And if you dare to open a public class as soon as you come here, you need to have two brushes to criticize. What if it is a female military doctor?

Just look at the time.

"Isn't it? This open class started 10 minutes ago?"

That's when they just finished class.

"Then what are you looking at? This lesson will be over by the time we finish eating."

"This man from the army has really clear thinking. Is his cerebellum structure different from that of normal people?"

"Walk around, eat and eat."

The teacher saw it and thought it was nothing. Instead, he thought it was very normal for someone from the army to choose this time.

Isn't it natural for a new teacher to start an open class at a different time than other teachers?
All the students are in class, okay? If you don’t choose this time, where will the students come to see it?
It's just that two military leaders dare to come to the Central University School of Medicine to give open classes. Who are you looking down on?

Are you still planning to recruit as a military doctor?

Forty!
Gee, I dare to think so.

As a national university, Central University has a strong faculty, including those who studied in Japan, the United States, the United Kingdom, and foreign teachers.

There is no shortage of teachers. People from this army dare to come here to cause trouble. This is beyond their imagination.

"Teacher Li, would you like to take a look at the current level of military doctors in the army?" Su Yidong asked.

"Okay." Li Xueming nodded.

The two teachers looked at the location above and went directly to the third floor.

"This is it." Su Yidong pointed, then looked in through the window, and was stunned.

The open class was actually dissecting a corpse.

"No. Where did they get the bodies?"

"Is there any?" Su Yidong glanced at it, also surprised.

This hospital is too biased. The corpse is so precious, just let an outsider use it like this.

It can only be seen in the school's anatomy class held in 800.

They all had to schedule anatomy classes, and they were only divided into one part, such as arms and thighs.

"Too eccentric."

Su Yidong couldn't help but walked in and asked, "Where did you get the corpse?"

"Uh, Director Su." He saw Su Weiyong.

Su Weiyong glanced at him and said, "Oh, Yidong, this body was brought by Teacher Zhou."

Ok?
Su Yidong stared, and a question slowly formed in his mind. He had heard of people bringing knives to work, but never heard of people bringing their own bodies to work.

What is this operation?
"Teacher Zhou." He greeted.

"Hello."

Zhou Qinghe replied casually, then continued to cut open the abdomen of the corpse completely, and then talked about the internal organs with Su Weiyong.

The two teachers were confused. Isn't this an open class?

There are no students. The body is so precious, so you just scratched it casually?

Do you understand the preciousness of corpses?
However, this question only stayed in their minds for a short while. With a hiss, their attention was attracted by Zhou Qinghe's explanation.

It’s interesting to talk about the treatment of stomach wounds under the combined thoracoabdominal wounds.

"Can we still handle it this way?"

"Won't this cause heavy bleeding during the operation?"

Although Zhou Qinghe was dissecting corpses, he talked about the pathophysiology of organs, the mechanism of clinical diseases, and the extension of the surgical content. They immediately had novel feelings and questions.

Zhou Qinghe began to answer them.

Everyone here is a student, treated equally.

Soon, the third teacher came.

Then came the fourth.

The teachers who came one by one were shocked that there were corpses in this open class where there were no students.

Then he scolded the dean for being partial and scolded the new teacher for having a backstage, while nodding his head from time to time. The content the new teacher taught was so trendy.

Is this surgery really still possible?
director's office.

Dean He Fuguang, who was behind the desk, was also thinking about the open classes.

After all, Su Weiyong brought him here, so the scene shouldn't be too ugly.

If there is really no one around, arrange for some teachers to come over and support the scene, and students will naturally still have to attend class.

He checked his watch. It was half an hour later, and said hello.

"Arlene, go to the open class classroom on the third floor and see if there is anyone there. How many people are there? Come back and let me know after you see it."

"Oh well."

He Lin is He Fuguang's niece. She is in her last year of medical school and is cutting a rabbit's appendix here.

"Remember, it's secret. Don't let Su Weiyong see it. Otherwise, no one will be around and he will be embarrassed."

"Okay, I see."

He Lin washed her hands and went out.

(End of this chapter)