Dr. Chung’s 90s

Song Congchun is in a particularly good mood today!

He didn't study late on Friday night, and before going out in the morning, his sister secretly gave him pocket money.

Don't be too content when you have money and leisure. At noon, he specially ordered an extra portion of braised pork from the canteen. His mouth was full of oil, and he didn't feel hungry until after school.

After leaving school, he walked home, chatting and laughing with his classmates. Whether it was his decent and new clothes or his plump and plump cheeks, it could be seen that he lived a nourishing and comfortable life.

Song Bingkun hadn't seen his youngest son for several months, and his elder Gao was a little afraid to recognize him when he saw him running around.

He hesitated and shouted: "Congchun? Dad is here."

Song Congchun was playing around with his classmates, and when he heard this, he subconsciously looked towards him.

I saw Song Bingkun's hair was messy, he was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, his collar was dirty and shiny, his lips were dry and peeling, and his face looked a little embarrassed.

Song Congchun was really shocked by his appearance, and he waved to his classmates.

"You guys go first, I have something to tell my dad."

He has a cheerful personality, excellent grades, and is always surrounded by friends. Before leaving, his friends looked at Song Bingkun curiously.

Song Bingkun felt uncomfortable being looked at. He felt that he had embarrassed his son.

Hesitantly walked up to Song Congchun and said with some restraint:
"Dad, I haven't seen you for a long time. How about we go out to eat wontons together tonight?"

There was a hint of flattery in his words. Song Congchun was not happy to see him looking so worthless and said angrily:
"You came to see me with this submissive look?"

Song Bingkun's face froze and he said in a difficult voice:
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I was afraid you would be angry with me."

Song Congchun walked awkwardly in front and said in a weird voice: "I am a superfluous son. It doesn't matter if I can't see you for a year and a half. Besides, you are about to have a grandson, so your younger son is even more dispensable."

These words felt like needles pricking in Song Bingkun's ears. He looked at his son's back and said bitterly:
"That's not the case. Your grandson is important, but so is your son."

This is just a statement to fool a child. At least Song Congchun definitely didn’t believe it. He said indifferently:
"I don't need you to support me anyway, and it won't cost you much money all year round. You can say whatever you like."

Song Bingkun also reflected on his actions after the divorce. He knew that he was too partial and only thought about the children in front of him for everything in the house. If Zhou Qin had not had sex and had no hope for him, she would not have said divorce. divorce.

It was too late for him to wake up now, and Zhou Qin's cold heart would never be warmed again, but after all, his son was his biological son, and he did not want to live without contact with him forever.

Song Congchun didn't care what he thought. He found a wonton shop that he often went to. As soon as he entered the shop, he shouted generously:
"Boss, please have two bowls of wontons stuffed with pork, both onion and garlic."

The proprietress also knew Song Congchun and said with a smile: "Okay~ You go in and sit down first."

Song Bingkun, who was set off by Song Congchun's calmness and generosity, was a bit petty. He didn't know whether he should be happy for his son's outstanding growth or feel inferior to himself.

He wiped off the oil stains on the table with a rag, then looked for a topic and said:
"Do you often eat in this restaurant?"

Song Congchun took out a few peanuts from his pocket, peeled the shells and put them in his mouth, and said nonchalantly:
"My mother gives me a lot of pocket money. If she doesn't have time to cook, I'll go to a restaurant and get familiar with it."

Just from this sentence, you can tell that Zhou Qin has a lot of money and probably makes a lot of money.

Song Bingkun subconsciously preached:
"You are growing up, so how can you eat out every day? What you eat out is not as clean as what you cook at home..."

Before he finished speaking, he met Song Congchun's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He patted the peanut skin off his palm and said casually:
"It's so boring for you to do this. I used to go home for dinner every day. The two taels of meat my mother bought were not enough for you and your son. Did you forget my lanky appearance so quickly?"

Song Bingkun was speechless by these words, and Song Congchun smiled indifferently.

"I'm quite happy to eat outside. I can eat meat if I want, or order vegetables if I want. Look how good I look now."

After saying that, he even pulled the flesh on his face, but Song Bingkun didn't dare to look at him. He could only lower his head and drink water to hide his emotions.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Song Congchun's eyes, and he said curiously:
"I remember when my mother lived with you, weren't you very particular about it? Why are you wearing such shabby clothes now and don't know how to take care of yourself?"

Song Bingkun said awkwardly: "I can't wash my clothes. The factory has laid off a number of employees, and I have a lot more work on my hands, so I don't have time to take care of this."

Song Congchun said with a smile: "Where is your good daughter-in-law? Shouldn't she do all the housework such as washing and cooking?"

Song Bingkun remembered that after Wang Hui married, life at home was tight. As soon as Song Meiting came back, they had a huge quarrel, and they couldn't even feel like they were at home.

He said in a low mood: "Your sister-in-law is pregnant. She has a big belly and it is difficult to do housework. How can you leave everything to her?"

Song Congchun said coldly: "Then when my mother was pregnant with me, did she deserve to have to work so hard to serve the whole family? Why didn't you show consideration to her then?"

This was the first time that he had failed to save his mother. Song Bingkun’s face was full of astonishment. Just as the proprietress came up with wontons, she said with a smile:
"I gave you a few more wontons, please talk nicely and stop making noises!"

Song Congchun smiled, picked up the spoon and said nonchalantly: "I'm not angry. Some people have suffered retribution. Why should I be angry?"

After speaking, he looked at Song Bingkun again and said impatiently:
"Why did you come to see me? You can't just come to see me, right?"

Song Bingkun stirred the spoon and said awkwardly:
"I just came to see you. By the way, I want to tell you that your sister is getting married on the eighth day of the first lunar month. You can come back to see her off then."

Song Congchun sneered: "You won't invite my mother this time? You really don't care about food but not about fighting."

Song Bingkun also recalled the farce at his son's wedding. He persuaded him in a good voice:
"Then it's your sister after all. Her bones are broken but her tendons are still attached. You can't just think about Zhong Yu."

Song Congchun took a bite of wonton and retorted without emotion:
"My sister Ba Xin Ba Gan subsidizes me, but what about Song Mei Ting? She wants to steal all my things. Are they comparable?"

Song Bingkun put down his spoon and said, "Then she is also your biological sister. This is an indisputable fact."

Song Congchun didn't want to argue with him, so he simply opened the skylight and spoke frankly.

"Okay, I know this. I'll go back and give her a gift when I have time, but I'm still studying and I don't have the money to give her a gift."

Song Bingkun was already very satisfied that he could say this, and he smiled with a vicissitudes of life on his face. "Just go and give me gifts."

After saying this, he hesitated for a moment and said a little embarrassedly:
"When your sister gets married, I want to move in with you and your mother. From now on, I won't care about their affairs and I will focus on living a good life with your mother. Can you help me make peace with her?"

Song Congchun felt that his father really had no lower limit, and he was so angry that he stopped eating. He put down his spoon and said angrily:
"Do you think my mother is a rag collector? Do you understand that you two are divorced? It doesn't matter anymore. You are just a bad old man. What should she care about?"

Song Bingkun said anxiously: "Although your mother and I are only half-way married, we have lived together for most of our lives, so it is only natural that we will support each other until we grow old together!"

Song Congchun wanted to pry open his head and see what dirt was inside.

"You saw that my mother was making money and you had no one to take care of you, so you thought of her now, okay? Do you still want my mother to raise your grandchildren for free? What are you dreaming about? What does it mean to have no regrets? Do you understand? What have you been doing? "

Song Congchun became angrier as he talked, stood up and said:
"I will make it clear to you today. Even if you collapse on the bed, it is not my mother's turn to take care of you. You are now despised by your daughter-in-law. The hard days are still to come. You just have to suffer. You deserve it." ! Don’t think about continuing to harm my mother. If you dare to pester us, our whole family will move away and you will never be able to see her again in this life!"

After saying this, he turned around and left, not caring about Song Bingkun's life or death.

Song Bingkun looked like he had been struck by lightning. He didn't know how he got to where he was today.

It was like there was a big hole in his chest that couldn't be filled...

Song Congchun was also in a low mood. He ran out of the wonton shop holding his breath, not knowing where he should go.

No one was at home and he didn't want to go home alone.

There is no class tomorrow, so I just go to the clothing store to pick up his mother and find something to distract myself, which should not make me feel so sad.

Zhong Yu's side originally didn't have a scheduled shift, but Director Tang had something to do at home, so she took over the night shift in the evening.

The person who works with her is the newcomer Cai Yizhong, and Zhong Yu has no special impression of him.

The young man is not impressive in appearance, has a reserved personality and doesn't talk much. He just needs to be able to get things done as he is told.

Zhong Yu didn't pay special attention to him. She went to the ward to check the patient's postoperative status before returning to the duty room.

When Cai Yizhong saw her sitting down, he immediately poured a glass of hot water and handed it to her.

Zhong Yu took the water glass in surprise and said politely: "Excuse me, Dr. Cai."

Cai Yizhong smiled shyly. Although he was good at pretending, he was not without a moral bottom line.

Doesn’t Guo Pengfei like to pursue Dr. Zhong? If Dr. Zhong’s attention is attracted by him and the relationship with him is better, then will Guo Pengfei get angry?
Cai Yizhong never does stupid things such as head-on confrontation. He likes to take revenge on those who think they are right.

He said a little embarrassedly:
"Doctor Zhong is so amazing! You can take charge of your own medicine at such a young age. I want to learn from you and ask you to teach me more when you have time."

Ji Xueli's face popped into Zhong Yu's mind. Do men nowadays like to ask girls questions?

She stopped her divergent thinking and said with a smile:
"Dr. Cai is very polite. We are all colleagues and we learn from each other."

Cai Yizhong's appearance is more feminine. When he is silent and doesn't speak, he doesn't look feminine at all.

After talking like this, Zhong Yu felt something indescribable. She was quite polite to him because she didn't judge people by their appearance.

Cai Yizhong would not miss this good opportunity to close the distance. He frowned and said:
"I haven't fully understood today's bilateral congenital rhinorbital fissure repair surgery. Can you explain it to me again?"

When he came over, he had a pen and paper in his hand, and he looked like he was asking for advice.

Zhong Yu didn't take Qiao at all. She pulled out the stool under the table, motioned for him to sit down, and then said patiently:
"Congenital bilateral rhinorbital cleft is a complex craniofacial cleft deformity that is located at the junction of the middle nose, lateral nose and maxillary sinus and involves the orbit. Due to the bilateral nasal cleft, the nostril compressive muscles originating from the maxillary incisal fossa (i.e. nasal The transverse part of the muscle) and the nostril dilator muscle (i.e., the wing of the nasal muscle) are deformed and curled up at the edge of the fissure, which interrupts the connection between the nasal muscle and the dorsal nasal aponeurosis, so the remaining nose wing loses its motor function."

Cai Yizhong listened carefully and said curiously:
"The previous method of repairing rhinorbital fissures is to turn the tissue flaps on both sides of the fissure inward to serve as fissure lining, make an extended incision along the nasofacial groove at the lower edge of the lower eyelid, widely separate it, and make an infraorbital buccal soft tissue advancement flap for repair. Eyes, medial canthus, nasolabial folds and nostrils, why don’t you use this method?”

Zhong Yu said sternly: "Although the method you mentioned can close the nasoorbital fissure after surgery, the curled and deformed nasal muscles have not been anatomically reset, and the nasal muscles are the only driving force for the contraction and contraction of the nose wings and nostrils. Therefore, the movement of the nose wings and nostrils after surgery and The contraction and relaxation function of the nostrils cannot be restored."

Cai Yizhong nodded in an educated manner, and he looked at Zhong Yu with more respect.

Zhong Yu continued:
"Based on the characteristics of the disease that although the nasal muscles are curled up on the cleft edge, the buccal branch of the facial nerve that controls their movement has not been damaged, we used a self-designed nasal muscle reconstruction and reduction surgery to carefully anatomically separate them and remove the nostril compression muscles curled up on the cleft edges. It is separated from the nostril dilator muscle to form a nasal muscle flap, which aligns with the dorsal nasal aponeurosis, thereby reconstructing the normal anatomical structure and movement function of the nasal muscle. Therefore, after surgery, not only the appearance of the nose is basically restored, but the nostrils can also be relaxed and contracted. The motor functions of the nose were restored."

Cai Yizhong frowned and thought deeply. His professional knowledge reserve was not inferior to anyone else. Following Zhong Yu's thoughts, he understood the key.

He somewhat understands the reason why Guo Pengfei pursues Dr. Zhong. Not only does she have perfect clinical performance, she also seems to be particularly good at coaching people. At present, her ability has not been fully utilized. No wonder the Military Region General Hospital wants to transfer her.

Although Cai Yizhong is arrogant, he is also a smart man. After realizing Zhong Yu's value, he knew what to do.

After talking about the business, he looked at Zhong Yu but hesitated to speak.

Zhong Yu didn't have time to guess his thoughts, so he said bluntly:
"If you have something to say, you don't have to tell me if you find it inconvenient."

Cai Yizhong was stunned, this rhythm was not right. He was a little annoyed that he didn't inquire about Zhong Yu's character in advance, and said embarrassedly:
"Yesterday I had a misunderstanding with Dr. Guo. He actually thought that I was jealous of you and that I would do something bad to you. I thought it was nonsense, so I had a few words with him."

Zhong Yu frowned subconsciously, and she said impartially:
"Dr. Guo has an impulsive temper and sometimes speaks carelessly. He always means what he says but doesn't mean what he says. You don't need to pay too much attention."

Cai Yizhong showed aggrieved expression on his face, looked at her pitifully and said:
"Does Dr. Zhong think that I am a jealous person like him?"

The corner of Zhong Yu's mouth twitched imperceptibly. This was the first time she met a green tea man. The tea tasted so strong.

She immediately shook her head and said seriously:
"I don't think so. If you have extra energy, just study academic journals. Don't think too complicated."

"Ah~ I remembered it. Nurse Zhang said before that she would come to me if she had anything to do. I'll go to her place and have a look."

After she finished speaking, she didn't care what Cai Yizhong's expression was and walked away.

This green tea man is about to become a sperm, how can she cope with it, 36 strategies are the best! (End of chapter)