White armor

Chapter 152 A man is a boy until he dies

Two Gundam models as tall as one person were placed on both sides of the door, like door gods, which shocked Luo Hao.

What is this, using Gundam to guard the goal?

Luo Hao thought a short movie was being filmed inside before he saw it clearly.

Looking around the room, Luo Hao was speechless.

Not to mention various toys, a large 6×4 meter LCD screen stands out on the side, just like a movie theater.

In front of the LCD screen, there is a man sitting. He is operating the handle, trying to kick an old monk sitting on the edge of the cliff in meditation to the bottom of the cliff.

He was so focused on playing that he didn't even notice when the door was opened and someone walked in.

That's it?

Luo Hao's tight muscles suddenly relaxed and he let out a long sigh.

Looking at Sister Peng's husband and listening to his words, everyone was involuntarily startled.

There is also a Laojun stove. The monkey brother comes alive in the Laojun stove. Luo Hao is moved and thinks it is really good.

"This..." Sister Peng was stunned.

"..."

"gone."

"I'm not on a business trip?"

Sister Peng was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.

Since nothing would happen, Luo Hao was not willing to take care of such household matters.

The truth is this, but I always feel like something is wrong.

"..."

Looking at it now, it seems that everyone guessed wrong.

Seeing too many people, Sister Peng's husband simply stood up. Although he was a little reluctant to leave, it could be seen that he was not obsessed.

There are toys everywhere in the house, but there is no dust. Each toy looks scattered, but if you look closely, you can see that each has its own place and is very attentive.

This place is simply a man’s paradise!

Chen Yong leaned over and watched the man play the game with great interest.

Luo Hao quietly walked over and patted Chen Yong.

There is also a red and white machine below, with dozens of cassette tapes next to it.

"What are you doing!" Sister Peng walked in and asked with complicated emotions.

"Look at you, you still brought so many people to arrest me. After so many years, you still don't have so much trust."

"Red Dead?!" Chen Yong's eyes lit up, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing?"

Further inside, there are two arcade machines placed in the corner of the room.

Sanyo has been sold to Panasonic. I don’t know which junk market I got the TV in the house from.

Luo Hao began to feel envious.

"Brother-in-law, don't be angry. Do you want to play single-player?"

There are everything from human-shaped Gundams to Transformers, Godzilla, Astro Boy, and even several sets of dolls from the Journey to the West quartet.

And Luo Hao didn't have time. This time he was afraid of losing his life, so he followed to see the situation.

"The economy is so bad, so why bother? Find a place to hang out for a while, don't mess around, and wait until the environment gets better, wouldn't it be nice? I'm recharging my batteries for the future!" Sister Peng's husband said matter-of-factly.

I'm really afraid of causing trouble.

This life is really colorful.

Luo Hao stood in the corner. Sister Peng's husband was awake and nothing would happen.

The head nurse also froze on the spot.

There is a knife rack inside, with a variety of knives placed on it.

Luo Hao tried his best to move his eyes away from Laojun stove and glanced at the inner room.

The biggest possibility is that in the end, you will end up as someone else.

Especially Monkey Brother, there are at least a dozen dolls of different sizes, ranging from a little monkey to learning skills in Taoist robes, first enlightenment of spiritual consciousness, and then to the Monkey King.

Sister Peng's husband really knows how to enjoy life.

"Aren't you on a business trip?" Sister Peng found the reason, and her confidence suddenly became strong.

"Ah? Let me see if it can be refreshed after a while."

"The World of Warcraft group will start in a while, and I will be the commander. I am swearing in English, and the players on the American server can't understand it." Sister Peng's husband said.

"Ah? Why are you here?" Sister Peng's husband saw a lot of people entering the house.

In another room, there is a bed and an ancient 20-inch Sanyo color TV.

"Go back and buy it for you."

"Depend on."

Chen Yong had no choice but to stand up and reluctantly manipulated the character to look down the cliff.

Luo Hao and Chen Yong left quietly.

As for what kind of communication Sister Peng and her husband would have, Luo Hao didn't care.

"What a great place." Chen Yong exclaimed loudly as he walked out the door. "There are various restaurants downstairs, a river next to it, and a park. You don't have to worry about food, clothing, and accommodation. There are all kinds of games in the house."

"Hey." Luo Hao smiled, "Indeed, it's great. Sister Peng's husband is a sensible person."

After Luo Hao finished speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yong asked.

"Do you know what the colorful balls in the urinal are for?"

"Eliminate odors."

"It's not just that." Luo Hao said, "I heard that there were urine stains everywhere outside the urinals at the beginning. Then one day the cleaner found that a certain urinal was particularly clean, and he observed that there were no urine stains inside. Know who dropped the ping pong ball."

"Oh? Suck it?"

"Yes." Luo Hao said with a smile, "Man, you have been very virtuous from childhood to old age. In fact, if you look at the small balls for a long time, they are useless. Nowadays, many places have to put simulated ones in the urinals. Beetle, it is said to be particularly effective.”

"I don't have these preferences." Chen Yong seemed to have forgotten that he just had to take a look at the monk in the game who was kicked off the cliff.

"Mr. Qi Baishi, someone wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend in 1957. Guess what? He disliked his 44-year-old girlfriend for being too old."

"Do you think you are a special case? Stop dreaming. That guy on the Internet who would rather get a bad review than choose an 18-year-old guy is a common case."

"Exactly." Chen Yong raised his eyebrows and didn't care what Luo Hao said.

Luo Hao went downstairs and waited for a while before the head nurse, Sister Peng, and the young nurses came down one after another. He didn't ask any questions and took them back to the hospital.

"Little Luo, this side."

Back in the ward, Shen Zizai greeted Luo Hao.

"Director Shen, what's wrong?" Luo Hao followed Shen Zizai to the director's office with a smile.

"Your medical team is small, do you need someone?" Shen Zizai asked directly.

oh? Of course it would be nice to have someone.

With lightning flashing in his mind, Luo Hao thought about the people in the department, but there was no suitable person.

"Who is it, Director Shen?" Luo Hao asked directly without being polite.

This kind of communication is more worry-free and has the lowest cost.

The main reason is that Shen Zizai treats him well and Luo Hao's wariness is reduced to a minimum.

"The Infectious Disease Hospital is insolvent, especially after the epidemic in the past few years. Now it owes hundreds of millions in foreign debt, and the profit cannot cover the interest, so it is preparing to divert personnel. Their interventional department has been established for many years, and they will not do interventional work in the future. The operation was performed, but human beings..."

With that said, Shen Zizai glanced at Luo Hao.

Luo Hao knew very well that if he said "no", Shen Zizai would definitely not want anyone.

The junior doctors under his command have to be trained by themselves in order to be useful.

The doctors at the infectious disease hospital don't have many patients. They can perform surgeries but are not good at it. Moreover, they have a greasy habit, which makes it a burden to come back.

Sometimes it’s not easy to work when there are too many people.

"Is there anyone you know, Director Shen?" Luo Hao asked.

Shen Zizi smiled. Luo Hao didn't ask for anyone directly, because he knew the depth and importance of it.

"Xiao Luo, you know where the infectious hospital is." Although Shen Zizai guessed that Luo Hao probably knew about it, he still wanted to explain it carefully just in case.

"Originally, there should be financial allocations. In reality, this is not the case. Therefore, we will not go into the details of the reasons for poor management."

"The Hospital of Infectious Diseases has also thought of many ways over the years. Thoracic surgery and interventional surgery are their two pillar disciplines."

"Thoracic surgery is aimed at patients with complications after tuberculosis. Twenty years ago, the technical level there was pretty good. After all, the number of patients was here. Daily physical examinations were not in place, and the machines were not good enough. Small nodules could not be found. ”

"For a while, the number of patients in his hospital was similar to the number of patients in our hospital and the Second Hospital. Their business has also continued to expand, and they also do bronchiectasis, lung cancer, etc."

"Later, thoracoscopy entered clinical practice and was rolled out on a large scale, and infectious diseases hospitals began to decline."

Speaking of this, Shen Zizai looked at Luo Hao deeply.

Luo Hao listened very carefully, as if thinking about the problem. Shen Zizai was quite satisfied with Luo Hao's performance.

After a pause for a few seconds, Shen Zizai continued to explain.

"Hepatitis B, cirrhosis, and liver cancer, I won't tell you more about this line of action. You have studied it deeper than I do. The mainstay of the Second Hospital is interventional surgery, but with the launch of tenders and the like, their People should leave if they should, and retreat if they should."

"Actually, not many people can use it."

Luo Hao nodded.

"Actually, our hospital doesn't want to divert incoming patients. They basically go to grassroots hospitals. But, last night, a middle-aged and elderly chief physician from the infectious disease hospital came to my door."

"Oh?" Luo Hao became interested.

"He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. How should I put it? He looked like someone from the last century. He looked quite serious. He said he could barely do some surgeries without being too much of a hindrance."

Luo Hao suddenly smiled, "Director Shen, are you going to keep him?"

"Let him come, and I will set up the stage...forget it, you'd better come and test him. If his level is not too bad, it can only be said to be average, and you don't want me to stay."

"He? Do you have a chance?" Luo Hao asked.

Shen Zizai sighed, "That man is very honest, and his clothes smell like sanitary napkins. Ever since Director Yuan's accident, I now feel dizzy when I smell the air freshener."

"Ha, that's not the case."

"I originally wanted to refuse directly, but then I thought you might be short of people; then I smelled the smell and thought of you and Director Yuan."

"Moth balls and sanitary balls are things from that time, so I was a little surprised when I smelled them." Shen Zizai explained with a smile, "I asked a few more questions at the time, and he said that he had been divorced for five years. I don’t have children myself, and I don’t plan to have children.”

"If you have an operation, you can work hard and work as a cow or a horse."

"He didn't mean to threaten me, he was honest and kind."

Shen Zizai mentioned Honesty Bajiao again.

"but……"

Shen Zizi pondered.

Luo Hao didn't ask any further questions. His words wouldn't fall to the ground. Director Shen seemed to have trouble making a decision, so Luo Hao waited quietly.

"He said he would do the surgery, but he hesitated when he said this."

"Forget it, don't think too much, let's see how his surgery goes. I've arranged a liver cancer surgery, and I'll let him do it ahead of time. I'll take the lead, and you give me a slap. I'll give it to you if it works. We're good. discuss."

"Thank you, Director Shen." Luo Hao thanked him from the bottom of his heart. It is difficult to find a skilled doctor, especially a skilled interventional doctor. This person has no family, no job, no wife, no children...

He is really the best candidate for interventional surgery.

It's a bit sad to say it, but it's true.

"What do you think he brought me as a gift?" Shen Zizai suddenly showed a weird smile.

Luo Hao shook his head.

"A bottle of 72 Moutai."

"Holy shit!" Luo Hao was a little surprised.

"It wasn't well preserved. There's only half a bottle left, but I got it from my heart." Shen Zizai said with a smile, "I asked him to take the wine back, man..."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The door of the director's office was slowly pushed open, and a face with a short crew cut, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared in the crack of the door.

It looked like a standard protagonist's face, but Luo Hao looked weird.

Luo Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he instantly understood that he was too short.

The man was not really short, but he was bent over and only poked his head in.

"Doctor Meng, come in, I'm talking about your business." Shen Zizai waved.

A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes stooped in and walked in. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. Just as Shen Zizi said, the tunic suit had a strong smell of camphor.

"Director Shen, hello, hello."

"Let me introduce, this is our first-year medical student tomorrow... Ronaldinho, you can say today." Shen Zizai joked.

"Director Shen, please stop laughing at me."

"Professor Luo Haoluo, employed as a double professor at the First Hospital of Medical University and Union Hospital."

The man was startled and bent a little deeper, his head almost touching the ground.

Luo Hao felt that his posture made him a little uncomfortable.

"This is Dr. Meng from the infectious disease hospital I just mentioned to you."

"A good man?"

"Teacher Luo, these two words should be understood by ordinary people, not husband." Meng Liangren quickly explained, "My parents are uneducated. When they chose the name, they wanted to say that I want to be a kind person, so I called it A good man."

Is it?

Luo Hao smiled slightly.

Not necessarily.

It may not be that simple to produce a 72-year-old Moutai named Liangren.

But it didn't matter. What Luo Hao cared about was whether he could perform surgery and whether he could help.

"Hello, Dr. Meng." Luo Hao stood up and stretched out his hand.

Meng Liangren stretched out his hands, almost above his head, and held Luo Hao's hand.

"I have never heard of a dual professor from two universities. You are still a professor at Union Medical College. You are still so young. Teacher Luo, you are simply a genius among geniuses."

Luo Hao patted Meng Liangren on the shoulder, "Doctor Meng, get up, we won't talk about this."

This... is too direct. Meng Liangren straightened his waist slightly.

There was no creaking sound from the lumbar disc, and Luo Hao judged in his mind that he was in good health.

Moreover, Meng Liangren maintained the posture just now for a long time, and his physical fitness was not strong enough to make it difficult to maintain that posture.

To put it simply, everyone wants to kneel down, and then they will be rich and powerful.

But the kneeling position is actually very difficult, and most people just think about it.

Luo Hao's sense of Meng Liangren had some changes.

"Dr. Meng, I just told Ronaldinho about you. At 1:30 in the afternoon, you will send the patient off to the stage. You will follow me on stage. Disinfection, laying out sterile towels, punctures, and leaving arterial sheaths will be done first until you can no longer do it. when."

Meng Liangren knew that this was an assessment of himself, so he nodded quickly and kept thanking Director Shen Zizai for giving him this opportunity.

"I won't keep you for lunch. I'll see you on time at half past one."

Shen Zizai said and waved his hand, and Meng Liangren quickly bent down, stepped back, and walked out of the director's office backwards.

After closing the door, Shen Zizai looked at Luo Hao with a complicated expression.

"Ronald, how are you?"

"Doctor Meng is in good health!" Luo Hao praised.

"???" Shen Zizai was startled.

"You can tell at a glance that he has been exercising all these years. Even after bending over for so long, his lumbar discs are fine. 90% of the doctors I met cannot maintain this posture for such a long time when they are over thirty-five years old."

"Ha." Shen Zizai laughed out loud. Ronaldinho's angle of seeing people was really strange.

"It's true. I'm not joking. It's not good for you to be in poor health during an interventional surgery." Luo Hao said seriously.

"What I care about is other things." Shen Zizai hesitated for a moment and said, "To be honest, there is no reason for the diversion of infectious diseases hospital to go to our medical university. He is rushing to gain a chance to survive, but he is still so humble, I always I feel like there’s something wrong.”

Luo Hao smiled and said, "Let's wait for the surgery in the afternoon."

"That's right, there are only two of you, even if you are covered in iron, you can drive a few nails." Shen Zizai said, "Feng Chu praised you so much when he came back that you can perform dozens of surgeries a day in India. But, then It’s India, not China.”

Shen Zizai's expression was serious, and Luo Haowen smiled and said, "That's true. There is no need to write medical records, no need to worry about pre- and post-operative procedures, just surgery, and there is no need to worry about medical disputes."

Luo Hao and Shen Zizai chatted for a long time. At noon, Shen Zizai took Luo Hao to the department director's canteen for dinner.

Luo Hao was supposed to be a full professor and had this qualification, but Luo Hao still wanted to keep a low profile, so he was forced to have a meal by Shen Zizai, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Meng Liangren was waiting at the door of the ward early.

Shen Zizai brought him a white suit, and Meng Liangren burst into tears of gratitude. Especially when he saw the logo of the First Hospital of Medical University above his left chest, Meng Liangren's hands started to shake a little.

Luo Hao was not careless and followed Meng Liangren while sending the patient off and changing clothes.

There are many people dawdling around in primary hospitals. They brag when they open their mouths. They don't know anything when they go on stage. They are bold enough to make random comments. It's not like Luo Hao has never seen such people.

As for the director of a tertiary hospital who had his aortic filter reversed, it is not unprecedented.

The inspection of technical level is an inspection, and you cannot make fun of the patients, let alone get into any medical disputes.

Luo Hao stared at Meng Liangren's every move.

Unexpectedly, Meng Liangren's movements were standard and regulated, as if they were written in a textbook.

Textbook operation.

Okay.

After laying out the sterile drape, Meng Liangren put on the lead coat and began to wash his hands.

The action of brushing his hands was more standardized, especially the fact that he did not use hand sanitizer, but chose a hard-bristled brush that was rarely used, which Luo Hao particularly appreciated.

A hard-bristled brush can be used to brush between nails, and Meng Liangren did it very carefully.

Although serious, the speed is not slow and very standard.

Wiping his hands with iodophor, Meng Liangren began to disinfect.

Every step was impeccable, Luo Hao glanced at Shen Zizai. Through the leaded glass, Luo Hao nodded slightly, indicating that everything was fine.

On stage.

Meng Liangren hesitated for a moment, Luo Hao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You take the position of the magician first."

According to Luo Hao's guess, Meng Liangren should be a little excited.

But for some reason, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then a bulge formed on the edge of the sterile mask.

Is he biting his cheek? Luo Hao didn't understand.

Normally, you should be nervous. Being able to take advantage of the diversion opportunity to be transferred from the Infectious Diseases Hospital to the First Hospital of the Medical University is a blessing.

Moreover, Meng Liangren's preliminary steps seemed to be done perfectly, without any flaws. Luo Hao, who had taken care of his junior brothers and junior sisters many times, could not see any problems.

It can be said that Meng Liangren's basic skills are quite solid.

but!
Luo Hao felt something was wrong.

Meng Liangren made up his mind, stood in the surgeon's position and began to indwell the arterial sheath.

Luo Hao assisted Meng Liangren as an assistant while observing his movements.

The movements are simple, clean, and almost flawless as before.

Luo Hao felt that Meng Liangren's level should not be low, not to mention that he could reach the level of a professor in the first hospital of a medical university, but he would definitely reach the level of a graduate student.

"Dr. Meng, the surgery was well done."

After the arterial sheath was successfully placed, Luo Hao praised it.

Luo Hao never begrudges any praise.

This is recognition for a junior doctor.

But Meng Liangren was so nervous that he took the guidewire from Luo Hao and put it into the arterial sheath without even saying a word.

Luo Hao watched intently. He was ready to stop at any time.

However, Meng Liangren had shown a high technical level before, and Luo Hao felt that the most basic step of feeding the guide wire should be no problem.

However, Luo Hao's "guess" was wrong.

The guidewire had just gone less than 20cm in, and was still in the abdominal aorta, still thousands of miles away from the hepatic artery, when Meng Liangren's movements began to deform.

Huh?
It can't be.

This step is easy.

The diameter gap between the guide wire and the abdominal aorta is too big. It is enough to just feed the guide wire into it step by step. There will be no difficulty.

eccentric.

Meng Liangren's sterile cap has always been dry, but now the edge of the sterile cap got wet.

He stopped feeding the guide wire, took a deep breath, and after concentrating, sent the guide wire in again.

You can think about it and do it.

The finger twisting the guide wire seemed to slip.

As if it were slipping on the ice in winter, the guide wire suddenly changed direction.

Luo Hao's eyelids jumped at the sight, "Doctor Meng, you go ahead and I'll do it."

Meng Liangren did not move, as if there was a battle between heaven and man.

Luo Hao didn't rush him. After all, the guide wire was in the patient's blood vessel. If this person really has a mental breakdown and causes irreversible damage to the patient, then it will be really fucked.

A few seconds later, a helpless sigh came.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Luo." Meng Liangren seemed to accept the reality and turned around to step down.

"Teacher Luo, do you need my help?" Meng Liangren asked in a low voice.

"No, you have a rest." Luo Hao kicked Meng Liangren out.

Luo Hao was really afraid that there was something weird about him.

Meng Liangren did not resist, took off his sterile clothes, walked to the red medical waste bin, and took off his sterile gloves.

"Wow~~~"

The sound of water came.

(End of this chapter)