White armor

Chapter 190 A different song

The next day, Luo Hao was "invited" to Jiang Wenming's home.

When Chen Yong called, 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 calm, almost had his jaw dropped.

Hey!
This was the first time Luo Hao had seen such a chaotic place.

"Teacher Jiang, at home..." Luo Hao scratched his head and mumbled 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 calmed down, smiled and said calmly.

The more Chen Yong looked at Luo Hao, the more he liked him. No wonder so many old people favored Luo Hao. They were good at flattering him.

Jiang Wenming was startled when he heard what Luo Hao said, and then burst into laughter.

Jiang Wenming glanced at the two of them and expressed satisfaction with this tacit understanding.

"Damn, I'm an old guy, I can't afford to occupy the latrine..." Jiang Wenming said, glanced at Wang Jiani, and took back what he said, "Chen Yong will ask you to take care of Xiao Luo from now on."

"Of course, Teacher Jiang."

"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 right. I quite appreciate the spirit of those in your lineage, Ronaldinho.”

"Death?" Wang Jiani looked at Jiang Wenming with wide eyes.

"Ronald, can I call you that?" Jiang Wenming asked politely.

"Teacher Jiang is describing and metaphorizing that he is leaving the medical industry." Luo Hao explained.

"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.

Wang Jiani smiled like a flower.

Luo Hao and Chen Yong asked together.

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.

"Hey."

"Master, look at what you said, it doesn't sound good at all." Chen Yong disagreed.

"In 16, Chang'an City's urban village was to be demolished, but the conditions were not agreed upon. How did they do it?"

"Originally, I thought, Xiaoluo, you are a doctor and a cultured person, so you should be somewhat pedantic in your work. But something happened to Dannizi some time ago, and you turned against her very quickly. I am very pleased."

"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Wenming said, "I'm already this age, so I've already looked away."

"This is all what should be done. They are my people. I don't protect anyone else." Luo Hao said seriously.

"How?"

The flattery was a bit stiff, but Jiang Wenming couldn't find a better position.

"Oh oh oh." Wang Jiani covered her chest, indicating that she had just been shocked.

Luo Hao smiled and walked in.

"You're welcome, Chen Yong is very capable and the backbone of the medical team." Luo Hao praised.

"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, 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, 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, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Chen Yong's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Luo Hao didn't expect Jiang Wenming to mention this matter.

But halfway through speaking, he saw Jiang Wenming raise his hand and shake it, and Luo Hao immediately shut up.

"I'll go clean it up." Wang Jiani whispered.

"We doctors are all educated people. After years of study, we have lost a bit of gangsterism. We are easily bullied when we do things."

"How?"

Although Luo Hao knew that this was inevitable, he still felt a little regretful.

"As for me, I won't do it anymore." Jiang Wenming said.

"Of all the ministries and commissions in the country, the Health 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 the topic, "Let's give an example."

"I am not qualified to say this, but when a person is about to die, his words are kind."

"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."

Wang Jiani looked at Jiang Wenming with a shy face and her big eyes flickering, full of affection for him.

"..."

Jiang Wenming's cell phone rang.

Luo Hao thought to himself that Jiang Wenming's words were interesting. In one sentence, Wang Jiani was made happy. This person was not just a simple old doctor or nerd.

[As the saying goes, a man will remain a boy until he dies, but which boy smokes because he is sad...]

"Oh, Professor Xiehe, can it be the same? People should be able to cure their illnesses at their fingertips. If they really can't keep people alive, then they should blame themselves for their bad luck. I told you before, it's all a fuss.

Just be fine, 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."

"Yeah." Luo Hao nodded.

The patient's condition is clear, just like bleeding after partial resection of kidney cancer. As long as there is an interventional department to protect the patient, 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. If the patient cannot get off the ground after the operation, it would be too pretentious.

"Ronald, 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 little short of that." Luo Hao smiled.

"It's not just a little worse, it's a lot worse. With housing prices so low, it's no wonder there are good doctors."

"Master, why do you always talk about housing prices?" 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."

"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.

"Where are you old, 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 knife in Donglian. But now, the best knife in Donglian is useless. An expert can just fly in and kill him instantly. ”

"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. powerful."

"To be honest, flying knives are the most top-notch resources that ordinary people have access to, and these people want to wipe out such a small amount of resources for ordinary people."

As he spoke, Jiang Wenming raised his little finger, placed his thumb on the joint of his little finger, and 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 directors retired and new directors started When he pushed for minimally invasive surgery, Mr. Chai stood aside consciously.”

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero, so there is no need for me to stay any longer." Jiang Wenming looked at Luo Hao and 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 harmful, it's appendicitis. Dean Zhuang and Dean Jin must both be here."

"Oh, that's right. Okay, I'll rush back right now."

Luo Hao chatted for a few words and hung up the phone.

"Who is this?" 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 combined with the judgment of the preface and postscript, Jiang Wenming knew some details.

Director Geng had a classmate or relative who needed surgery. They were 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!
Or a new relationship in 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 of mine."

Luo Hao glanced at the time.

"We still have enough time, Ronaldinho, let's sing a song together?" Jiang Wenming invited.

Sing? !
Luo Hao didn't 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, then pulled out a guitar covered in dust.

Unexpectedly, this young man was also an artistic young man. 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, let's record a video."

"Okay."

"Teacher Jiang, don't be so serious. I can't sing, so I'm just having fun singing with you."

"You are so good at opera, why can't you 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 neither admitted nor denied, just smiled and watched Jiang Wenming play with the guitar in his hand.

"Master, I can also sing." Chen Yong complained.

"Hum, I heard that 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 jumped out.

[As the saying goes, a good man will remain a boy until he dies, but which boy smokes because he is worried? 】

[I haven’t been able to sleep for a long time in the middle of the night, and I’m 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 all the sweet, sour, and bitter, and only left one sentence: "I was once a boy." 】

Jiang Wenming sang so emotionally that his eyes were slightly red.

Although the song was not finished, after the last word curled up, the mood recovered instantly.

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 well.

Jiang Wenming's singing is full of vicissitudes and helplessness. If it weren't for the fact that he found a new path last year, the sense of sadness and powerlessness would be even greater.

Luo Hao could understand, but he didn't 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 talked to 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 mean to pinch herself, nor did she mean to 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 no amount of sweat can buy his own house. 】

[He said that living 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 per day, 007 hours of hard work a year, but there is no hope at all.

All kinds of sorrows and sorrows are known to everyone.

【…】

[Just leave one sentence behind, as the saying goes. 】

Luo Hao then raised his hand and lowered it slightly, causing Wang Jiani to stop 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? 】

[This three taels of money can be exchanged for a few cigarettes, but it cannot be exchanged for ideals and dignity. 】

Luo Hao didn't mean to be loud, 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.

Several 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 went back to the house. Looking at the garbage on the floor, he sighed.

"This house is too messy, how do we clean it up?"

……

……

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 can't the patient come in?"

"Huh, I said I have to wait for Professor Luo to come." Mr. You said indifferently, gently and skillfully.

"Ah? Professor Luo wants 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 mentioned it every day, he always said that Professor Xiao Luo's skills were 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.

"Mr. You, don't you think the patient's family is too troublesome?"

"Nothing? Are you kidding?" Mr. You gathered his fists, "I wish Professor Luo could take all the emergency surgeries. I can't tell you whether he has learned it or not. If you loosen your fingers, I will get two more SCI articles. When I get promoted in the future, Can overwhelm others."

"I heard that the bosses of various departments are keeping an eye on Professor Luo."

"Definitely, no one is the same." Mr. You said, "I took advantage and got a "Lancet" article by the second author. Professor Lei was very angry, but Professor Luo didn't include his name."

"!!!"

Although the young doctor knew about this, he was still amazed when he thought of Professor Lei's expression when he talked about Luo Hao.

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 Professor Lei couldn't say anything about this kind of thing, 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 is undergoing bypass surgery. He can't stand it. The extracardiac surgery has already been performed. He is watching the operation on the operating table."

"Oh." The doctor on duty said casually, not caring.

For ordinary emergency care, 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.

A few times, he even 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, which left a trace of goodwill.

Having published a paper in "The Lancet" has made his future path much smoother, which cannot but make Mr. You feel proud.

"How long will it take?"

"You don't have enough time to fast and drink. Do you want to be hung up and beaten by Mr. Ma?"

"It seems okay if I can give Sister Liu a few slaps." The doctor on duty said with a cheesy smile.

"That's because you don't know. You just saw 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!"

"Fuck!" The doctor on duty was surprised.

He had never heard of this gossip.

Less than a year after coming to the First Hospital of the Medical University, it was actually difficult for him to hear any gossip.

"One time I saw Ms. Liu Feifei going shopping, wearing a navel-baring outfit, eight-pack abs, mermaid lines, those straight lines."

"..."

“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 and beat him, chased him... hahaha, chased Lao Li three times."

"what?"

"You can't beat him to death. It's humiliating. He chased Lao Li away like a rabbit. In the end, Lao Li rolled his eyes in exhaustion."

The doctor on duty was speechless.

"Don't think about it. If you wear bodybuilding clothes, the butterfly bone in the back can open bottle caps." The muscles on Mr. You's face trembled. "That's it. If you get married, I will beat you eight times a day."

"Bah." The doctor on duty swallowed as he thought of Mr. Ma Liu Feifei's long legs.

If you can marry someone home, that would be fine too.

"Wait, it's time to fast and drink, and Professor Luo should be back." Mr. You was not in a hurry.

A few hours later.

Luo Hao, wearing a hat and mask, stood quietly in the corner of the operating room 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 request from a friend, 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, I only perform 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? Our First Hospital is the pinnacle of grassroots hospitals. It would be great if it can handle common diseases."

Grassroots hospital, peak, common disease. Mr. You was not angry because of these words. Instead, he felt that what Luo Hao said was normal.

With Professor Luo's method of treating abdominal cocoon, ordinary minor surgeries really can't use him.

Mr. You had already knelt down, smiling, disinfecting, laying out sheets, and preparing endoscopic equipment with the doctor on duty.

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 surgery, they have learned how to serve snacks.

After finishing the anesthesia, General Manager Liu Feifei looked at the values ​​in front of the ventilator and then sat down.

"Professor Luo, who did you learn Chuan Wu from?" Manager Ma Liu Feifei asked.

"Chuanwu? Professor Luo can do this?!" Mr. You was surprised.

"Hai, 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. The idea of ​​studying in a children's palace only existed in the last century. I didn't even have a children's palace when I was a child, so let's not talk about you." Manager 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 airtight 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 I started the book, I only had Jiang Wenming’s song. 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)