White armor

Chapter 215 Every other line is like a mountain, or a mountain of shit
Luo Hao's English...

Feng Zixuan didn't think it was very good, although the tone and intonation were like a typical foreigner. Even when he closed his eyes, it was an Englishman speaking.

But Luo Hao often stutters.

Stuttering causes delays in smooth speech.

Feng Zixuan felt that this was because Luo Hao's spoken English was not at its peak. Especially in the end, Luo Hao emphasized that if something similar happened next time, he would communicate in Chinese, which further supported this guess.

The words that sounded provocative to Feng Zixuan did not arouse Dr. Smith's resentment. He looked a little confused and kept asking questions, while Luo Hao answered patiently and wrote a series of English words on the blackboard that Feng Zixuan could not understand at all.

"Chen Yong." Feng Zixuan came to Chen Yong's side, "What is Luo Hao writing?"

"I don't know." Chen Yong answered straightforwardly.

"You...didn't you study in the UK?" Feng Zixuan was surprised.

"Damn it, English is just a mountain of shit. The medical profession has reached a certain level. For example, this rare disease, damn rare disease, uses all professional terms." Chen Yong said angrily, "Except People who have studied it specifically, others won’t be involved at all.”

Luo Hao did not try to be brave and did everything from diagnosis to treatment. Instead, he passed the blame to Dr. Smith.

Feng Zixuan was startled for a moment. He vaguely knew that Chen Yong didn't like the UK. He probably felt sick from eating dry bread in the UK, and he had extremely malicious intentions towards that country.

"Luo Hao's English is very strong, but he doesn't want to speak it. In India, I am the one who communicates with Indians. I thought he was also mute in English."

"Luo Hao's English is very good! He speaks an authentic London accent and his slang is very authentic."

It’s not like when you’re speaking in a meeting and you’re talking about uh-huh, ah-ah, ah-ah, this, that and other meaningless words, it’s just stumbling.

"Indolent systemic mastocytosis, the first word is lazy, the second word is systemic, and the third word is mast cell syndrome." Chen Yong gave an example, "This is the best, don't look at the first two words , those are all modifications, and the latter part of mastocytosis, I had never heard of it before today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by Chen Yong's look like he was looking at an idiot.

"..." Feng Zixuan was speechless.

But if mastocytosis is taken alone, nine and a half out of ten British people would probably not know what it means.

"My speaking skills are a bit poor, which makes Director Feng laugh."

Feng Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

But whether it’s hypertrophy, cells, or hyperplasia, they all have their own meanings in Chinese, and the combination doesn’t seem that difficult to understand.

Neither Feng Zixuan nor Chen Yong expected that Luo Hao, who was so humble, didn't even need to show off in spoken English, but instead pretended to be a big one!

"Even doctors can't understand it at all! Every other line is like a mountain of shit!" Chen Yong added.

"Accurate, we have reached a consensus with Dr. Smith, and he is responsible for the next treatment."

"Okay, if nothing happens, let's go first." Luo Hao greeted.

"What's the result?" Feng Zixuan knew there was a turning point and asked.

"Luo Hao's English is not bad, but his speaking skills are a bit poor. I didn't expect Ronaldinho to be deficient as well." Feng Zixuan said with a smile.

No, what are you thinking about?

After talking for a long time, I didn't even make it clear.

As he spoke, Luo Hao pointed.

"..."

"Ronald, do you have good English skills?" Feng Zixuan said with "praise".

"I... indeed, I can only read, not speak. My hearing is okay." Feng Zixuan didn't get angry, but answered straightforwardly.

But by this time Luo Hao had finished speaking and strode over.

"I feel it." Chen Yong paused, "I'll have to ask Luo Hao later."

"Later, I gradually got used to it and adapted, allowing my mouth and brain to coordinate. But I had this problem again when speaking English, and because of the lousy English language, I had already thought of treatment. When I explained the results, I just mentioned identification. diagnosis."

In these two sentences, Luo Hao stuttered three times.

however.

Um? Something is wrong?
Feng Zixuan didn't care about Chen Yong's gaze. He calmed down and listened to what Luo Hao said.

Feng Zixuan spread his hands. He had never heard of mastocytosis.

Or there might be something more bizarre happening in the UK.

"Then why is he stuttering?"

"Harm, no way." Luo Hao sighed, "Here I am..."

This was done very smoothly, which is quite impressive.

Gan!
Feng Zixuan felt that he was molested by Chen Yong.

"Director Feng, is your English proficiency a little behind?" Chen Yong spoke very directly.

"Director Feng, come and see the patient."

Gan!
Feng Zixuan's face was expressionless, and he paused for 3 seconds before saying, "Ronald, is the patient's diagnosis accurate?"

It’s really... a mountain of shit.

"The speed of movement is relatively fast, and the mouth cannot keep up with the brain. When I was a child, I stuttered when I spoke, because my brain always thinks faster." (Note)
"..."

Feng Zixuan glanced at Dr. Smith's bald head. There was a strand of transplanted hair on his forehead, which looked particularly dazzling on the bald head.

It's like a little oasis growing out of the desert, full of life, but extremely abrupt.

It's also like the technical Fukada, which gives people a stiff feeling.

Dr. Smith has long lost his previous arrogance and domineering attitude, his eyes are a little hollow, and he is mumbling as if he has been put down by the shit mountain code.

"Actually, English has its advantages." Luo Hao said with a smile, "If you have studied it, you have studied it. If you understand it, you understand it. You can't guess what those rare words mean."

"Luo Hao, have you studied it? When did it happen?" Chen Yong asked doubtfully, "Ordinarily, you have never encountered a rare disease like silent systemic mastocytosis."

Luo Hao glanced at Chen Yong, and Chen Yong had a bad feeling in his heart.

"There are 276 relevant medical records in the Xiehe medical record database. Over the past century, our senior doctors from Xiehe have treated patients and left medical records for future generations to learn from."

When I, Senior Xiehe, said these five words, Luo Hao's whole body was glowing, and you could see the pride that Luo Hao felt from the bottom of his heart.

"..."

"..."

Chen Yong really wanted to slap himself.

"I told you that my family, Xiehe, is unique, but you still don't understand. Well, just understand when you encounter rare diseases."

Chen Yong was speechless. He didn't even raise the question of how Luo Hao could "memorize" all the medical records in Union Medical College's century-old medical records library, such as a rare disease called silent systemic mastocytosis.

Because Chen Yong is familiar with Luo Hao, he must not give this guy a chance to show off.

Feng Zixuan sighed.

"Ronald, are these really... 276 patients? Are all the medical records well preserved?"

"Yes." Luo Hao glanced at the system panel and smiled, "The first patient was a patient who came to our Union Medical College in 1923. He was treated by a senior named Ou at that time. There was no quiescent systemic mastocytosis at that time. With this diagnosis, Teacher Ou only left a medical record and gave him symptomatic treatment.”

"In the margin of the medical record, Teacher Ou wrote down his guess that the patient should have something to do with urticaria."

"Hives?"

"Silent systemic mastocytosis is also called urticaria pigmentosa." Luo Hao smiled slightly, "Teacher Ou is very good. He followed the clues to guess the real situation more than a hundred years ago."

"The second patient was treated in 1924 and was Wu Peifu's guard at that time..."

Luo Hao walked and talked.

Hundreds of years of history are accumulated, and countless timelines are gathered in front of him. Luo Hao only talked about three relevant medical records, and Feng Zixuan was already kneeling on the ground, bowing to the ground.

Even Chen Yong said nothing.

A cow is a cow.

After hundreds of years of accumulation, Luo Hao can still talk about it.

No matter which one is awesome, whether it is Xie He or Luo Hao.

"Little Luo, how did you memorize it?"

"Emmm, my memory is a little better. When I was in the first year of Union Medical College, I just caught up with the end of the electronicization of medical records. I assisted my senior brothers and sisters in electronicizing medical records, and I took a look at it by the way."

By the way? !
"Then I remember it."

"In more than 270 medical records of quiescent systemic mastocytosis, beef-red ears are a typical feature that often appears, and there is no difficulty."

"Silent systemic mastocytosis may seem to outsiders to be a rare disease, but in my Xiehe family, the aunties who clean the house are not joking."

Chen Yong listened to Luo Hao's "bragging" expressionlessly, while Feng Zixuan kept sighing.

Things were a bit tricky before Luo Hao came back, but only three hours after he came back, the matter was resolved neatly.

Although the patient still needs treatment and has not improved yet, Feng Zixuan has no doubt that Luo Hao's diagnosis is correct.

"Director Feng, I'm going back to see the patient." Luo Haoke said to Feng Zixuan politely, "Chen Jiao is already in the hospital. I'll go watch the movie. It's better to watch the movie on the mobile gimbal than on the computer."

"Okay." Feng Zixuan nodded, "By the way, there are quotas for treating poor people in the hospital. Two of them are given to you."

Feng Zixuan said it casually, but Chen Yong didn't understand, "Director Feng, what do you mean?"

"We are a public hospital, and we must provide free medical treatment to the poor every year. Not all of them, and there are few places, but there are always some." Feng Zixuan said casually, "The requirements are very strict, but I took a look, and Chen Jiao is a college student after all. , I can take care of the rest.”

"Thank you, Director Feng!" Luo Hao bowed and saluted respectfully.

To put it simply, Luo Hao had worked in the medical office and knew that there were only about 10 places like this in Donglian Mine every year.

There are more and more poor people, so we have to screen out some minor problems and try to reserve them for patients with serious diseases.

Not to mention the first hospital of a medical university, the quotas at Donglian Mine General Hospital are not enough every year. Most of them are used for first-time treatment, but the patients cannot pay the medical expenses.

Although there are funds for scientific research, we can save money if we can. Chen Jiao's disease is a bottomless pit, and Luo Hao doesn't know how much money he has to spend on it.

Luo Hao was very grateful that Feng Zixuan was helping him.

"You're too polite, go and get busy." Feng Zixuan took out his cell phone and waved it at Luo Hao, "I'll contact Meng Liangren, and you can concentrate on treating the disease."

"it is good."

Feng Zixuan shook his phone again, signaled for contact, and turned to leave.

"Luo Hao, Director Feng treats you well."

"Haha, okay." Luo Hao chuckled.

"By the way, Xiao Luo, come here." Feng Zixuan suddenly remembered something and called Luo Hao.

"What's wrong, Director Feng?"

"I heard from the people in the ICU that Chen Yong and Dr. Smith had a fight. How about it? I don't think it's okay."

"Noisy?" Luo Hao reacted and then said with a smile, "It's not a quarrel. To be more precise, it should be Chen Yong scolding Dr. Smith."

"!!!"

Scolding, one-sided, is Chen Yong so awesome?

Feng Zixuan didn't believe it.

But Luo Hao never exaggerates in his speech. Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, and they fit perfectly.

"what happened?"

"Director Feng doesn't know much about Britain. Their side... Let's put it this way, they look like a modern country. In fact, they just took advantage of the Industrial Revolution. At their core, they are still the same as they were thousands of years ago. They are very backward. ”

Hey!
Feng Zixuan said nothing and listened quietly to Luo Hao's pretense. He didn't expect that Xiao Luo was still a royal man at heart.

"Like the recommendation letters from Britain and the United States, isn't that the old way of promoting filial piety and integrity? 24 filial piety is what they are doing now."

"Haha, I said too much, Chen Yong is in the UK...ahem."

Luo Hao seemed to hesitate for a moment. He thought about it and sighed, "It's a long story."

"It's okay, please speak slowly." Feng Zixuan was calm and wanted to see what Luo Hao was going to say.

He had become a little curious.

"Britain has distinct classes, such as their House of Lords and House of Commons. This is the translation in Chinese, Director Feng. This House of Lords is called the House of Lords in English, which is the parliament of princes and ministers.

Everyone's ancestors fought with the king, so it's very cool to say it. It's like the old wives in the imperial capital say that poor people from other places come to the imperial capital again to beg for food. "

"Hahaha." Feng Zixuan laughed.

"Basically, people who graduated from Oxford and Cambridge universities enter the political arena and enter the upper class society, but they are both Oxford and Cambridge, but they are different schools."

"???" Feng Zixuan was puzzled.

"For example, the Divinity School in Cambridge and Trinity College, then this one is the master of human affairs. This is the one who will enter Downing Street in the future."

"Uh~~"

"These British people can tell which high school you graduated from by your accent. They are all London accents, and they are different in different communities and streets. We can't tell it, but Londoners, or Cambridge or Oxford People can tell it when they hear it.”

Feng Zixuan's scalp was numb. He didn't expect that there were so many explanations.

"Really?" Feng Zixuan was confused. "It's true. They both went to high school in London. The accent of those who graduated from Eton College is slightly different from Harold's accent, although the two schools are not far apart."

"Chen Yong's accent sounds advanced. I don't know where he learned it, and I can't tell where it comes from, but Dr. Smith can tell."

"!!!"

"As soon as he opened his mouth, Dr. Smith didn't react. He said a few words, and soon he knelt down."

"So, their upper and lower barriers are so tight."

"I don't quite understand. Maybe Chen Yong's accent is particularly noble? Hahaha, the word noble is nonsense in our opinion. Princes, generals and ministers would rather have the right kind? Right, Director Feng. But the British people really believe it, Dr. Smith directly Just kneel down.”

"If I hadn't stopped him, he would have knelt down and kissed Chen Yong's feet."

"..." Feng Zixuan suddenly thought of something, "Ronald, I heard that Indians are very popular in the UK."

"Indians are weird, like a nest of maggots. Forget it, let's not mention them. My brain hurts when I talk about India." Luo Hao stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, "Director Feng, don't worry, the patient's The diagnosis is clear, and Dr. Smith from the Mayo Clinic is absolutely fine with it.”

"Yeah." Feng Zixuan nodded, that's very good.

"Then I'll get busy." Luo Hao said.

"Okay, let's have dinner together when we have time. Please explain it to me in detail." Feng Zixuan waved and left.

Luo Hao was not in a hurry to go to the ward to see Chen Jiao. Instead, he sat down calmly and turned on the computer.

The image can also be seen on the gimbal on the mobile phone, but Luo Hao always feels that it lacks a sense of ceremony.

Sitting in the doctor's office and watching movies on the big screen makes you feel like a doctor.

Chen Jiao's situation is still not optimistic.

Although the liver tumor treated during the last surgery had lipiodol deposits, and the location of bone metastases also shrunk due to intra-particle radiotherapy, new lesions appeared in other locations.

There are more treated lesions than new ones, and Luo Hao also knows that he is racing against the speed of cancer metastasis.

Can I outrun HeLa cells?

Luo Hao didn't know.

But the system's mission is there, which means the system determines that Chen Jiao has a chance of survival.

After reading the film and report sheet, Luo Hao stood up.

Meng Liangren has always stood beside Luo Hao, like a door god.

Seeing that Luo Hao was going to the ward, he followed him.

"Lao Meng, go and do your work. Chen Jiao and I will chat for a while." Luo Hao smiled.

Leaving Meng Liangren behind, Luo Hao came to the ward alone.

Luo Hao's mood was a little heavy. He also knew that the most he could do now was to do his best and obey fate, so Luo Hao persuaded himself in his heart and gave himself psychological counseling.

But as he got closer to the ward, Luo Hao heard laughter.

It was Chen Jiao's laughter.

The laughter was like boiling water poured on the snow, turning the heaviness in Luo Hao's heart into nothingness.

"No, no." Chen Jiao's laughter came out, "I walked over and twisted my hips, and the skirt flew up."

"Hahaha, you are so tough."

"Hum, stupid, Jio is not like that!"

When Luo Hao heard Chen Jiao's laughter, he felt a little relieved and appeared at the door with a smile.

Shen Zizai arranged a single room for Chen Jiao, which was a great deal of care.

"Teacher Luo!" Chen Jiao caught a glimpse of Luo Hao walking in and quickly asked her classmates to stop.

The girl was awkwardly learning to twist her hips sideways, and Luo Hao smiled slightly.

"Teacher Luo, when did you come back?" When Chen Jiao saw Luo Hao, she happily got off the bed and pulled on her slippers.

But she felt something was wrong and laughed.

"Just came back." Luo Hao said, "How are you feeling recently?"

Chen Jiao didn't know how many times she had answered these words, but when Luo Hao asked, she still said them again.

Luo Hao was a little relieved.

Particle implantation is an internal radiation therapy with a very short range and almost negligible impact on the body. Judging from Chen Jiao's condition, this is indeed the case. Her quality of life has not declined due to radiotherapy, but has improved due to the pain relief caused by bone metastasis.

"Teacher Luo, I don't feel much pain anymore." Chen Jiao said happily.

"That's good."

After asking about the medical history, Chen Jiao sat on the bed obediently, "Do you want a physical examination?"

"No need for the moment." Luo Hao said, "How are you studying recently?"

When Luo Hao asked about studying, Chen Jiao did not dodge, but became more and more happy.

The simplest logic is - I am already a terminal cancer patient. In the simplest terms, I should eat whatever I should.

Professor Luo also asked himself whether studying means having a future!
Chen Jiao started to talk about her recent studies.

She has made up for all the courses she missed due to hospitalization, and she should not lose her scholarship this year.

"Teacher Luo, can I ask you a question?" Chen Jiao's classmates said impatiently as they waited for Chen Jiao to finish.

"what happened?"

"I want to do surgery in the future, do you have any suggestions?"

"Surgery." Luo Hao thought for a while.

"Teacher, I don't feel faint!" Chen Jiao's classmate raised his arm and showed off his biceps to Luo Hao.

Nezha beauty is popular recently, focusing on a sense of contrast.

Luo Hao smiled and said, "Have you thought about it? Do you really want to do surgery?"

"Uh..." Chen Jiao's classmates suddenly felt a little scared when they saw Luo Hao's serious face.

"First of all, you must have the ability to fall asleep and wake up at any time, and you must also be able to have the talent to be energetic without getting out of bed."

"???" Chen Jiao and her classmates were stunned.

It's not that what Luo Hao said is difficult to understand, but that Luo Hao didn't mention dexterity, but this entry-level talent.

"This is easy to understand. Just know it. In fact, internal medicine also needs it, but it is a little different from surgery."

"The second point is that it requires a very strong body."

"Body? Are you carrying your thighs?" Chen Jiao's classmate asked.

Luo Hao sighed.

Students who have rotated to orthopedics have unknowingly been assimilated into German orthopedics.

However, there is nothing wrong with the words "carrying the thighs".

I guess this girl doesn't know what it means to carry a thigh, just like Mr. Ma Liu Yiyi talks nonsense about teeth.

"Let's give you an example." Luo Hao put aside the words "carrying the thigh" and began to explain seriously, "I have a junior sister named Dong Feifei. She used to aspire to be a surgeon."

"Later, in order to shuttle between the school laboratory, dormitory, and hospital operating room, she was always riding a battery scooter, starting in 20 minutes.

No matter it is day or night, whether it is winter rain or freezing snow, whether it is twenty degrees below zero or forty degrees above zero, we are always here.

This perseverance and physical fitness are not comparable to ordinary people. "

"Teacher Luo, Department of Internal Medicine..."

"Internal medicine is still different. Teachers can do many tasks themselves. In the winter, Dong Feifei rides a battery car to the operating room for four or five hours."

"In short, there are many difficulties, and physical strength is also very important."

"Teacher Luo, what about you?"

"Me? I always live in the dressing room." Luo Hao said with a smile, "I just fall asleep. No matter who comes in for surgery, I get up and follow them. At first, the head nurse in the operating room kicked me out, but later she stopped. "

"Why?" Chen Jiao's classmates asked in surprise.

The head nurse in the operating room is more terrifying than the circulating nurse, and in the hearts of the interns, he is already similar to a bull-headed and horse-faced existence.

"Harm, this one can't compare to you."

"Teacher Luo, do you want to eat soft food?"

"..." Luo Hao was speechless by the current student's directness.

"Uh, did I say the wrong thing."

"No." Luo Hao said seriously, "The internship period is very important, and emotional intelligence determines everything."

"Emotional intelligence? Shouldn't it be IQ?"

Luo Hao began to briefly tell Chen Jiao and her classmates how he flattered the head nurse in the operating room.

Although there were only two simple things, Chen Jiao and her classmates were dumbfounded.

"The third point is the most important point!" Luo Hao didn't want to instill too much content about the gray areas of society into the children, so he talked about the third point.

"Life is tough."

"Gah?!" Chen Jiao's classmate made a strange sound in his throat.

"A tough life? Teacher Luo, are you kidding me?" Chen Jiao also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Is Teacher Luo comforting himself?

"I am doing interventional surgery now, and many surgeries also have to work hard, especially orthopedics. Moreover, there are more and more hybrid surgeries. How can I do surgery if I don't have a hard life!"

"..."

"..."

Chen Jiao and her classmates were speechless.

"It's no joke. Many of the big interventionists didn't have adequate protection at the beginning, and their bodies were exposed to radiation."

"It's similar in orthopedics. Many times, you have to take radiation during the operation."

"In the future, there will be more and more hybrid surgeries. How can we survive if we don't die?"

After Luo Hao finished speaking, he laughed.

"Teacher Luo, you are just joking with us." Chen Jiao's classmates heard that Luo Hao was joking half-heartedly.

"Hold on."

Luo Hao went to the treatment room and came back with a pack of sutures.

"Here, let me show you the basic skills."

After the [Fusion] skill is activated, Luo Hao was originally right-handed, but now his left hand's dexterity is the same as his right hand, there is no difference.

A piece of No. 1 wire was placed on the bedside. Luo Hao rubbed his left hand and tied a knot with one hand, which shocked the two students.

"Nowadays, most surgeries are laparoscopic, but the basic skills of knot tying cannot be lost. Furthermore, there is local anatomy, which are all basic skills. Like neurosurgery, you need to use a drill to grind the egg to remove the shell and keep the intima intact."

Luo Hao was tying a knot with one hand as he spoke. His speed didn't look very fast, but he finished tying a No. 1 thread in a sentence or two.

"That's probably true. Actually, I'm right-handed." Luo Hao smiled, "The dexterity of my left hand is still a bit lacking, but I can barely use it."

"Is this barely possible?"

"Absolutely." Luo Hao said, "With dexterous hands, you can hold 4 instruments at the same time during surgery. Of course, you can't understand the difference between 4 instruments and 2 instruments. In short, the more dexterous the hands, the better."

"As for now..."

"Not only do you need to be dexterous, but you also need to be able to write papers, otherwise you will not even have the possibility of surgery. Double talents, you must have enough points. I was talking about basic talents before."

Luo Hao told Chen Jiao and her classmates about the need for surgery, leaving the two students stunned.

"Okay, that's it." Luo Hao chatted for half an hour. Seeing that Chen Jiao was in a stable mood and had no pain, he knew better and ended the chat.

"Teacher Luo, when will I have surgery?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, and I'll decide on the surgery plan first."

"Ronaldo!"

Shen Zizai's voice came from outside.

"Director Shen, what's wrong?"

"Emergency department emergency consultation, you come with me."

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Note: This is Teacher Pan’s label. I noticed this when I met Teacher Pan for the first time, and Teacher Pan said it himself after asking about it.

(End of this chapter)