White armor

Chapter 314 The fickle man

"You don't know yourself. I think you look like a Baptist."

Sure enough, just as Shen Zizai thought, Luo Hao started to "show off".

"Yes, yes, yes." The aunt responded blankly.

She never thought she would hear such familiar words in the hospital.

Since she couldn't answer, she nodded subconsciously.

"Baptists oppose infant baptism and insist on adult baptism. Have you been baptized?"

"Washed, washed!" Aunt answered excitedly as if she had met a soulmate.

"Oh, BAPTISTS, what do you think?"

"What?"

"BAPTISTS, don't you know?" Luo Hao asked puzzledly.

What are BAPTISTS? Shen Zizai was stunned.

In fact, he really likes to see Luo Hao showing off. As long as he doesn't want to show off, Shen Zizai is happy to see it.

Even when Luo Hao would occasionally show off, Shen Zizai found it acceptable.

"I don't know, young man, I see you ..."

"Aunt, please be serious. As a member of the Baptist Church, you don't even know about BAPTISTS?" Luo Hao said seriously, like a teacher scolding a student.

"..."

"Your teachings can be expressed in eight short English sentences, and the letters at the beginning of each sentence spell out BAPTISTS."

"For example, Biblical authority..."

"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you."

"!!!"

Shen Zizai walked to the door. He was afraid that Luo Hao would directly confront the man and make him anxious, which would lead to uncontrollable consequences.

But Shen Zizai soon saw several confused aunts.

The piety on their faces was gone, and they were filled with shame.

It seems that they are going to go back and brush up on their knowledge, otherwise it would be very embarrassing if they were stumped by questions.

As for Shen Zizai's worry about getting angry and embarrassed, it did not happen.

"One more question." Luo Hao smiled, a sunny smile on his face.

just.

Shen Zizai felt that the sunshine in Luo Hao's smile became more profound and steady.

"Ah? We haven't learned English."

"Let's not talk about Biblical authority just now. Are you a Lutheran Reformed Baptist? Or a Fundamental Baptist? Or a Reformed Baptist?"

"???"

"???"

"???"

Shen Zizai seemed to be able to see countless question marks popping up over the heads of the aunts.

Just for a few eggs, he was held down and interrogated by Luo Hao... Shen Zizai almost laughed out loud.

What a deal!

It was just like when Luo Hao was performing surgery and holding a pair of hemostatic forceps, he asked his assistant about the local anatomical structure.

This is the mode for leading students!

Shen Zizai understood all of this and was very happy.

It is said that when Luo Hao was a doctor, he helped his supervisor to supervise master's and even doctoral students. Looking at his current behavior, it turns out to be true!
This question is tricky! Shen Zizai looked at the aunts with a smile.

Some people felt embarrassed and uttered a word, "Change..."

Reform and opening up is something that is deeply rooted in their minds, so subconsciously the aunt made a choice among the three.

"Oh, Reformed Baptists. Was that Reformed in 1879 or Reformed in 1915?"

"..."

This time even Shen Zizai was stunned.

Do you really think this is medicine with so many branches?

What a joke.

But when Shen Zizai looked at Luo Hao's smile, he began to feel a little dazed.

Luo Hao not only showed off to the aunts, but also to himself. What was the Reformed Baptist Church in 1879?

Shen Zizai subconsciously took out his cell phone and prepared to search the Internet.

But before he could do anything, Luo Hao continued to ask, "Aunt, have you bought the indulgence?"

"what?!"

"what?!"

"what?!"

Several people who were traveling with them exclaimed in unison.

"Oh, it seems that the preaching just now has not reached the stage of indulgence." Luo Hao smiled thoughtfully and said, "Go home and sell the house, and wait to buy indulgences."

"Why!"

“Why should we sell our house?”

Some people began to feel dissatisfied.

The main reason is that the issue of selling the house is quite sensitive and it touched the nerves of the aunts.

"A few hundred years ago, when Protestantism was just beginning, if you didn't buy indulgences, the priests would say that prayer alone was useless. Moreover, everyone had sinned deeply and needed indulgences. The value of houses in our provincial capital has dropped by about 30%, and there is no market for them, so it's hard to sell them."

"My suggestion, just a suggestion, is that you... go home and sell the house now. Maybe you can wait until the time to buy indulgences before buying it." Luo Hao teased with a smile.

Gan!
Shen Zizai could sense that Luo Hao seemed to be in a good mood and even had time to chat nonsense with the aunts.

"We... I said it wrong just now. We are not Protestant, but Catholic."

One aunt changed her mind immediately when she heard about indulgences and the sale of her house.

Shen Zizai almost banged his head against the wall. Is this even possible?
"Catholics, are you Hussites? Or Adamists?"

"???"

"???"

"Pauline? Rolla? Albigensian? Unitarian?"

"Bogomils? Or Waldensians?"

Looking at the aunts with confused faces, Shen Zizai lowered his head.

His acting skills were not good enough, he really couldn't help himself. If he laughed at this time, Shen Zizai was afraid that the aunts would be angry.

If there really was a fierce aunt sitting on the ground crying, and then taking off her clothes and accusing herself of molestation, it would be such a joke.

"Aunt, you should go back and figure this out first." Luo Hao looked at the aunts with a smile, "Taking a few eggs from someone is nothing, but if someone is really deceived and has to sell their house to buy indulgences, it will be terrible."

"We are not stupid, why would we sell the house?" someone argued.

"Hmm~Did your community put up banners to expose telecom fraud?" Luo Hao asked an extremely sharp question.

"Brother Luo, when I went home yesterday, I saw a banner hanging at the entrance of the community - a female owner of Building 10 fell in love online and was defrauded of 30 yuan. Is this true?" Zhuang Yan added.

"Almost." Luo Hao smiled. "Besides, the oil discharge bill is illegal. The true orthodoxy is still Hong Xiuquan and Zhuge Liang."

"Luo Hao, that's just a rumor on the Internet," Chen Yong asked, "Why do I feel it's unreliable?"

"The 257th Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, Pius IX, sent missionary Joseph Edkins to China. Hong Xiuquan brought up the views of the Arians and started a debate."

"These can all be checked. Although I don't know the content of the debate, it should be correct that the 257th Pope Pius IX recognized Hong Xiuquan's identity."

"Why? They are sick."

"Oh, there were hundreds of millions of people in China at that time, facing such a huge blue ocean. At that time, if you wanted to enter Sichuan, you had to worship Zhuge Liang as your elder brother."

Luo Hao only said half of the sentence.

Chen Yong raised his eyebrows and moved his mask. He wanted to curse, but the aunts were still there. Chen Yong was not interested in arguing with them, so he had to hold it back.

"Aunt, if you really want to believe, go to Xiguang. That's the Garden of Eden. He is the second son of God. This is recognized by the 257th Pope Pius IX."

Several aunts blushed with laughter, and they finally realized that Luo Hao was teasing them.

"Then what do you believe in?" asked an aunt.

It seems that what follows is the lie that was circulated on the Internet in the past few years - that Chinese people have no faith.

Shen Zizai looked at Luo Hao with interest.

This question is easy to explain, but once it is explained it requires debate.

Of course Luo Hao was not afraid, but no matter what Luo Hao said, those aunts might not understand it.

"The sound of prayer is 340 meters per second, which is one sixth of the Dongfeng-15 land-based missile and one eighteenth of the Dongfeng-26 land-based missile. I believe in the Dongfeng."

"Go home and get these things sorted out first." Luo Hao advised, "Remember, those who said they were asking you to sell the house by saying indulgences are all scammers. You can call the police."

"Oh oh oh."

Everyone was laughing.

"New China was hard-won, and the living standards have improved a lot in recent decades. We can't make any contribution, so we should just enjoy our life and never sell our house to buy indulgences!"

Luo Hao continued to nag.

If you say something else, the aunts may not believe it and may even talk back.

But when it came to indulgences and selling houses, their expressions softened, probably because they had really heard about it.

Now they are fine, they haven't been deeply bewitched. At most they bring eggs to class to make up the numbers.

You can even volunteer and do some talking.

Once the topic of selling the house comes up, they definitely won't do it.

Watching the aunts running away, Shen Zizai walked into the doctor's office with a smile.

"Luo Hao, it's true that the orthodox one is in Xiguang, right?" Chen Yong asked.

"Who knows? Do you want to go?"

"No, why would I go? Speaking of which, when autumn comes in a while, I will take a leave and go back to Qingcheng Mountain to have a look."

"Okay, let's go together then."

Luo Hao said casually.

But Luo Hao's words were unintentional, but Chen Yong's words were taken seriously.

Even though he was wearing a thick mask, one could still tell that his expression had become extremely strange, and the rejection that burst out from the bottom of his heart was beyond words.

"Hmm?" Luo Hao immediately sensed, "Did you get into trouble in Qingcheng Mountain and get chased down?"

"No." Chen Yong denied it without hesitation.

"There are Qingcheng and Emei over there, and you and the female Taoist priest..."

"Shut up! Impossible! Besides, I have a girlfriend now." Chen Yong said seriously.

"Oh." Luo Hao shrugged.

"Just keep an eye on your medical team. For example, Lao Meng, he spends all day writing medical records. When will you take Lao Meng to 912 for surgery?" Chen Yong changed the subject abruptly.

"Surgery, Lao Meng, do you want to do it?" Luo Hao asked. "Forget it." Meng Liangren wiped the sweat from his palms on his white clothes, "I feel fine now."

After being in the medical team for a long time, Meng Liangren dared to speak out some of his true feelings.

"You are such a cunning person." Chen Yong said disdainfully, "If you are afraid of eating the thread, just say you are afraid of eating the thread."

"Or you can write the medical record and let Lao Meng perform the operation." Luo Hao grasped Chen Yong's weak spot.

Merit cannot be gained simply by writing medical records. Chen Yong needs a lot of surgeries and treatments to accumulate merit.

"The barrel principle, Lao Meng's shortcomings must be made up." Chen Yong changed the subject again.

"Speaking of the barrel principle..." Luo Hao glanced at his system panel. His luck value was so dazzling.

"When you tilt the barrel, there is a fulcrum. The length of the longboard is what matters."

As he spoke, Luo Hao stood in front of the blackboard and drew a tilted long board.

"Well, it can eventually become a canal. You should have seen it in Dujiangyan."

"You are just making up stories. I have never seen anyone more awesome than you. You are constantly changing the subject. You don't really think I am stupid, do you?" Chen Yong said.

Luo Hao turned around and saw Shen Zizai standing at the door.

"Director, do you have any instructions?" Luo Hao asked.

"Oh, let's have dinner together tonight." Shen Zizai said, "To welcome you."

"Okay, I'll choose the hotel then."

Luo Hao agreed straightforwardly, and Shen Zizai was very satisfied. If Luo Hao was still polite to him about such a small matter, it would be really awkward.

"Xiao Luo, have you studied it?" Shen Zizai asked.

"No, I just said a few words to fool the aunts, so that they don't really sell their house and buy indulgences to commit suicide. If they jump off the building and break their pelvis, we will have to perform surgery to stop the bleeding."

"..."

"It's true. I don't want to say too much. I just think that those who don't charge money are the orthodox ones. I stay away from anyone who asks for money. Yes, I stay away from them."

Chen Yong shrugged. He did not comment on Luo Hao's attitude.

"Those aunties are just idle people who have nothing to do after having enough food. How do you put it? They are socialist giant babies."

"..."

"Hahaha." Luo Hao didn't want to continue talking about this topic. It was meaningless.

"Luo Hao, why do I feel like you've changed?"

"Woman, you have successfully noticed my changes." Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong with contempt and joked.

"Really, you've never been this violent before."

Violence?

Shen Ziyi was stunned.

Is Luo Hao violent? I didn't notice.

"In the end, it all comes down to the fist. Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

"Here, look at you."

Luo Hao smiled and started looking for a restaurant.

"Director, let's eat hot pot."

"Okay, let's eat hotpot. You can choose any restaurant. I'm treating you today. I'll be angry if anyone snatches it from me." Shen Zizai said.

"Okay, don't worry, no one will snatch it away." Luo Hao smiled and put his arm around Shen Zizai's shoulders. "Director, I was so hungry outside. I didn't have a chance to eat when I was in the capital. I will definitely treat you to a big meal today."

Tsk tsk.

Chen Yong watched Luo Hao and Shen Zizai walk out enthusiastically, curled his lips, and showed disdain behind the mask.

"Brother Yong, has senior brother really changed?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously.

"That's how it feels, but if you ask me what has changed, I can't tell you. It's probably a man's intuition." Chen Yong said, "It's strange. Why does it feel like Luo Hao isn't as gentle as before?"

"I don't think Professor Luo has changed." Meng Liangren scratched his head.

"Stop scratching it, or you'll be bald, Lao Meng. When the time comes, you'll have grease on your hands. By the way, did you ask me to polish Erhei's head?"

"Alas, after 35, I get fatter every day, so it's okay to be a little bald." Meng Liangren lamented the passing of time, "Doctor Chen, you don't feel anything, that's because you are still young. I will be bald even if I don't scratch it."

Zhuang Yan touched her hair, feeling a little worried.

"After entering the department, I gained 1 kilograms." Zhuang Yan said worriedly.

"It's normal. This is called overwork obesity." Chen Yong's mask bulged. "Our department is relatively good. Other departments, such as those with a lot of emergency cases, will gain weight even if they don't eat."

"Why?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Because your body thinks you've been abused by a cripple, it needs to store a lot of fat to deal with the crisis. Moreover, you may think an emergency rescue is nothing, but your body will judge through the hormones it secretes that this may be your last meal, so it will frantically absorb nutrients and turn them into fat."

"!!!"

"Overwork and obesity? This must be a particular problem for you ordinary humans."

"Brother Yong, are you okay?" Zhuang Yan was a little envious.

"I never get involved in things that cause my adrenaline to surge and disturb my Taoist heart. My Taoism is about being content and at ease, and being quiet and inaction." Chen Yong said disdainfully.

Meng Liangren chuckled.

Chen Yong just said this, and he was never seen hiding away during each rescue operation.

It was probably because Chen Yong's physique was a little special, and he just couldn't gain weight. But due to overwork, his body judged that it was in danger and frantically stored nutrients...

Oh, what a vivid image.

We are used to seeing life and death on the clinical front line. We say we are used to it, but who can really get used to it?

With all the disorderly secretions of hormones, it is normal for the body to judge itself as being in a dangerous state.

Meng Liangren patted his belly, feeling a little regretful.

"Right, Lao Meng?" Chen Yong asked.

"I think so." Meng Liangren cleared his throat, as if he was giving a report to a leader.

To be honest, Zhuang Yan felt that when Meng Liangren got serious, he was more like the dean than her own grandfather.

"It's probably because I have less things to worry about after working with Professor Luo, so I feel relaxed and fat, and I won't lose the weight I've gained."

“!!!” Chen Yong was stunned.

Meng Liangren is so awesome, he can flatter Luo Hao from every angle?
And now that Luo Hao is not here, is he just bringing his own dry food to flatter him? Or is he brainwashing himself?
"It's true. A carefree heart makes the body fat. That's true." Meng Liangren said seriously. "I used to work in an infectious disease hospital. I didn't know how much money I was going to make. My future was uncertain. I said every day that I wasn't worried. But when I saw the hospital was about to close down, I would be in a hurry."

"At that time, I pulled my hair out in handfuls."

"Come to our First Hospital and work with Professor Luo. I just need to take care of the medical records, chat with patients and their families every day, and prevent problems before they happen. If something happens, call Professor Luo first and he will take the blame."

"There's really no pressure at all. It's normal to gain weight."

Meng Liangren said this with a smile, just like a leader praising the most capable ox or horse under his command.

Luo Hao is not here, and no one knows to whom Meng Liangren's emotional value is provided.

"Awesome, Lao Meng!" Chen Yong gave a thumbs up and praised.

"I'm just telling the truth. For example, I used to worry about promotion. If possible, who would want to be a thousand-year-old chief physician? But I really can't write a paper, so I couldn't be promoted."

“After coming here, I no longer read papers with Chinese characters in their titles, and I have been the first author of 6 SCI papers. Although you, Dr. Chen, think my impact factor is too low, it is enough for me to be promoted to associate professor.

Not only are there papers, but there is also scientific research to make up the numbers. Even though it is just to make up the numbers, I can’t even make up the numbers in the infectious disease hospital.”

Meng Liangren was very satisfied with the current situation and said happily, "In a few years, I, Old Meng, will be able to be hired as a professor and look like a decent person. My colleagues in the Infectious Disease Hospital will be extremely envious of me."

"Old Meng, do you consider this as contentment?"

"Being able to follow Professor Luo, my family's ancestral graves are filled with smoke. Why should I be unsatisfied? People should not be too greedy. This is already very good." Meng Liangren said seriously.

Chen Yong heard from others that Meng Liangren fainted when the news of Luo Hao's "death" came. He wanted to make a joke but swallowed the words back.

"Old Meng, don't have high blood lipids." Chen Yong smiled.

"Yeah, I'm afraid too. I have to stay healthy and work with Professor Luo for 30 years!"

"Thirty years? You should have retired a long time ago."

"Don't worry, I can delay my retirement before I retire. I will definitely take care of my body, work healthily for 30 years, and keep my medical records well." Meng Liangren said seriously.

Chen Yong looked at Meng Liangren with great interest. Sometimes Chen Yong was a little dazed and couldn't tell whether Meng Liangren was telling the truth or was just flattering him.

However, what Meng Liangren said is real, so let's just take it as he is telling the truth.

Maybe Meng Liangren is quite interesting in integrating flattery into his life.

"Write the medical record, Xiaozhuang. Professor Luo is back. You may be home late recently. Tell your father." Meng Liangren warned seriously.

"Well, don't worry, Teacher Meng." Zhuang Yan replied respectfully.

Meng Liangren smiled, full of expectations.

"Xiao Zhuang, Lao Meng has promised you such a big future, yet you still want to work overtime?" Chen Yong glanced at Zhuang Yan.

"That's not a promise. Don't you have to work hard? I'm here to save lives. I need to write the medical records carefully so that you, Brother Yong, can perform surgery with Brother Luo without any worries."

When Zhuang Yan said this, her eyes sparkled.

It's so easy to fool. Chen Yong said with a smile, "Be careful of uterine fibroids."

"???"

"Tumors only attack good people, don't you know that?"

"I don't know. Why?" Zhuang Yan asked puzzledly.

"If you restrain yourself and return to propriety, you are a good person. Restraining yourself and returning to propriety is benevolence." Chen Yong said, "In psychology, it is also called type C personality."

“Type C personality refers to a depressed personality with suppressed emotions, characterized by fear of competition, submissiveness, and a tendency to keep one’s anger to oneself and to sulk.

C stands for Compliance, the first letter of which means “duty”. It indicates that people with this character trait pursue perfection and fulfill their duties conscientiously.

"Diligence is also called cancer personality."

"I gave in, didn't conflict with others, arranged it..."

As he was speaking, Luo Hao walked in.

Although he didn't hear the entire content, Luo Hao knew what Chen Yong was talking about just by listening to a few words.

"Stop messing around." Luo Hao said seriously.

"Hey."

"I don't have a cancer personality. I'll write the medical records and perform the surgery well. If anyone bullies me, I'll beat him up!" Luo Hao said, "If you keep it in your heart, it will only hurt yourself. It has nothing to do with your work."

"What about you? Look at all the injuries on you." Chen Yong teased.

"I did it." Luo Hao answered seriously.

Chen Yong thought of the three Kaiyuan Tongbao coins he had thrown into the air and knew that what Luo Hao said was true.

"I like your character. You have a calm mind."

"It's still a little messy, I didn't do it thoroughly." Luo Hao replied, "I still don't feel comfortable. What should I do? I'll come back and work hard and do scientific research well. Sooner or later, I will get rid of this anger!"

Chen Yong was stunned.

Luo Hao spoke in a calm tone, but there was a flash of sword light in his words.

There was a chilling murderous aura hidden in it, ready to be unleashed.

Chen Yong could clearly sense that Luo Hao was holding a fifty-meter-long sword in his hand, ready to kill anyone who disturbed his mind.

It has changed, it has indeed changed, this time Chen Yong can be sure.

A fickle man.

(End of this chapter)