White armor

Chapter 451 God made her fall and swiped 100 yuan from her account
"You guys." Shen Zizai sighed.

That being said, the words just said were full of emotional value and sounded really comfortable.

"Director, do you have something to talk to Luo Hao about?"

"Nothing, I'm just asking."

ask?
Chen Yong's eyes turned and he thought of something, "I want to ask what kind of surrounding bamboo there is at the Ice and Snow Festival?"

"Hey." Shen Zizai was quite impressed with the people in Luo Hao's medical team. They were very smart and seemed to be cast in the same mold as Luo Hao.

"Don't worry, Luo Hao will definitely keep some of the new peripherals for you, and give some away. You see, he doesn't talk much, but he knows everything in his mind."

"The children's teachers have worked hard, and bamboo-related products are hard to buy. This gift is a token of my profound sentiment." Shen Zizai felt a little embarrassed and made a special explanation.

"How is your son doing lately?"

"He doesn't want to think about the professional team at all. After Luo Hao showed off, he realized that the world is so big and there are countless talented people. With Luo Hao's hand speed, he and his friends are completely defeated." Shen Zizai said, but his expression did not look happy.

As a father, it’s all the same.

Although Xiao Shen was hit on the head by Luo Hao and was completely stunned, and realized his ignorance and lack of respect for the world, Shen Zizai still felt in his heart that his own child was beaten.

This made it difficult for him to be happy and he felt a little conflicted.

"Then his friend contacted a sparring partner of a professional team and showed him Luo Hao's video, saying that his hand speed was average, at the level of a sparring partner of a professional team."

This time it was Chen Yong's turn to be unhappy.

You said Luo Hao's skill is average? He was just short of holding a cigarette and defeating the opponent with one hand, how can you call this average? !

Just as he was about to say something to Shen Zizai, a loud bang was heard.

Zhuang Yan's chair broke and she was writing medical records when she fell to the ground.

I am!

Shen Zizai was startled and ran over quickly.

Zhuang Yan didn't move, just lay on the ground.

"Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang, how are you?" Shen Zizai didn't dare to move. He squatted beside Zhuang Yan and asked anxiously.

Zhuang Yan stared at the ceiling without saying a word, as if she didn't hear Shen Zizai's question.

"Xiao Zhuang?!" Shen Zizai stretched out his hand, "Flashlight!"

He wanted to see Zhuang Yan's pupils reflecting light, to make sure she had a brain injury...

Shen Zizai's head started buzzing when he thought of Dean Zhuang Yongqiang's only daughter suffering a cerebral hemorrhage after falling in front of him.

"Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang!"

Shen Zizai shouted, stretching his right hand behind him. At the same time, he saw a line of tears silently flowing out of Zhuang Yan's eyes.

"Everyone bullies me, everyone bullies me." Zhuang Yan murmured.

"Hey, get up. If you don't, I'll send you to the neurosurgery department and shave your head first." Chen Yong squatted beside Zhuang Yan and said with a smile.

"I can't get up!" Zhuang Yan shook her head subconsciously, but unfortunately her high ponytail was pressed under her head and she couldn't move.

"Everyone bullies me! Even a chair bullies me."

Shen Zizai wanted to say something, but was pulled by Chen Yong's hand, and he was stunned.

"Then lie down for a while. Good times will come after bad times. Your recent Mercury retrograde is almost over. Did you fall? If you don't get up, I'll really send you to the neurosurgery department!" Chen Yong explained in a non-serious manner.

Zhuang Yan lay on the ground silently, and after a few seconds, she half rolled over.

"I'm sick!"

Chen Yong stopped Shen Zizai who was about to examine Zhuang Yan, and looked at Zhuang Yan rolling on the ground with a smile.

Hospitals are serious by nature, and doctors even more so.

Zhuang Yan has suffered a great psychological trauma recently. It is possible that bamboo can help her recover from the trauma, but it will definitely not lead to a complete recovery.

Now there is a good opportunity to vent. Let her roll around a few times. If it can help Zhuang Yan relax, that would be a good thing.

"Xiao Chen, are you really okay?" Shen Zizai asked cautiously.

"It's okay. I guess she's just about to get over the hurdle on the helicopter. She's a girl and she likes to be clean. There's nothing we can do about it." Chen Yong whispered to Shen Zizai.

Shen Zizai was relieved when he saw that there was no blood under Zhuang Yan's head, her movements were normal, and she had no opisthotonos or other neurological problems.

Although it looked abnormal that Zhuang Yan lay on the ground and refused to get up, considering what had happened in the past few days, Shen Zizai roughly understood what was going on.

A minute later, Zhuang Yan lay on the ground, "I'll give you a chance to apologize!"

"Who are you talking to?" Shen Zizai asked in a low voice.

"It must be God." Chen Yong sighed.

"..."

Zhuang Yan then sat up, made a face, and seemed to be in a much better mood.

"How do you want God to apologize?" Chen Yong squatted beside Zhuang Yan and asked with a smile.

When Meng Liangren saw that Zhuang Yan was fine, the tension on Fang Zheng's face relaxed.

"I'm going to buy a lottery ticket, I'm sure I'll win the jackpot! Didn't someone say a few days ago that he won 25 yuan playing scratch-off lottery?"

She is indeed a child, this is also OK. Do you really think that God will give her something? Hasn't Zhuang Yan heard that a hemp rope only breaks at the thinnest part?
Shen Zizai smiled secretly.

"Okay, Lao Meng and I will accompany you." Chen Yong said with a smile.

"Go, go, go, go, go." Zhuang Yan stood up, took off her white clothes and threw them next to the computer.

Meng Liangren was startled, but he also took off his white clothes.

He tried hard to avoid Shen Zizai's sight. After all, skipping work in front of the department director was not a serious matter.

"Director, let's go out and buy lottery tickets. We'll be back soon." Chen Yong explained to Shen Zizai naturally.

"Go ahead." Shen Zizai waved his hand and glanced at the chair. "What kind of crap is this that the logistics department purchased? I saw what brand of chairs Tencent uses. They cost 16,000 each."

"Oh, can we compare with Tencent?" Chen Yong said as he took off his white suit. "They have plenty of money. After getting the endorsement of Bamboo, they made the cosplay peripherals in one week. Erhei changed his skin immediately, and they sold out the new skin directly."

Shen Zizai only said this for Zhuang Yan to hear, and took this opportunity to cause trouble for those lousy people in the logistics bidding and procurement, and he didn't care about what Chen Yong said at all.

"I heard that the Xishan filming location for Black Myth: Wukong was contacted by Tencent, or it might have been a small company like Youke. Xishan doesn't care about them at all." Meng Liangren also tried to gossip, trying to distract Zhuang Yan's attention.

But the next second, Meng Liangren saw Zhuang Yan shaking her head, and the high ponytail that had not been seen for a few days reappeared, and he felt a little relieved.

"Go, go, go buy a lottery ticket, you will definitely win the jackpot."

Meng Liangren paid attention to Chen Yong's actions, and seeing that he did not behave in any unusual manner, he scratched his head.

The three of them went downstairs together.

There is a supermarket not far opposite the hospital. Before the epidemic, the supermarket hired a few young men to be responsible for delivery. Relying on such a large First Hospital of Medical University, life is quite comfortable.

However, due to the closure during the epidemic, the supermarket could no longer operate and became a lottery center.

In the past six months, the lottery seems to be unable to sustain itself and has been deserted.

In order to survive, this store even sells scratch cards.

The sales of scratch-off tickets are still very good, and there are some tricks involved.

The medical team members were not short of money, and they wanted to accompany Zhuang Yan to relax. Meng Liangren was even certain that Zhuang Yan would not win the prize, and he was a little worried.

Meng Liangren inadvertently moved a distance away from Zhuang Yan and leaned close to Chen Yong's ear.

"Stay away from me. It's annoying for a grown man to get so close to me." Chen Yong glared at Meng Liangren.

"..."

"What do you want to say?" Chen Yong did not lower his voice deliberately.

Zhuang Yan also heard it and looked back at Meng Liangren. Meng Liangren felt very embarrassed and helpless.

"Old Meng, what's wrong with you?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Well, I guess you're asking me to calculate whether you can win the prize. If not, I'll find a way to make you happy."

"..." Meng Liangren was silent.

"Then can I win the prize?" Zhuang Yan asked Chen Yong.

"You've had bad luck these past few days, so you definitely won't win the prize." Chen Yong said with a smile, "Not only did God make you fall, but he also took 100 yuan from your account."

"Hmph~~~"

Zhuang Yan clenched her fists, shook her high ponytail, and looked unconvinced.

When she arrived at the lottery shop, Zhuang Yan bought a scratch ticket for 50 yuan, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and seemed to be communicating with the gods.

"Xiao Chen, can you..." Meng Liangren pulled Chen Yong aside.

"Oh, can't you see that she is basically recovered? Old Meng, stop acting so daddy-like." Chen Yong patted Meng Liangren's shoulder vigorously.

"Is there any?"

"Yes, you are too nervous, relax. This is not the way to be a bootlicker."

Chen Yong had a very accurate judgment on such matters. He could tell what Meng Liangren was thinking just by a glance.

The two stood at the door and watched Zhuang Yan finish her prayers and start scratching the tickets.

"In Funiushan Mountain, I saw someone who went there with a scratch-off lottery ticket kneeling in front of the Three Pure Ones." Chen Yong began to gossip.

"How much is one? I think it's tens of thousands."

"I don't know. I just watch for fun. The winning rate of that thing has already been determined. It's useless to ask the Three Pure Ones for help."

Chen Yong suddenly thought of something, "Lao Meng, do you also buy lottery tickets?"

"Uh, how do you know?"

"I saw you occasionally stop working before 9:30 in the evening and pick up your phone. It should be for the prize." The more Chen Yong talked, the more he felt that this was true.

He didn't stay up late in the department at night, and he had only seen Lao Liu once or twice when he was on duty.

At that time, he didn't notice what Meng Liangren was doing. Now, standing in the lottery shop, Chen Yong figured it out. Meng Liangren should also buy lottery tickets.

Meng Liangren smiled and said, "I won't buy it."

"Meng, lying is not a good habit."

"I really don't buy it. Am I buying it online? I think it should be considered as buying it online."

"Cloud buy?"

The two chatted for a while, and Zhuang Yan had already scratched out a few prizes and was exchanging them for money.

It was obvious that she didn't want Chen Yong's words to come true, so after redeeming the prize, she bought a scratch ticket worth 20 yuan.

"I bought sports lottery and welfare lottery a long time ago, always hoping to get rich overnight. Later I realized that except betting on the men's football team to lose, nothing else would work."

"Then why don't you buy it?"

"I'm buying it now. I don't buy anything else except this. In the past six months, I have made tens of thousands of dollars from men's football."

"!!!" Chen Yong gave a thumbs up.

"As for the Welfare Lottery, it was intercepted by certain people. I definitely won't buy it after I figured it out. But I still had withdrawal symptoms when I first quit, so I always buy virtual lottery tickets using my birthday plus other numbers."

"Is it interesting?" Chen Yong asked with interest. "Interesting!" Meng Liangren laughed, "It's really interesting. If you spend money to buy lottery tickets, you just hope to win. If you don't win after the lottery, you will feel very disappointed. But it's different when you buy lottery tickets online. Before the lottery is drawn, you hope to win, but you also hope not to win.

That kind of tangled mind is particularly interesting.”

"When I found out I didn't win after the draw, I felt disappointed, but also a little lucky. I was torn before and after the draw, just like life."

“The overall emotional value provided is particularly sufficient.”

"Hahaha, Old Meng, you're awesome!" Chen Yong understood Meng Liangren's thoughts and continued to praise him.

Meng Liangren also felt that Chen Yong was changing little by little. When he first came, Chen Yong did not praise people so frequently.

"I buy lottery tickets online just for fun. People always have to have something to think about in life."

"That's true."

As they were talking, Zhuang Yan had already scratched two batches of scratch cards. The amount she had was getting less and less. Chen Yong didn't care, but Meng Liangren was always paying attention.

There was a little bit left at the end, so Zhuang Yan paid more and bought another 20 yuan one.

In the end, I didn't win a penny of the 20 yuan.

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It cost exactly 100 yuan.

Chen Yong's words came true, and what he just said became a reality.

Meng Liangren sighed in his heart. Doctor Chen did have a point. But he was also worried about Zhuang Yan, afraid that the girl would be unhappy.

"I'm done shaving!" Zhuang Yan said with a smile, turning her head, her high ponytail swinging back and forth, full of energy.

"Brother Yong, it was indeed 100 yuan that was scratched off."

"Hehe." Chen Yong looked at Zhuang Yan with a smile, "This matter is over. Congratulations."

"Congratulations." Zhuang Yan didn't seem to doubt Chen Yong's words. She said congratulations and shook her head.

Meng Liangren breathed a sigh of relief, wishing the matter would just pass like this.

"Let's go, let's go back to work!" Zhuang Yan has completely recovered.

"Not disappointed?" Chen Yong asked in a humble tone.

"If I win, I'll lose money. If I don't win, I'll pray to Buddha." Zhuang Yan laughed, "I'm fine."

That’s it.

Chen Yong looked at Zhuang Yan with new respect.

On the helicopter, he witnessed with his own eyes that Zhuang Yan vomited out all the food she had left overnight. He didn't expect that she could recover in just a few days. This girl has a strong self-healing ability.

Passing by the supermarket, Zhuang Yan picked up three bottles of drinks.

"Add some sugar and it will be fine soon."

"Hey, you got the wrong one."

"I like to drink Dayao. My dad said this is the taste of the soda he had when he was a child." Zhuang Yan was about to pay, but Chen Yong blocked the supermarket's QR code.

“This is a big cellar, not a kiln.”

"Huh?" Zhuang Yan widened her eyes and looked carefully at the name above.

The two words "镐" and "窑" are really similar, and if you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart at all.

Zhuang Yan was about to put the soda back in dissatisfaction, but Chen Yong laughed and kept the soda.

"It doesn't matter what you drink, just drink less, no problem."

"Too."

The three of them looked like primary school students who had just finished school, holding large bottles of soda in their hands, and the atmosphere of counterfeit and black technology was unavoidable.

Zhuang Yan seemed to be really well. She jumped up and down and drank up the big bottle of soda.

Back in the department, Zhuang Yan changed her clothes and said, "Meng, I'm going to see the patient with paraquat poisoning that my senior brother is treating."

Meng Liangren felt relieved.

These past few days, Zhuang Yan hadn’t mentioned any patients poisoned by paraquat, and she didn’t even dare to mention it herself.

Now that she said it herself, it's really okay.

Chen Yong and Meng Liangren did not follow, and Zhuang Yan went to the ICU by herself.

After changing clothes and going in, Zhuang Yan saw Luo Hao standing in the corridor answering the phone.

She tiptoed closer and suddenly saw her senior brother Luo Hao stretch out his hand and wave it, signaling her to stop making trouble.

This is boring. How did you know that, brother?

Zhuang Yan leaned over and listened to Luo Hao talking on the phone.

"Oh, OK, send it here. I'll take a look at the situation. If I can use a gastroscopy, I'll do it. If not, open the abdomen, that's fine. I can do it."

"Oh, by the way, bring that thing here as well and put it together with the bamboo. Let the bamboo teach it a lesson."

"Reason? Do you need a reason? Oh, the Ice and Snow Festival is about to start, let it promote it for Changnan as well."

Luo Hao said a few more words and hung up the phone.

"Senior Brother, is it the red-crowned crane?" Zhuang Yan roughly understood what Luo Hao was talking about.

"Well, this dog thing is not easy to deal with." Luo Hao sighed, "After installing the 3D printed lower beak, it went back to bully men and women, and became a tyrant. At first, it was afraid of the robot panda with the smell of bamboo, but after a while, the smell became weaker and weaker, and it was no longer afraid, and its behavior became more rampant."

"Hahaha."

"They chased the other red-crowned cranes... Alas, one of them ate something and got intestinal obstruction."

"!!!" Zhuang Yan's eyes widened. This was truly called bullying men and women.

"Brother, I remember you took precautions at that time."

"I still give it face." Luo Hao smiled, and the smile on his face was sunny and bright.

just.

Zhuang Yan always felt that there was some murderous intent in the smile of her senior brother, which made Zhuang Yan feel scared. After getting to know him for half a year, Zhuang Yan also understood her senior brother Luo Hao's thoughts to some extent. If he smiled brightly, he must be up to something bad.

"Are you okay?" Luo Hao didn't want to mention the troublesome red-crowned crane anymore, so he shifted the topic to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan told what happened today, "Brother, I'm fine now."

"Ah."

"Tell me about the treatment of paraquat poisoning."

"There is nothing much to learn. Paraquat is no longer produced in China. What patients are drinking now is expired paraquat. In another 10 years, this drug will completely disappear from the market. Paraquat poisoning will also become a historical term."

"Tell me about it, so I can brag about it when I'm old and teaching students." Zhuang Yan said to Luo Hao with a smile.

"There's not much to say, except for a few main points."

Although Luo Hao said that there was nothing much to say, he still counted on his fingers and told Zhuang Yan about the treatment of paraquat poisoning.

As he was talking, he came to the patient's bedside.

The patient has long lost the vigor and vitality he had when he first came to the hospital. Now he is lying on the bed dying. It is obvious that paraquat has taken effect.

"These are the basic principles. They were summarized by Senior Brother Che from Qilu, and I improved them a little bit." Luo Hao said, "The patient in front of me is in good condition."

Zhuang Yan looked at the patient who was undergoing blood filtration and had tubes inserted into his body, and expressed doubt about what her senior brother said.

"You used a large amount of paraquat to induce vomiting, so he absorbed less paraquat. Overall, it's still a mild case."

When Luo Hao mentioned inducing vomiting, he glanced at Zhuang Yan. He saw that Zhuang Yan was only focused on looking at the test results and was not paying attention to what he said. She also had no abnormal reaction to vomiting, so he felt relieved.

"Cyclophosphamide today."

“Aren’t there any serious side effects?”

"On a comprehensive basis, the degree of organ failure is relatively mild. In this case, it would be best to use cyclophosphamide to combat lung fibrosis." Luo Hao began to tell Zhuang Yan the values ​​on the test report.

The previous basic treatment principles were the most basic, and it was not difficult for Zhuang Yan to accept them.

But making relatively favorable choices based on test results and the patient's condition goes far beyond the scope of recent treatment principles and textbooks.

This option requires considerable clinical experience.

Zhuang Yan has solid basic skills, but what she lacks is clinical experience.

Luo Hao is willing to teach Zhuang Yan, and Zhuang Yan is also willing to learn.

One was teaching and the other was learning. Luo Hao also tested Zhuang Yan on some things after the next test report was returned.

It only took Zhuang Yan one night to get from being ignorant enough to being able to make her own judgment.

Luo Hao was very pleased about this.

Although paraquat poisoning will certainly be just a noun and a memory in the future, the methods of analyzing the patient's physical condition and prescribing the right medicine are the same.

This set of equipment can still be used when encountering emergencies or critical illnesses.

It is said that everything can change without departing from its roots.

……

"Why hasn't Xiaoyan come back yet?" Zhuang Yan's mother was very unhappy and looked down at Dean Zhuang. "Your hospital employs doctors, not slaves!"

Zhuang Yongqiang smiled and said nothing.

The fact that the talent market is a slave exchange has been frequently ridiculed recently.

But in today's talent market, there is no place like the slaves in terms of treatment.

As for other industries, Zhuang Yongqiang really doesn't look down on them. They just scream and yell when they encounter problems. Look at the doctors, they work hard without complaint.

Born to be cattle and horses, born to be slaves.

When I was young, I worked more than 5000 hours a year. I had experienced 996 and 007 25 years ago.

A piece of cake.

Otherwise, how could such low medical expenses raise the national life expectancy to a level higher than that of the United States?

Even with this, you still don’t get a good ending and are criticized by others.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Don't pretend you can't hear me." Zhuang Yan's mother yelled, "Since Xiaoyan came back, I can hardly see her! How can you be the dean?"

"Xiaoyan is learning how to treat paraquat poisoning." Zhuang Yongqiang said calmly, "Young doctors all have a process of growth."

"Growth? What else do you know besides making promises?"

"The pie in the sky is for others, but Xiaoyan has a big pie in front of her." Zhuang Yongqiang smiled reservedly, "What others have learned may not be put to good use. The retirement age has been delayed recently, so I guess I have to work until I am 65."

"Isn't it 63?"

"It will be delayed for another two or three years. Xiaoyan has grown up in 2 years. Otherwise, she can go to 3 with Professor Luo and fight for her own future. If Professor Luo is not successful, Xiaoyan can also have a good future in the First Hospital of Medical University."

Dean Zhuang smiled meaningfully and said, "Professor Luo can decide Xiaoyan's upper limit. And I am responsible for guaranteeing her the bottom line."

Upper limit or bottom line?
Zhuang Yan's mother was stunned for a moment.

"Don't worry, if that day ever comes, Xiaoyan will at least be the head of a department in the medical university. In the Northeast, there is very little concept of family. If it were in the South, it would be a disaster."

Zhuang Yongqiang spoke vaguely.

(End of this chapter)