When doctors have a simulated operating room

The doctor said, "I know. I'm not blind." Zhang Yi glanced at the people opposite him.

Coincidentally, Wang Ziwei and the others also noticed Zhang Yi coming out of the elevator.

"Hey, you're from the emergency department?"

"Zhang Yi is a big internet celebrity, Mr. Zhang, are you coming to the cafeteria to eat?"

"Mr. Zhang has gained a lot of fans these days!"

Zhang Yi didn't have time to deal with them, but the doctors next to Wang Ziwei started talking to him jokingly.

Zhang Yi has been on the news again in recent days.

The Internet is full of articles about how loving Zhang Yi is, and how he even set up a charity fund for his patients.

The news media has given Zhang Yi a one-sided positive review.

You can say that they are envious or jealous.

Anyway, watching it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Being surpassed by someone with a lower education than me.

This may not be a big deal in other places, but it is really strange in Union Hospital.

Zhang Yi smiled and said:

"It's just so-so. I only have more than 40 million fans now."

Humph!

40 million is still so-so? ?

Are you pretending to be cool? ?

"Haha, Dr. Zhang, you are too modest. You have almost 80 million in your charity fund now! You are a great man, you are really a great man!"

Several people kept agreeing, and Zhang Yi glanced at them and ignored them.

He went straight to the cafeteria to prepare for dinner.

Just after finishing his meal and sitting down, Wang Ziwei passed by with a plate and deliberately reminded him:

"Ahem, Zhang Yi, how is your paper going? I'm about to submit it. The time for submission and grading is only two months away. You have to hurry up!"

Zhang Yi almost burst out laughing, looked up at Wang Ziwei and asked:

"Really? You're going to finish it so soon? Where did you find the information? Where did you see the examples?"

Wang Ziwei's mouth curled up, and he looked at the other colleagues in neurosurgery and smiled:

"Haha, I can't tell you this, anyway... just wait to lose~"

"Really? Haha, okay, no problem."

Zhang Yi smiled and made an 'ok' gesture.

Wang Ziwei pursed his lips, glanced at Zhang Yi, and walked away with the plate.

After he left, Mao Xiaoyuan asked in a low voice:

"Zhang Yi, how is your paper going now? Although Wang Ziwei is not the best in neurosurgery, the doctors who can enter neurosurgery in our hospital are not simple."

It seems that Mao Xiaoyuan is still very worried about Zhang Yi.

Everyone in neurosurgery is a top talent, and Wang Ziwei is actually not bad.

If...

If there are other people in neurosurgery who are willing to help Wang Ziwei with ideas, then Zhang Yi's chance of winning is not great at all.

"Hey, I can't help you anyway, because my level can only be published in ordinary medical journals in China, and SCI can only enter the third zone at most.

You asked me to help you think about the first zone, that's embarrassing for me."

Zhang Yi laughed:

"What are you thinking, I didn't ask you to help me write."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi said again:

"Don't worry, I finished my paper a long time ago."

"Ah?!"

After Mao Xiaoyuan shouted with a cry, people at other tables around cast surprised eyes.

Mao Xiaoyuan, what are you doing for so long!

Mao Xiaoyuan quickly shut up.

"What?! You've finished writing? Have you submitted it? Has it been reviewed?"

"No, I've been waiting for news these two days."

"Oh my god, you're so fast! What's the topic of your paper? Is it related to emergency medicine?"

Zhang Yi looked up at the people in the neurosurgery department and shook his head:

"No, I didn't write about emergency medicine."

Mao Xiaoyuan followed Zhang Yi's line of sight and then asked with a look of seeing a ghost, covering her mouth:

"Fuck! Don't tell me you wrote about neurosurgery?"

Zhang Yi turned his head to look at him and raised his eyebrows:

"You guessed right~"

"Oh my god..."

Mao Xiaoyuan was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

I stared at Zhang Yi eagerly for a long time...

Suddenly I felt...

"Zhang Yi, Chen Fang is not enough as your assistant, right? Can you add me as an assistant?"

...

In the afternoon, a notice was issued in the internal group of the hospital.

It said that Zhang Yi, as a doctor in the hospital, created

The charity fund has indeed helped many children with cleft lip and palate in poor areas to a great extent.

These patients can not only receive medical treatment at Union Hospital, but also at Tianhe People's Hospital.

Now, in addition to helping children with cleft lip and palate, Zhang Yi also needs to provide financial support to other children with special difficulties, rare diseases, and terminal illnesses.

This move is completely worthy of learning for all employees of Union Hospital.

As an ordinary doctor, Zhang Yi can do this, which is currently unattainable in their entire Union Hospital.

Therefore, Jin Zhenglun, as the dean of the hospital.

In order to support Zhang Yi's charity, and even to help one more child in need.

Dean Jin specially donated 100,000 yuan to support Zhang Yi!

As soon as the news came out, the entire hospital group was in an uproar.

No one in the group must have said much, and they all sent emoticons of likes and flowers to Dean Jin.

But privately, every department was chatting enthusiastically.

"Dean Jin actually donated 100,000 yuan? Oh my god, even the dean donated... should we donate too?"

"I don't know. Well, let's donate a little. After all, I think Zhang Yi did a good job.

And Zhang Yi donated 1 million yuan!! Didn't you see the Weibo he posted last night? He donated 1 million yuan himself!"

"What? 1 million yuan? When did it happen?"

"Just look it up online. Wow, Zhang Yi is so generous. But... is this guy's salary so high? How could he donate so much money?"

"No, no, let's wait and see if our director will donate. Dean Jin has donated 100,000 yuan, and the other vice deans will definitely feel embarrassed not to donate. Let's let the officials donate first, and then we will donate.

As for Zhang Yi donating 1 million... forget it, we are not saints, and we don't have that much money to donate."

"That's right, why should we, the small fish and shrimp, join in the fun? Let those vice deans and directors donate first, and then we will donate."

When posting the message in the group, Jin Zhenglun did not actually point out that everyone in the hospital should donate.

But he could obviously donate the money in a low-key manner, so why did he send a notice to the whole hospital in the group? ?

Isn't the meaning of that sentence to let everyone show some respect? ?

So whether it is an ordinary resident doctor or a department director or deputy director, they are all secretly thinking...

How much should they donate?

Dean Jin donated 100,000 yuan, and Zhang Yi donated 1 million!

So how much should the officials in the middle donate to show their gratitude without losing face?