After Ning Junyue walked outside the door, Zhang Kun carefully leaned over to the old man's daughter-in-law and whispered a few words.

"What Dr. Ning said is indeed right, lying down for a long time after surgery will indeed have a certain impact on gastrointestinal function. ”

"However, the irritation of Kaiseru is greater, and the old man has just undergone surgery, so it is not suitable for too much stimulation, so I personally do not recommend using it. ”

"However, you can give the old man some tomato juice, or vitamins B1 and B12, which can also promote gastrointestinal peristalsis, which should be good for the old man's bowel movements. ”

After whispering, Zhang Kun also looked at the door, sighed softly, and then looked at the old man and daughter-in-law with a wry smile on his face.

"The new doctor in the department is still a little unfamiliar with the patient, how forgiving you are!"

"Oh, I see!" The old man's daughter-in-law seemed to suddenly realize and nodded: "No wonder, well, we understand, but my old man's illness still asks Dr. Zhang to worry more." ”

"Well, don't worry, I'll pay attention!" Zhang Kun nodded: "Okay, I will accompany Doctor Ning to the next ward, and you will take good care of the elderly." ”

After speaking, Zhang Kun hurriedly ran out of the door and caught up with Ning Junyue.

If it was because of Director Tang's orders, he was asked to follow Ning Junyue all the time.

So now Zhang Kun is very conscious, and even takes the initiative to follow him.

There is no way, with the level shown by Doctor Ning just now, well, the theory is indeed enough, and there is no bowel movement, and it is indeed correct to use Kaiserol in general.

However, he didn't take into account whether the patient's body was stimulated after the operation.

If Ning Junyue's level was only like this, Zhang Kun didn't dare to let him examine other patients separately with confidence.

If you say something "advice" again, it will be the patient who suffers.

Therefore, Zhang Kun is really conscious now, and he can't follow him.

But fortunately, in the back wards, Dr. Ning Junyue still adhered to his duty, asked a few words, looked at the medical records and went over, which finally made Zhang Kun feel a little relieved.

Then Ning Junyue went around the entire neurosurgery, chatted with some resident nurses, asked about the patient's condition, and the day passed slowly like this.

Ye Nantian, who had been floating behind him, nodded reluctantly and smiled at Zhang Kun, who was still a little depressed.

"This Doctor Ning is good, I know how to see more and ask more questions when I first came, but I don't interfere indiscriminately, which is already very good. ”

"Well, although the actual level may need more exercise, but overall, it's okay!"

Zhang Kun nodded helplessly: "That's the only way, let's watch more this month." ”

......

The days passed like this, and it has been almost a week since Dr. Ning Junyue arrived, and every day he is familiar with the environment, work procedures, and more patient medical records.

Zhang Kun runs here and there every day, but in the end, Director Tang Guohua takes into account Zhang Kun's main task now.

Therefore, some of the surgeries previously arranged for Zhang Kun were temporarily exempted, and Zhang Kun's patients were also asked by Deputy Director Xie Zhitian to help take care of them more.

In addition, Zhang Kun himself also took advantage of Ning Junyue's lunch break to run more of his patients and ask about the degree of recovery.

In short, although he doesn't seem to be very busy every day, Zhang Kun really feels tired, more tired than doing several surgeries a day.

On this day, Director Tang Guohua and Xie Zhitian left in a hurry after explaining a few words to Zhang Kun and Ning Junyue at about ten o'clock.

Looking at the frowning appearance of the two directors when they left, Zhang Kun looked at Ye Nantian floating in the air with a little curiosity: "Director, what's wrong with them, it seems to be a little annoying?"

Ye Nantian chuckled: "Today is August 15th!"

"August 15?" Zhang Kun frowned slightly: "It has something to do with this? It's not a lunar calendar, it's a Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Ye Nantian smiled, and then sighed: "The fifteenth of every month is the day when my adoptive father came to the hospital for examination!"

"Your adoptive father ......!"

Zhang Kun blinked, and then looked at the two directors whose backs were gradually disappearing in the distance.

What kind of person is Ye Nantian's adoptive father, an examination will actually make the two directors and deputy directors of the neurosurgery department rush over.

Well, it seems that Ye Nantian is right, his adoptive father's identity is probably really special, otherwise he will definitely not be able to enjoy this treatment.

At this time, Ye Nantian's face gradually deepened: "However, no matter how much you check, you can't check it, I've done it so many times before." ”

"Whether it's cranial X-rays, CT tomography, or even MRI, there is no way to present the specific situation in the skull. ”

"They had no way of checking out what was going on, and they could only judge it based on my adoptive father's oral accounts of some of his daily physical condition. ”

"But how can this be accurate?"

"If you can't judge, you can't make a treatment plan, let alone surgery. ”

Ye Nantian in mid-air sighed, his face gloomy.

Looking at Ye Nantian's gloomy expression, Zhang Kun sighed secretly in his heart, the soul who was stranded in the world for his adoptive father's illness?

Human nature is inherently good, Zhang Kun has always believed in this.

Although I often see a lot of evil and negative news about human nature in the news on weekdays.

However, there are many kind people in this world.

At least family affection, Zhang Kun really believes that no matter how far the world has developed, family affection is an indelible feeling.

From Father Xu, to Zhao Lina, and Ye Nantian .......

For the sake of the son, for the sake of the mother, for the adoptive father.......

Zhang Kun sighed secretly in his heart, and then looked at Ye Nantian with a smile on his face: "Don't think about it so much, isn't it me here now." ”

"Since I promised you, then I will do my best to do it. ”

"Besides, we've reached the third step of your plan, now just wait for the results. ”

"Believe me, and believe in yourself, with your plan, your adoptive father's illness will definitely get better, aren't we working hard for this!"

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Ye Nantian's face in the air finally shook and he took a deep breath.

"Yes, we're already working on it, and we're definitely going to be able to. ”

Dad, hold on, just wait a little longer, my plan will definitely succeed! Your illness will definitely get better.

Yes, it will, I promised you before.

......

More than ten years ago, in the study at home, Ye Nantian, who was only twelve years old at the time, looked at his father who fell to the ground because of pain, his body curled up and trembling with tears in his eyes.

The father endured the pain in his head, trembled and stretched out his right hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Ye Nantian's eyes, and said with a forced smile: "Good, Ye Nantian, you are a boy, boys must be brave and not cry." ”

"Even in the face of countless hardships and difficulties, as a boy, you have to stand up to the sky, only shed blood, not tears....... ”

Regarding his father's words, Ye Nantian cried and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

Ye Nantian looked at his father who was trembling on the ground and enduring boundless pain, Ye Nantian hated, he hated himself, he hated that he couldn't do anything at such a time.

Ye Nan, who was only twelve years old, really felt the taste of heartache.

His hands were clenched, his finger bones turned white with force, and even two nails were pinched into the flesh, and bright red blood flowed from the palms of his hands.

Suddenly, Ye Nantian knelt in front of his father, and his tear-stained face became serious.

Ye Nantian grabbed his father's right hand with both hands, and said word by word in a firm voice: "Dad, I swear, I will be a doctor in the future, a neurologist." ”

"Since other doctors can't cure you, I'll come. ”

"No matter how difficult and difficult the future is, I will definitely work hard to move forward, and I will definitely cure your illness. ”

"We agreed that no matter what happens in the future, even if I die, after death, I will definitely come back!"