"Mission completion, reward 2400 points."

Unexpectedly, thousands of points would be credited so quickly, Yang Ping's heart was full of confidence, and it seemed that he could accumulate the first pot of gold by replanting his fingers. I thought there was no chance to do finger replantation, but now it doesn't seem to be the case, so the plan in my heart became clear.

Yang Ping entered the system space, went to the mall to buy a few basic technologies, struck while the iron was hot, and completed the training.

In this way, there are not many points left, and there are only 1,000 points left, which seems to be stretched.

Song Zimo, Zhang Lin and the anesthesiologist and nurse sent the patient back to the ward together, and the others dispersed, all of them with endless aftertastes.

In the locker room, Director Han and Yang Ping sat on a bench in hand clothes, resting on the back of the chair. Director Han took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Ping: "Do you smoke?" ”

Yang Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank you, director, I don't smoke, and I can't drink too much, if it was a few decades earlier, I would definitely not be able to pass the first level of the interview, and Tieqiu can grit his teeth and try it, this wine is really a mess." ’

Director Han laughed: "It's a pity, there is one less doctor in the team who can drink, and there is also one doctor in China's hundreds of millions of alcoholics, a double loss!" ”

Director Han put the cigarette on his nose and smelled it, put it away, he didn't smoke it anymore, probably afraid that Yang Ping would inhale his second-hand smoke, and leaned back in the chair: "There are not many broken fingers and replantations in the People's Hospital, I'm very strange, how did you practice microsurgery?"

"Director, I don't know why, under the microscope, I feel very comfortable operating, just like I usually do surgery under direct vision." Yang Ping's face was a little hot.

"You have time to train everyone, and raise everyone's level, a single flower is not spring, a hundred flowers bloom is spring." Director Han said meaningfully.

Yang Ping nodded: "Understood, director, I will actively communicate with you and make progress with you." ”

Director Han gave a thumbs up excitedly and said, "Have a mind!" ”

"Oh, if you have any difficulties and requirements in your work, you can always tell me if you have any ideas, and you can say whether you are mature or not. In private, you can call me Lao Han, Tian Yuan, Song Zimo, they all call me that, so feel free. Sanbo's platform is huge, and you can freely display your talents. Director Han closed his eyes, a little tired.

The two had a surgical meal. Yang Ping hurried back to rest.

To go home, you have to cross the overpass, the overpass is very wide, very lively, all the way on both sides, all of them are stalls.

Fortune tellers, trinket sellers, mobile phone films, and antiques, the whole small flea market.

"Expert? Do you want? "A bald head, chewing gum, secretly pulling Yangping.

Maybe the number of walks on this flyover is not enough, and the bald head doesn't know that Yang Ping is also a doctor. Yang Ping's eyelids drooped, and his bald head took out a computer ticket from his pocket: "Sanbo's, the Affiliated Hospital of Nandu Medical University, the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the People's Hospital, and the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, all of them, this, Chinese medicine, you go to the hospital to register, don't wait for three months, I will eat Xiang upside down ---"

Yang Ping bowed his hand and shook his head: "Brother Tai, you have a big bald head, and you have such a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, who would dare to buy your ticket?" ”

The bald head was foggy, touching the bald head, and seemed to have an understanding.

Uncle with a beard, sitting on the ground, with antique rags spread on the ground, a few piles of Chinese herbal medicines, a canvas vertical, with a few big characters written on it, traditional - "Eighteen generations of ancestors, medicine will be eliminated when the disease is sick"

"This is amazing!" Yang Ping squatted down.

"What can I see?" This uncle, a thirty-year-old guy, just has a beard.

The uncle whispered: "From impotence, premature ejaculation, small freckles on the chest, nail fungus, to hepatitis B tumor, traditional Chinese medicine, no side effects, three doses do not work, automatic refund." ”

Automatic refund, you set up a stall here, how to automatically refund?

To put it quickly, it's a manual refund.

Don't worry, I sit here every day, as long as everyone in this area knows my name, three generations of imperial doctors, and eighteen generations of scholars. You see, this hospital is big, it's a cow, and many patients who can't be cured come to me. If you don't have any skills, you have already been blown away.

The master is in the folk.

Any one of these achievements can blow up the Nobel Prize.

Or another guy is honest, silent, a dollar a piece, mobile phone film, Yang Ping squatted for a while, there are no less than ten.

Dangdang, the sound of banging gongs, Yang Ping walked over.

A disabled buddy, with his legs and knees broken, his hands on the ground, walked a few steps, sat down, knocked on the copper bowl, and a lot of money was stuffed in the bowl, one piece, ten yuan, and a hundred yuan.

The red paper in front of it, with the brush words, writes the miserable life experience: a work injury and falling from the building, the foreman running away, the parents being hospitalized, the wife eloping with someone, and the daughter having no money to go to college.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is not easy for people, and it is exposed to the wind and sun. Yang Ping took out a handful of change and pulled out a ten-yuan one. Throw into a copper bowl.

The eldest brother kowtowed, stared at the red ticket in Yang Ping's hand, his eyes lit up, and continued to kowtow.

"Don't knock, your broken leg is loose." Yang Ping pointed to his brother's fake.

Nima, is it exposed?

Yang Ping took out another ten-piece and threw it in, but he didn't say anything. It's not easy.

"Antiques, from the Qing Dynasty, only a thousand." The old pedant said with his glasses.

"Tang Sancai, is there one? Large amounts. Yang Ping touched a piece of porcelain.

The old pedant was stunned, hesitated, and shook his head: "No!" ”

The phone in his pocket vibrate, and Song Zimo's: "Doctor Yang, have you eaten?"

"Just ate it."

"Can I come to the lab?" Song Zimo was a little embarrassed.

The orthopedic laboratory, called the laboratory, is actually in a large room for operational training.

There are training microscopes, arthroscopes, and other equipment for training young doctors. These training equipment consumables are expensive. The average hospital simply can't afford it. Only the top Daniu hospitals in China will consider this aspect.

Usually meet and nod and say hello, that's a rare thing, take the initiative to call today, what is the matter?

Yang Ping returned to the department, and there was a large room at the end of the corridor, which was the laboratory.

The door was not closed, it was hidden, revealing a little light, and Yang Ping gently pushed the door in.

A person, sitting in front of the microscope for training, is Song Zimo.

The diligent rich second generation is exactly that sentence - richer than you, and harder than you.

Hearing someone come in, Song Zimo turned around: "Come on, come on, senior brother, my speed is very fast and steady when I practice, why am I always too strong in surgery today, and my speed can't be fast." ”

Brother? Under the deputy director and chief physician, Song Zimoco's position is that of a senior brother, and no one can shake it.

It's a bit flattering to call yourself senior brother now.

"What's the situation, you still haven't rested? Messing around here?" He gave way to his position. Yang Ping sat down and put his eyes close to the eyepiece.

In the field of view, on the fixed plate, 0.05 mm of simulated blood vessels, has been kissed, very standard.

Song Zimo is indeed a genius.

These simulated blood vessels are consumables for microsurgical training, and the price is expensive, and the consumption is relatively large, and only hospitals like Sanbo that are willing to invest money can build such a laboratory.

The famous hospitals for hand surgery, Jishuitan Hospital, 401 Hospital, and 89 Hospital, all have their own laboratories and raise a lot of rabbits and mice.

Catching rabbit ears and rat tails is more realistic, but inefficient. This kind of artificial blood vessel, you can take a few if you want, and there are various diameter specifications, as long as the hospital is willing to pay, you can practice as long as you want.

Now Song Zimo is practicing 0.05 mm blood vessels, and the diameter of the newborn baby's finger blood vessels is probably so thick, like the baby finger that Yang Ping received today, the blood vessels are thinner than this.

"During today's operation, I always can't get up fast, I have to be very slow, very slow, a little faster, my hand will be unstable, and my movements will be easy to be big, how to solve this?" Song Zimo scratched his neck, a little distressed.

Actually, he's good enough. A 0.05 mm blood vessel is so standard.

However, it was Yang Ping who met him.

What's the solution?