(The following content, in fact, is the real beginning of this one, and I finally found it today, and I thought it was all deleted.) At first, the editor thought that this opening was too wordy, and it would be better to go directly into the topic, so I didn't put it.

The reason why I put it up today is to clarify the setting of a protagonist, the protagonist is not "Lao Yinbi" crossing, he was a small indicat who was not married before he crossed, so many readers are accusing the protagonist of having a detached personality, being unstable, and being a senior doctor in his previous life.

This is incorrect, before the rebirth of the protagonist I set, that is, a 30-year-old young man, a standard post-90s generation, who knew nothing about the things of the 80s and had never experienced it.

So don't always scold the protagonist for his low IQ, compare your heart to your heart, you have just traveled to a strange environment, a strange era, and you can immediately fit into it perfectly? Can you speak, think, and live like people of that era?

Don't say that you have crossed over, now let you go abroad, go to Africa, go to Japan and South Korea, go to Europe and the United States, and you will be able to integrate into the local mainstream society in no time?

No kidding, this has nothing to do with IQ at all, there is a process of adaptation, so the protagonist also needs to adapt, occasionally popping up some later generations of thinking, how normal is it?

The most important point, for the needs of the plot, there will definitely be artistic processing, don't always want the protagonist to be stubborn, low-key, the protagonist is really like this, how to write? It's as flat as boiled water, how many people want to see it?

It's entertainment, what else do you want to see about "education"? We are not from the mainstream cross talk circle.

The author is a science student, engaged in a medical clinical profession, and his literary level is definitely not enough, and his personality is a little paranoid, and he is not very good at pleasing people, and he makes a huge amount of money by catering to the market.

I just want to write, to pass the time of boredom, to make a little money, to eat and drink with friends.

I don't put too much pressure on myself, and I don't want others to put too much pressure on me, I refuse, I put it badly.

So, if you readers think it's good-looking, let's change it to a good-looking one, come and go freely, I won't cry and shout for subscriptions, and you don't always threaten to abandon the book at every turn, and it's even more ridiculous to report it.

Don't take it so seriously, it's a game...... ）

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The operating room of the First Hospital of Haidong Province is very quiet, except for the occasional ticking sound of the monitoring instruments and the slight clicking sound of the opening and closing of the surgical instruments.

Dr. Chen Lin, who was standing in the main surgical position, took the last important step of the operation, carefully checked the surgical field to make sure that there was no abnormality, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, looked up and said:

"Director Jiang, I have finished this choledochal jejunostomy, and I am about to close my abdomen, do you want to check it out?"

In the corner of the operating room, Jiang Xiangwen, deputy director of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, who was sitting on a stool resting, opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall of the operating room:

"Are you done? It took 90 minutes, Xiao Chen's skills have improved very quickly, I don't have to worry about your surgery, close your abdomen, alas, my old waist, I really can't stand this high-intensity surgery. ”

Chen Lin also said with a smile: "I still thank Director Jiang for giving me this opportunity to operate, if I change to another little doctor, I won't have a chance to go on stage." ”

Jiang Xiangwen stood up, twisted his body, and said with a smile:

"That is, you are a talent that our department focuses on cultivating, and I don't give them a chance to do this kind of tertiary surgery."

Chen Lin lowered his head and began to do the finishing work of the final operation, but in fact, he had been slandering in his heart:

Jiang peeled the skin, and the family's red envelope was accepted by himself, but the operation was done by him, a small doctor, this is not a clear attempt to deceive other people's families. The postoperative credit is all due to him, the deputy director, and the little doctor who is really in charge of the surgery doesn't even have to pay for the labor expenses of the operation.

Although he was not convinced, Chen Lin would definitely not show it, but would like to thank the senior doctor for giving him the opportunity to operate.

There's no way, who told him that this little chief has no status in the department and has no right to speak.

If you don't want to die, this year it will be his turn to be the "general hospital", on call in the hospital 24 hours a day, so that free labor is not needed, then he is not a senior doctor.

Chen Lin got off the operating table and was still washing his hands, when the mobile phone on duty rang again.

"Hey, Chen Lin? Hurry up, there is a car accident patient in the emergency department, with multi-tissue and multi-organ damage all over the body, and it is suspected that there is a ruptured liver, and you need to come to the hepatobiliary department for consultation, and it is estimated that he will have to go to the stage for surgery. ”

The caller was Zhang Yu, the young chief of the emergency department, who was also Chen Lin's classmate when he was an undergraduate, who did not study for a master's degree that year, and his diploma was not enough, so he was directly admitted to the emergency department, which was bitter and tired, and was often beaten.

"Okay, I know, you guys deal with it first, and I'll arrange for the doctor to come over."

"Hurry up, when someone dies, our emergency department will be restless again."

"Got it, Director Zhang."

The phone hung up, Chen Lin quickly opened the phone book, looking for a department doctor who might be free today.

As the "general inpatient", Chen Lin needs to coordinate and arrange the specific daily work of the entire department, so other departments in the hospital have consultation requirements, which are directly reported to him.

"Hey, Director Wang? There is an emergency consultation in the emergency department. What, you're in a meeting, oh good. ”

"Hey, Mr. Qian, there is a liver rupture in the emergency department to be consulted, right...... Are you flying knives in W City? Okay, I'll call someone else. ”

"Hey, Director Jiang, don't leave yet, there is a consultation in the emergency department, ah, you're going to medical school, okay, I know."

Chen Lin made a round of phone calls to the senior doctors, and one by one they either had something to do or had a meeting, and the rough old men of the surgeon didn't give him this little hospitalized face at all.

"A group of old hooligans, one by one to make extra money, I have to do everything."

Chen Lin put down the phone, quickly washed his hands, didn't even have time to change the short-sleeved surgical gown inside, and ran to the emergency building as fast as he could wearing a pair of slippers.

When turning a corner, the brakes failed, and he fell directly to the ground, didn't care about rubbing, stood up and continued to run, his life was at stake, and he had a little more hope when he arrived a minute early.

By the time he came out of the emergency operating room, it was already 2 p.m., he had missed lunch, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

There were still 5 major and minor surgeries to be performed, so Chen Lin could only quickly run to the 24-hour convenience store downstairs, buy a few bread and eat seaweeds and swallowed them in his stomach, choking so much that he almost rolled his eyes.

The little girl at the convenience store couldn't stand it anymore: "Dr. Chen, do you want a bottle of drink?" Look what you've done......"

"No, no, I have to go to the toilet after drinking, and I have a lot of surgeries in the afternoon."

"Wow, Dr. Chen, you are amazing, so many surgeries, your salary must be very high, right? Unlike us, it's only 3,000 a month, and we have to work night shifts. ”

Chen Lin was just about to take out his mobile phone to pay, when he saw the salary text message from the bank, he fell into deep thought

The text message reads: "Industrial and Commercial Bank of China: Your 7489 account has a salary income of 6,384 yuan at 13:15 on the 24th, and the available balance is ......"

He only has self-comfort, nothing is fine, and when he becomes a great doctor in the future, there will be bread and milk.

What salary, bonus, lecture fee, knife fee, subject subsidy, as well as red envelopes, drug buckles, equipment rebates, beautiful and empathetic pharmaceutical generation small MM......

If you don't take tens or millions a year, you're embarrassed to say that you are a provincial hospital.

10 p.m.

The patient was pushed out of the operating room, and Chen Lin, who was tired for a day, sat on the ground, unscrewed the glucose solution and poured a few bags, and then took out his mobile phone to take a look.

Last time, it was densely packed with missed calls and text message reminders from major senior doctors, which made him feel like vomiting blood.

At this time, the little nurse in the operating room came in to clean up, saw Chen Lin sitting on the ground, and quipped:

"Dr. Chen, aren't you leaving? Do you love your job so much and want to make the operating room your home? ”

When Chen Lin heard this, he suddenly lay on the ground backwards, with his hands behind his head.

"Love a fart, if it weren't for the five buckets of rice to bend my waist, I wouldn't want to stay in the operating room every day, you see I'm tired all day, please help me get a clean sheet, I'll lie down for a while."

The little nurse was also very polite: "Cheng, then you wait for me." ”

Chen Lin was the only one left in the operating room, he closed his eyes, thinking that if he could cross over, he would definitely go back to the Ming Dynasty to be a prince who bullied men and women, and never wanted to be a doctor again.

Unconsciously, Chen Lin fell asleep, and the phone rang again and again.

When the little nurse came in, she found Chen Lin lying motionless on the ground, not even answering the phone, and she still felt very sympathetic to the poor operating dog, so she walked over and pushed him a few times:

"Dr. Chen, Dr. Chen woke up, a call came. Dr. Chan??? Dr. Chan!

！ ”

At this time, Chen Lin felt as if he had been sucked away by a huge suction, and he had an obvious sense of weightlessness, although he heard the little nurse's shout, he couldn't answer.

In the end, it was difficult to breathe, and I lost consciousness all of a sudden.