"Shu Lang, how is the progress of the practice room recently?" Shu Lang lives in a community with Fang Ziye, and he is on duty today, and Fang Ziye, who is temporarily free, chats with him in the doctor's office.

Shu Lang smiled shyly when he heard this, his face was slightly miserable, and his tone was full of emotion: "Senior brother, I am a little ashamed of your and Senior Sister Luo's guidance......"

When Fang Ziye heard this, he said: "The results of the re-examination have not been completely announced, and it is estimated that the graduate school is still reviewing them, so what the results will be, in fact, is still unknown." ”

"I heard from my master that your grades are not bad."

Shu Lang is now in the third year of his master's degree, Fang Ziye vaguely remembers that Shu Lang's suturing talent is quite good, when he first started his second year of graduate school, he was already ahead of Fang Ziye at that time, but Fang Ziye later caught up and left far behind!

On the whole, the current comprehensive operation level of Shu Lang is stronger than that of Li Yuanpei last year and only inferior to Xiong Jinhuan.

It's just that Shu Lang's master's enrollment has expanded, resulting in a very tight ratio of students to places in this hospital and the Department of Trauma Surgery, and people from other hospitals have also come to share the soup, so the pressure is very, very great.

Because there are too many monks and little porridge, the new director Han Yuanxiao did not dare to leak the secret in advance.

"Hopefully, no matter what the result is, later this month, I still have to try the assessment of Qilu and the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhengda University, and choose one more path." Shu Lang said while drinking the coffee invited by Fang Ziye.

Looking at Fang Ziye's gaze, he was not only envious but also envious.

Shu Lang vaguely remembers that a year and a half ago, his senior brothers said that the level and performance of Viagra's student Fang Ziye were average, and it was estimated that he would be able to study for a doctorate in the end.

But who knows, Fang Ziye immediately turned his face at the speed of light when he was in his third year of research, the articles in the first district, the practice room was broken, he took a special quota to study for a doctorate, and was appreciated by the old professor to go to the prefecture-level city hospital to mix qualifications.

It's only been a year and a half, and now they have all graduated and stayed in the hospital, and their "hospitalization" careers are already underway.

Looking back on the past three years of contact with Fang Ziye, Shu Lang can only sigh that he can't just look at the surface.

"Well, try more, hand over all the beds you are in charge of, and if you can't hand it over, you can tell me, and my senior brother will help you hand it over." Fang Ziye generously agreed.

In the stage of running for the future, no one embarrass him, so when the juniors and disciples are running for the future, Fang Ziye will also insist on helping if he can.

Gong Ziming followed Xie Jinyuan to the emergency department, and the current third year of the master's degree is Shu Lang, before Fang Ziye was abroad, he failed to give some advice, and now there is only some finishing work left.

It's also embarrassing, but everyone has their own things to be busy with, and before they fully grow up, they are all sentient beings.

"Well, if there is something to help, I will ask the senior brothers to help. I got an offer for a job in Yishi, and after I came back from the interview, I learned that Mr. Su from the trauma surgery there was my direct brother...... "Shu Lang was obviously taken care of.

"Yes, Su..."Fang Ziye was about to say the words about Senior Brother Su Xiao, when a family member in the office was guided in by the little nurse on duty at the nurses' station.

"This is Doctor Fang from our department, are you looking for him?" The little nurse asked a little nervously, and it looked like an intern.

Fang Ziye is not very old, and there is no other doctor Fang in the department, but the family is here to deliver the pennant, and it is not hospitalized in the department, so she is not sure whether the other party is looking for the wrong person.

There are a man and a woman, the women are holding red gold-rimmed pennants, and the middle-aged people are carrying fruit baskets in their left and right hands, and they are very exquisitely dressed and dressed.

"It's Doctor Fang Ziye, there shouldn't be a second Doctor Fang in your department." The woman asked.

"Who are you?" Fang Ziye squinted his eyes slightly and walked out, trying to remember whose family member this was, but he really didn't think about it.

The man hurriedly came in and put the fruit basket on a desk first, and turned his face with a smile on his face: "Doctor Fang, we are Wang Mo's family, it was Doctor Fang, you made an emergency attack in the emergency department last night and snatched his life." ”

"The doctors in the vascular surgery department all said that it was fortunate that you acted in time; If you didn't make a move at the time to avoid getting in trouble, it would be more than lucky. This is a great life-saving grace, and it is difficult to reciprocate, so I sent some very simple mundane things, I hope you will like it......"

Fang Ziye's eyes tightened when he heard this, he was very experienced in collecting pennants and fruit baskets in Enshi, and quickly rushed to the desk to look at the fruit basket, and sure enough, there was an envelope in the mezzanine.

Turning his head, he saw that the other party was not very old, and said almost without hesitation: "This old brother, if you bring a fruit basket and a pennant, I will be very happy, but I don't like it if you put something in it." ”

"Take it back, I'll be gone."

"Doctor Fang, this is a little careful, and this is a life-saving ......" The man had to defend something.

Fang Ziye said: "This patient's family, we can't think like this, many emergency departments come to the hospital to save their lives, this is an attribute, there is no need to say anything about life-saving grace and other kidnapping yourself." ”

"The patients are all well, and it makes us happy to be able to smile and say thank you."

"Don't want this thing, there is a bomb in it, if you defuse the bomb, I can still have some fruit to eat, if you don't dismantle it, you can take it back and eat it."

Speaking of which, Fang Ziye has not been explained before, because Fang Ziye was a student at that time, and there were few opportunities for students to operate on the operating table, and the distance from the treatment and saving people was too far, and it was not related to gifts and pennants.

So few people told him these truths.

Of course, at this moment, Fang Ziye was very happy that he had taken a very big step forward and had begun to contact some things.

The man really took the three envelopes inside, the thickness is not thin, it is estimated that there are five or six thousand, and it seems that the family is quite expensive.

After this, Fang Ziye thanked him and said, "It's really a waste of money, in fact, there is no need to be so troublesome." ”

I still put away the pennant and the fruit basket.

The hospital expressly prohibits, refuses to lure, and mainly asks patients to give gifts and pennants and other things, but in fact, if the patient spontaneously wants to send something small, and accept it and put it in the department to eat together, it will not be too nitpicky.

After a while, Fang Ziye saw this pennant that belonged to him in Zhongnan Hospital.

It's not expensive, and the mounting is also cheesy, but he still has a special meaning.

After asking yesterday that the patient had woken up today, but he was still in the ICU and had not come out, but after they had already gone in to visit, Fang Ziye sent the two away.

"Thank you, because of my professional nature, I won't say anything goodbye to you."

"If there is a fate, see you on another occasion." Fang Ziye said.

"Eh, well, well, Dr. Fang, you are a cultural person, and your words are good, next time you come to the Qing District, if you have something to entertain, it seems that I don't have your phone number, you see this ......"

Fang Ziye had already waved goodbye to the other party.

Private calls, generally refusal to deliver. And at this time, the old-fashioned phone of the general hospital rang again......

(End of chapter)