Chapter 82: The Past of the School of Medicine (Part II)
In the summer of their sophomore year, Feng Ming and others finally got rid of the shyness and inability to let go of their first year of college. One by one, they ran farther and farther along the road towards the livestock. Originally, it was just a barbecue party once a month in the war army. In the summer of their sophomore year, the four of them basically gathered near the War Army BBQ every night - there was no air conditioning in the dormitory, and there was a 16-degree air conditioner blowing in the War Army BBQ here. The cicadas chirp, accompanied by chilled Harbin beer and flower hair. The path of four sophomores medical students towards fatty liver is gone.
It was a summer night, and the night temperature in Ningyuan city reached 34 degrees Celsius. Even if there is a lake with a large area on the campus, Ningyuan Medical College has become a steamer. The willows wilted, and even the cicadas chirped.
Sun Lien and others are pouring beer bottle by bottle. While drinking, the four of them looked at the anatomy school by the light. The boss Zhanjun stood next to him and glanced at it twice, trembling at the picture of the skull above. He muttered a few words, turned back and went into the house, intending to see if his precious son was asleep.
The back kitchen of the barbecue stall was cleaned up by the war army into a small cubicle, and there were piles of unused cutlery in it. Near the window was a marching bed, on which the eight-year-old son of the warlord slept.
Sun Lien was carrying the composition of the middle cranial fossa on his back, when he suddenly heard a shout from the barbecue stall, "Son, son, wake up, don't scare me!"
There were only four people left in Sun Lien's dormitory on the entire barbecue stall. Everyone looked at each other, stood up together, and walked into the house.
As soon as I entered the room, a strong smell of gas came to my face. The four of them were startled, and after holding their breath together outside the door, they rushed into the house. moved out the war army that had fainted with his son Zhan Ping'an. Sun Lien held his breath and went in and out of the room several times, and only found the gas valve and closed it when his eyes were full of stars.
The soldier didn't actually inhale much gas, but he was too worried about his son's safety and accidentally inhaled some carbon monoxide. And Xiao Ping'an's situation is more tricky. His whole body twitched as if he were convulsed, his eyes were closed, his face was flushed, and his body was terrifyingly hot.
The four of them used the electric tricycles that the boss usually transports goods to carry the father and son to the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical College. Fortunately, it was delivered in time, and both of them were rescued.
The boss of the war army is a sincere person, and the barbecue stall will always set aside a table for the four of them, and the eight-year-old Xiao Ping'an has four more godfathers since then.
Listening to Feng Ming finish the story, Xu Yourong glanced at Hu Jia, who bowed his head and didn't speak. I counted the time. In the summer of my sophomore year, I was about to enter my junior year. It's been about two and a half years. Two years ago, Hu Jia had just finished his internship at the Affiliated Hospital of Ningyuan Medical College and officially joined the Fourth Central Hospital.
"Is it because of this?" she asked in a low voice, Sun Lien and Feng Ming were lowering their heads to open a beer, and she carefully controlled her volume. "He sent a patient to resuscitate?"
Hu Jia blushed and said in a mosquito-like voice, "Can you not say it?"
"Then I'll just ask. Hu Jia's shy look of bowing her head made Xu Yourong's eyes light up, and she smiled and said, "If you are shy, I will ask the person directly." ”
Hu Jia raised his head suddenly, "Don't, don't...... I said......" She secretly glanced at Sun Lien, and after making sure he wasn't looking this way, she whispered, "He rushed into the rescue room with the child in his arms, and he was vomited but didn't even frown." After putting people on the push bed, they know to avoid us, for fear of rubbing dirty things on us......"
Hu Jia's words were a little inexplicable, but Xu Yourong still understood.
"Visionary. She nodded approvingly, looking at Sun Lien, who was pouring beer into her stomach, "I just don't know when this solid wood will be able to open." You didn't think to say it directly?"
Hu Jia shook his head again and again, covering his somewhat hot face, "Where can I say this......
Although he said that he was not panicking, Feng Ming was indeed a little frightened today. From Qin Ya's admission to the hospital in the morning until the preoperative examination in the afternoon, his heart was hanging in the air. It wasn't until the doctors determined that Qin Ya had an indication for surgery, and at the same time, the transient ischemic attack was gradually relieved, and she no longer had spontaneous movements, that Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief. The beer poured into the stomach now was more like a reward to celebrate Qin Ya and his escape from the boundless hell.
After blowing a whole bottle of Harbin beer with Sun Lien, Feng Ming didn't care about his image, and hiccuped happily. Slap your belly, "It feels so good to be alive!"
Sun Lien also finished drinking the beer, "Alas, I'll go, it's really not good now." I actually felt a little dizzy after pouring a bottle, so I took it slowly. The edamame on the table was put into Sun Lien's mouth one by one. He chewed on edamame and asked with a smile, "Doctor Xu, you didn't go back directly after getting off work at noon?"
"I'm doing Chen Wen's case notes. Xu Yourong ran his fingers through his hair, stuck the strands of hair hanging down from the side of his face behind his ears, and then pinched a edamame, carefully peeled off the pod, and ate the green beans into his mouth. "I heard Professor Liu say that you are going to use this to publish a paper, and if you don't follow up the case, foreign journals may not accept submissions. ”
Domestic medical papers do receive some intentional or unintentional differential treatment in international scientific and technological journals. Scientific and technological papers in China always have more detailed case reports, better treatment evaluations and data. At the same time, the requirements for peer review and expert review are also more stringent.
Sun Lien smiled and nodded, "That's really bothering you." ”
"It doesn't matter if I'm in trouble. Xu Yourong said seriously, "It's just that I'm worried that with just you and me, the completion of this paper is still not high enough." ”
Sun Lien was stunned, "It's certain that my level is not enough, but Doctor Xu, you ......."
"I'm just a neurosurgeon. She sighed, "But Chen Wen's condition is more complicated, and it also involves infectious diseases, pediatrics, endocrinology, cardiology, and hematology. I'm not familiar with these things. ”
"It's so complicated?" Feng Ming, who was drinking, was taken aback, "Third child, you can specialize in treating incurable diseases, you?"
Sun Lien kicked Feng Ming angrily, "Speak well, less yin and yang." He turned his head to look at Xu Yourong and asked, "What should I do then?"
"I'm afraid it's not enough to just ask for advice. Xu Yourong frowned, "I plan to talk to Professor Liu tomorrow and transfer a few doctors from other departments." ”
Sun Lien waited for the words behind, but Xu Yourong stopped talking for a long time. After waiting for a while but not hearing the follow-up, Sun Lien said curiously, "And then?"
"Do you agree?" Xu Yourong also said strangely, "You are the leader of the treatment team, you have to nod first when you transfer personnel." ”
"Agree yes, yes yes. Sun Lien replied repeatedly, anyway, if you poach people from other departments, Director Liu will definitely not object. "But is it really okay to do that?"
"This paper, at the very least, should be published in New England. Xu Yourong is full of confidence, "It will definitely be beneficial for other doctors to have the opportunity to participate." ”