Chapter 1739： Spit wife

Today, 912 holds the National Annual Meeting of Vascular Surgery.

The venue is held in rotation, because there is no final conclusion in the hospital with the strongest vascular surgery in the country. Just like the martial arts conference, everyone takes turns to hold it, and no one can afford it.

Everyone is about the same level, like Director Mao Mao of 912 and Director Sun Chaosun of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Talents, encounters, and hard work are all similar, and the final achievements are similar.

The same is true of the Modu, and there is no such thing as a big bull character who dominates the academic world.

Yesterday's meeting began, and today I entered the tea party time.

Several and a dozen academic top-ranking big-level directors sat together, whispering, talking about the free days, telling some of the guesses that they dare not say before, to see who is more accurate in grasping the future science and technology. .

Talking and laughing, it’s fun.

There is no intrigue, just a simple academic argument, no interest, this is the best way.

At the time of the formal meeting, the 912 hospital as the host was given a speech by the dean, and everyone could not let go of their emotions.

Today, Vice President Yuan is not there, more casual.

I talked about the changes in vascular surgery over the past year and Imagine the new technologies that may be carried out in the next year.

The people walked almost, leaving only six or seven directors from all over the country to gather and chat.

"Director Mao, your level has not fallen in the past few years, but it has risen steadily. It is really a man of God." A provincial and provincial director of the province said that he did not lose the opportunity to let Mao hold his words.

If you change it a few days ago, Mao will definitely smile, and this is the default.

Maintaining a professional status and wanting to perform a high level of surgery in a professional leap year is impossible without paying a considerable price.

It is a must to do with pure heart and soul.

Smoking and drinking can not be touched, not completely banned, at least as little as possible.

Keep exercising and electronic products every day. As for the series, novels and the like, it has been a great damage to the eyes for a long time.

The emperor has an old saying, forty-eight, a flower.

The hair is already fifty-four, and the eyes are still not spent. It can be said that the maintenance is really good.

but,

This is the idea a few days ago.

Since he screamed that Zheng Boss went to save the station, he was sentenced by Zheng Boss. He no longer tried interventional surgery. After he opened the chest directly, Mao held some doubts about his technical level.

But this kind of self-denial is deeply buried in his heart. Once he starts to doubt himself, surgery does not have to be done.

Mao’s face was not regretted, but he smiled and said, “Daddy, the future world is your young people.”

The young people he said may not include the directors in front of him. When he said this, Mao had only one person to think of - the doctor in the intervention department, Zheng boss.

"Yes, old man. Director Mao, what do you usually do at home?" Director Sun Chaosun said with a smile, he could not see others unscrupulously arrogant, and casually opened the topic.

"Look at the nba, one day a day, and I’m afraid that my eyes can’t stand it.” Mao smiled.

"Oh? One day a day? Is this regular?"

"Well, I don't listen to the words, I don't read the news. I go online to find videos, go home from work every day, watch a game, pretend to watch live broadcasts." Mao said, haha, recalling the school at that time. At the time of the youthful sweat on the basketball court.

"Director Mao, do you see so many games, are you tired?" A foreign director asked.

"Not tired." Mao smiled. "Maybe because I am a simple-minded person, I can be happy when I sit at home watching a game."

"What about the blind? Look with you?" Sun Chao asked.

Mao is afraid, this question is a little bit worried.

In fact, he also had the idea of ​​adding a block to Mao. In the past few days, the bullets were embolized. The young burdock of 912 swept the Imperial Hospital Affiliated Hospital. Many old directors of the Affiliated Hospital were dissatisfied.

So that now I saw 912's old friend Mao Zhi, Director Sun Chaosun's eyes are green, like a hungry wolf.

If you can get the spot back, how good it should be.

However, Sun Chao knows that this is unlikely, and his level can be comparable to that of Mao. If you can't do the surgery, you can't do it yourself.

"No, she can't concentrate on one thing." Mao smiled and said that when his wife was swearing, he always felt a cool breeze behind his head. He looked back subconsciously and confirmed that he was not at home.

"They are like women, so they are not happy every day. Like a lizard, two eyes can see two different directions." Said, Mao held his hand and put a fist on the cheekbones.

Cute, slightly cute.

It’s just that, it hits the hearts of several old men present.

"They saw their beloved shoes with one eye and the young girl who came over with another eye. I thought that when I was young, I was thinner than you, and I looked good. Even if I was old, my temperament would be better than you." ""

Hahaha, everyone in the room laughed.

Very relaxed and very casual.

"A long time, I realized one thing, do you know what makes women feel happy?" Mao paused.

Everyone doesn't know how to answer this questionNothing! Mao said affirmatively, "Nothing can make them feel happy!" ”

"Later, I put my attention on the nba, go home every day, drink some red wine, a small cup, eat peanuts, 骂骂 referee, 骂骂 player, Ross, how about Durant, very happy of."

"The happy time of such a person is really the best time."

Mao has obviously been immersed in the atmosphere of watching the game in front of the TV every day, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

"Old Mao, if your wife knows that you can see that nba can get such a big happiness, do you want to participate in it?" Sun Chao laughed and took a knife at the right time.

They were classmates at the time. Mao’s wife was a flower of the high-level class. Finally, she was picked up by Mao. Now she still feels a pain in her heart.

"That is pure 嫉妒!" Mao is very relaxed, after all, his wife is not around, he does not care about Sun Chao's words, but it is purely releasing his emotions.

"She must be jealous of me. He can feel the real happiness and happiness in front of the TV. This makes her feel unbalanced, so she wants to mess up and ruin it!"

Mao whispered, and at this moment, he was aware of the inexplicable danger. Like a wife who is holding her own pan, she stands behind her.

The phone rang and was scared.

"Director Mao, neurosurgery, emergency consultation! Consider pulmonary embolism!"

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