"Director Xu, Director Xu."

Xu Zhiyi looked up at the person who was approaching her and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Director Xu, I'm Dr. Zhao Wenbo from the Internal Medicine Department. We met yesterday morning when you reported to the hospital with the Political Commissar."

Xu Zhiyi thought about it, but couldn't figure out who he was, so he said, "Oh, then you go ahead and do your work. I'll leave first." Then he turned and left.

Zhao Wenbo stood there, watching Xu Zhiyi leave, cursing inwardly: "What's so arrogant? She's just a woman who only knows how to rely on men. If she didn't rely on men, how could she, a woman, be the director of cardiothoracic surgery?"

One day after that, when Zhao Wenbo really knew Xu Zhiyi's identity, he realized that the clown was actually himself.

She, Xu Zhiyi, doesn't need to rely on others.

Xu Zhiyi came to the department and just met Xiao Zhao after changing his clothes.

Xu Zhiyi asked, "Xiao Zhao, do you know Zhao Wenbo? He seems to be an internal medicine doctor."

"Zhao Wenbo, of course I know. He's a celebrity in the hospital. What does the director want to know about Zhao Wenbo?"

Xu Zhiyi was at a loss for words, so Xiao Zhao blurted out everything.

Xiao Zhao told everything he knew about Zhao Wenbo, including his family, career, life, etc.

Zhao Wenbo's parents were both alive. Their family had been farmers for three generations, and they only had one son. So his parents gave him all the good things first, and in a fit of rage, they even sent him to high school.

Zhao Wenbo was also promising and actually got into university. He went to university and studied medicine.

But the university was closed a few years ago, so Zhao Wenbo returned from school.

Just when everyone was waiting to see Zhao Wenbo make a fool of himself, who could have imagined that he had hooked up with the daughter of the army's political commissar early on, and eventually entered the military hospital and became an internist.

But Zhao Wenbo had only studied in school for one or two years. He knew nothing, a little bit about everything, and knew nothing, yet he wanted to learn everything.

Look, I've been in the hospital for several years, and it's still the same, without any improvement.

Xu Zhiyi was shocked. "The entry threshold of our hospital is so low? Even those who haven't graduated yet are accepted?"

"A few years ago, there was nothing we could do. There was a shortage of staff everywhere. Besides, the salaries in our military hospital weren't high, the medical technology wasn't up to par, and the location was remote. We were lucky to have someone come. Who cared whether they graduated or not?"

Xu Zhiyi nodded, that was indeed the case.

In today's environment, it is very difficult to be a guide.

"What happened after that? How did he end up with the political commissar's daughter?"

"We don't know about that. But I heard that they were together when they were in high school.

Furthermore, when Zhao Wenbo was in college, someone saw Wang Xiuying, the daughter of Political Commissar Wang Degui, sending him money. Whether this is true or not is unknown, so we just treat it as gossip.

I think the political commissar's family is also worried. After all, Zhao Wenbo has been with his daughter for more than a year, and Zhao Wenbo has never visited her once, let alone proposed marriage.

What people outside are saying is very convincing. I'm afraid that even if Political Commissar Wang's daughter doesn't want to marry Zhao Wenbo, she will have no choice but to marry him."

Xu Zhiyi remained silent. Is Zhao Wenbo a gigolo? Is Wang Xiuying mentally ill? Is Wang Xiuying in love?

Xiao Zhao looked at Xu Zhiyi in a daze and called out a few times, "Director? Director?"

Xu Zhiyi came back to his senses and said, "Let's go, let's go check on the ward."

This was Xu Zhiyi's first ward round since joining the company, so he took it very seriously.

But the surrounding areas are all rural areas, and rural people don't understand their own bodies. Generally speaking, they won't go to the hospital for treatment unless it is absolutely necessary. Because they don't want to spend money to go to the hospital, this has resulted in few people seeking treatment in the hospital and even fewer people in the wards.

Xu Zhiyi looked at the ten patients and asked in surprise, "That's all?"

Doctor Qian jokingly said, "Director, our hospital is not comparable to the big hospital you worked in before.

The patients here are all farmers. They are reluctant to pay back their money. They only come to the hospital to see a doctor or get medicine when they are really unable to bear it. They are afraid that the hospital will make a mistake and delay their work points for a day.

Xu Zhiyi tilted her head and glanced at Dr. Qian. Although he was right, why was she so unwilling to listen to him?

"Let's go."

But when Xu Zhiyi opened the medical record, she almost thought she was blind.

"Appendicitis? Why are there patients with appendicitis in our department? The general surgery ward is full?"

Doctor Zhao quickly explained, "Director, you're new here, so you might not know this. Although our surgery department is divided into different sections, generally speaking, there are very few patients coming to the hospital for cardiothoracic surgery. Furthermore, our cardiothoracic surgery department is the best surgery department in the hospital. Whenever someone needs surgery, they're sent to our department."

"Okay, let's go see the patient."

Xu Zhiyi looked at the wound and asked, "Who performed this surgery?"

Doctor Li raised his hand and said, "Director, I did this with the previous director. The previous director was the lead surgeon, the second assistant was from the general surgery department, and I was the third assistant."

Although Xu Zhiyi was puzzled, the patient was still there, so he just said a few simple words.

"Yes, the wound is healing well. It's time to remove the stitches."

"Okay, Director."

The second patient had pneumothorax, a condition in which air enters the pleural cavity, causing the lung tissue to collapse under pressure. It's also often called a collapsed lung. Pneumothorax can be categorized by cause: spontaneous, traumatic, and iatrogenic. It can also be classified by the presence of the pleural rupture into closed, open, and tension pneumothorax.

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