While Dr. Chen in the emergency room was fascinated by the examination, people around him started chattering.
The director of general surgery patted the director of internal medicine on the shoulder and said, "Old Li, your son is doing well now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the director of internal medicine suddenly turned dark, and he snorted, "What do you mean by that? It's really hard to say. And, why do these words sound so unpleasant when they come out of your mouth?"
I know my son is like this now, but I can't let you feel so jealous. If you want to watch, then watch. If you don't like it, go away and don't disturb me."
The director of general surgery's face also changed, and he said to himself that he must not be angry, he must not be angry.
"Why should I be upset? I'm just relieved and feeling grateful. Before Director Xu came to our hospital, you argued with your son all the time, trying to get him to switch from internal medicine to surgery. Now that Director Xu is capable, your son has someone to teach him, and you don't have to worry about it anymore, so I'm happy for him."
The head of internal medicine rolled his eyes inwardly, full of disbelief. "You're the only one who's relieved? You're sighing? You're probably gloating."
"Director Xu's skills are truly remarkable. My son has been telling me about Director Xu's medical insights every time he comes home these past few weeks. Every time I hear him, I feel that each generation is truly better than the last. Director Xu is truly someone who has worked at the Capital Military Region Hospital for many years. His insights are truly far-sighted compared to those of us in smaller places."
I also understand why the dean and the political commissar must appoint Director Xu.
Even if there are ten or eight doctors, they are not as good as Director Xu.
To be honest, I'm incredibly grateful now. I'm grateful my son chose cardiothoracic surgery, grateful he insisted on studying surgery. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so lucky to be studying and working under Director Xu. I'm glad he didn't go to general surgery; otherwise, he'd probably be following you around all day. That would have ruined him. It seems his insistence was right.
No wonder people say we are old and it’s time to listen more to the opinions of young people.
By the way, is your son still working at the factory? Don't be angry, I tell you. He might actually have some wise ideas. If you go back and talk to him more, things will improve. Besides, being a worker has its perks. Workers, unlike us, don't have to stay alert every day. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, someone makes a mistake, and that could cost someone their life.
It seems your son is more insightful than you are."
The son of the director of internal medicine is Dr. Li from the cardiothoracic surgery department, who is currently performing surgery on the operating table.
The director of internal medicine looked at the expression of the director of general surgery and laughed in his heart: Humph, no matter what my son is doing, he is studying medicine, unlike your son who insists on being a worker in a furniture factory.
That's right, the son of the director of general surgery not only didn't follow in his father's footsteps, but even after graduating from high school, he gave up on the college entrance exam and went to work in the town's furniture factory. Everyone in the hospital knew about this, and they even laughed at the director of general surgery behind his back, saying he had given birth to a bastard and raised a jerk.
That's right, he's a real jerk. He didn't apply to a good university, but insisted on working in a furniture factory. If you say so, then so be it, a temporary worker at that. He's really not ashamed of himself.
Although Dr. Li had taken a completely different path from the director of internal medicine's plan, he at least got into university and studied medicine. Although the director of internal medicine was also very unhappy, he was relatively happy.
Whenever the director of internal medicine gets angry, he will compare his life in his mind with that of the director of general surgery. After this comparison, he really feels happy.
The doctors in the audience were talking to each other, and Xu Zhiyi also repaired the aortic wall and removed the damaged aortic segment.
Ever since Xu Zhiyi started the operation, the dean's hand has been holding the political commissar's arm, and the political commissar has not said a word.
After all, there were so many people around, and he couldn't just say to the dean, "Dean, take your claws off my arm," or "Dean, you're holding my hand," or even say in a tactful way, "Dean, does it hurt when you hold my hand like that?"
The political commissar looked down at his arm, which was being held by the dean. It was already lacking in blood flow and was numb from the pain.
The political commissar glanced at the dean, sighed, and said, "Just keep enduring it."
But gradually, as the political commissar watched Xu Zhiyi's operation on the operating table, he forgot that the dean was holding his arm.
Political Commissar: I didn’t lose my intuition because of the pain, I was really fascinated.
But at the moment when Xu Zhiyi finished the stitches, the political commissar once again felt the force coming from his arm.
The political commissar held back from crying out, but he couldn't bear it any longer. Just when he was about to tell the dean, he saw the dean's eyes filled with tears, and he looked at the figure on the operating table with joy, so he swallowed what he wanted to say.
Xu Zhiyi put down the hand that was stitching the blood vessel, and said something to the other doctors on the stage. He only looked up at the dean and nodded to him and the others. The dean couldn't help himself at this moment, and just stood there, saying, "Okay, okay."
Xu Zhiyi turned around and said to Dr. Zhang and the others, "Continue."
Xu Zhiyi once again asked the instrument nurse for sutures and clips to suture the incision and cover it with dressing.
The current dean was already so excited that he didn't know what to say. He kept repeating, "Okay, okay, it's done. It's finally done. Great, it's a success. We succeeded."
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