This country is quite rich in resources.
The scout's sharp eyes were blinded!
Ji Nanfeng's eyes darkened as he blocked Ruan Tang's hand from taking off her underwear.
"What are you taking it off for?"
"It's a nice dress."
Ruan Tang snorted coldly, "What do you know? I'm doing this for my health, not for good..."
The word "look" was blocked by Ji Nanfeng's lips...
Because the guesthouse is inconvenient, you have to go to the end of the corridor to get water.
If it happens in the middle of the night, you have to fetch water. If someone happens to get up to go to the toilet, then the next day not only your own hospital will know about it, but other hospitals will also likely know about it.
So, after half a month, the two of them slept in separate beds.
This time, I was so attracted by the beautiful scenery that I couldn’t help myself.
Ji Nanfeng secretly opened the door to fetch water, and just as he went out, he met President Liu who was coming back from fetching water.
The two met at the end of the corridor.
Their eyes met.
Their eyes fell on each other's basins.
"Have you never seen it?"
"Pretend you've never seen it."
The two of them fetched some water and went back to the room together.
The news that Qi bought ten condoms for Ji Nanfeng spread throughout the hospital. Ruan Tang heard that Ji Nanfeng had returned and asked, "Did you see him?"
"without."
Anyway, his eyes were blinded by the shock of Jiangshan and have not recovered yet.
Ruan Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief. After cleaning, she fed the cub.
After a while, the mother and son fell into a deep sleep.
After dawn, the two-day rest period is over and it is time to devote ourselves to study again.
In the second half of this month, I will mainly be taught by teachers and go to the outpatient clinic or operating room.
Because there are so many people in this group, we rotate them every day. Everyone is very selfless and shares their notes with each other.
After half a month, Gong Huamao has completely realized that what Ruan Tang said at the beginning, "I learned a little bit from my father," was bullshit.
A little bit, maybe billions of bits.
Because Gong Huamao was a clinician at Shanghai Xieyi Hospital, he could only use Shanghai Yi Hospital for surgery and outpatient treatment.
Half a month ago, the Shanghai Morning Post posted the news that the famous doctor Gong Huamao would be seeing patients at the Shanghai Morning Post for half a month.
As a teacher, Gong Huamao had two patients who urgently needed surgery.
The patient was transferred from a hospital in Beijing and was examined at Shanghai No. 1 Hospital.
The examination results are out, and after communicating with the family, the surgical plan has been determined.
Gong Huamao selected eight people according to the order on the list to follow him into the operating room to watch.
There are few neurosurgeons, and if they are grouped into eight people, each person can get two or three turns.
Ruan Tang estimated that she should be in the last group when she heard Gong Huamao calling her name.
"Ruan Tang, you will be my deputy."
"ah--"
Ruan Tang didn't expect Gong Huamao to choose her as his deputy.
"Not willing?"
Ruan Tang hurriedly shook her head, "It's an honor to be Mr. Gong's assistant!"
Only then was Gong Huamao satisfied.
Ever since I heard from Ruan Tang last time that Ruan Congqian kept the photos he submitted for the newspaper, I have admired him very much.
After he returned home, he sent Ruan Congqian a lot of Shanghai specialties. When he heard that Ruan Congqian's legs and feet were frozen when he was working in the cowshed, he specially bought some warm clothes and sent them to him.
Mr. Ruan received it and confirmed again and again whether the sender Gong Huamao was the Gong Huamao he knew?
Finally, when he opened the package and saw the photo of Gong Huamao fall out, he was sure that it was the Gong Huamao he knew.
Mr. Ruan thought about it day and night but could not figure out why Gong Huamao sent him things and photos.
In the end, Ruan's mother couldn't stand it anymore and asked Ruan's father to call and ask about it.
After Ruan's father asked around, he hung up the phone and left the hotel.
Father Ruan was a soft-hearted person and greeted Gong Huamao stumblingly.
Gong Huamao heard that Ruan's father could not speak clearly and thought that he was shy when he saw his "idol".
Gong Huamao was generous enough not to expose the truth, and only said that if Ruan Tangru continued to study neurosurgery with him, even if her foundation was not good, as long as she had a serious attitude, he would definitely teach her well.
Upon hearing this, Ruan's father was furious and cursed Gong Huamao for being so inhumane that he actually snatched someone away from learning. What else could he not have the basics for? Ruan Tang had been his assistant during the old commander Wei's surgery...
After hearing what Mr. Ruan said, Gong Huamao was skeptical.
When he went to class the next day, he specifically asked Ruan Tang to discuss the case. Ruan Tang talked eloquently and had novel ideas.
Only then did he realize that he seemed to have picked the ripe peaches planted by Ruan Congqian.
In fact, it was Ruan Tang who recognized him as his teacher.
Once a teacher, always a father.
That's why Ruan Tang was specifically chosen to be the deputy.
The other medical staff all looked at Ruan Tang.
After half a month of getting along, they all knew that Ruan Tang was the director of the No. 1 Provincial Hospital in Hangzhou and had made considerable achievements in orthopedics.
But this is a god, okay?
Ruan Tang calmly accepted everyone's suspicious looks.
Whether she can make it or not will be revealed in the operating room.
In the afternoon, Gong Huamao took Ruan Tang and others into the operating room.
Before the operation, Gong Huamao's first words shocked the eight students of neurosurgery.
"What did you do during Ruan Congqian's craniotomy?"
Ruan Tang thought for a moment and said, "Except for removing the fragments." She did all the craniotomy and suturing.
"Then this time, I'll give you both the craniotomy and suture."
Ruan Tang blinked. She wanted to see Teacher Gong's swordsmanship. "Last time, my dad was exhausted, so I had to do it for him."
"I'm a century older than your father, and I don't have the physical strength. Besides, I have two surgeries to perform back-to-back, so I need to conserve my energy."
Gong Huamao paused and said, "Let me see your ability, then I will know how to guide you."
Well, she was successfully persuaded.
Ruan Tang scratched her scalp...
It was the first time that Gong Huamao felt that performing an operation was so easy. He only needed to remove the lesion, and Ruan Tang had taken all other situations into consideration.
Moreover, once on the operating table, Ruan Tang's aura changed completely, and the operating table became her home court.
This is probably the kind of person who is chased by God and given a job?
If he were Ruan Tang's age, he would probably be driven crazy by jealousy.
As expected, the operation was successful.
When the surgical records of the first group of eight people were circulated among the neurosurgeons, someone asked about Ruan Tang, the assistant.
The eight people shut up, "You'll know when you enter the operating room tomorrow."
They don't deserve to be judged.
And the gap is so big that they don’t know how to evaluate it.
The next morning, Gong Huamao led people into the operating room in high spirits.
During the second operation, Gong Huamao did not let Ruan Tang perform a craniotomy.
He wanted to show off his skills in front of Ruan Tang, but how could he make Ruan Tang willingly accept him as her teacher?
Gong Huamao learned this from practice, so his incisions are clean and efficient, with minimal bleeding, and the surgical area is clean and tidy.
"After you return to the temple, you can use a scalpel to cut paper. If you can practice to the point where you can cut as many sheets of paper as you want, you will reach this level."
"Okay, teacher!"
Gong Huamao felt light-hearted when he was called "teacher". "Hey, watch carefully."
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