Thinking of those rumors, He Xiangyu said boldly: "Brother Tao, congratulations on becoming the director like Brother Cao."
After the hepatobiliary surgery department moved to the new building, it was officially renamed the Hepatobiliary Pancreas and Spleen Center and Liver Transplant Center. The expanded department could no longer have only one ward, but was divided into two areas. Capable young and middle-aged doctors were promoted to leaders to take on new responsibilities.
After receiving her congratulations, Tao Zhijie's expression did not change and he did not say a single polite word.
Maybe he felt that he was too familiar with this Junior Sister He, so there was no need to say polite words.
Yes, he and Cao Yong and others were considered the designated leadership candidates long ago, so the news of these promotions does not sound surprising now.
Based on this, He Xiangyu thought that Senior Brother Tao came here as a new leader, and after work he came to check the progress of the interior decoration and other work of his new department so as to urge his subordinates to work hard.
Soon, she found out that she was extremely wrong.
Here, she walked over, without going into the new ward for inspection, nor into the office to take a look, but passed through the corridors one by one, and finally entered a place - He Xiangyu stopped at the door, making sure that her eyes were not mistaken about the words "Pathology Specimen Room" written on the sign outside the door.
These historical items that have little to do with current clinical treatment of patients will definitely be moved first. It’s just that it’s a bit troublesome for doctors to find some old pathological specimens, and they need to run back and forth to the new surgical building during this period.
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At night, the doctor came to the specimen room to look for historical pathological specimens. The scene seemed a bit like a horror movie imagined by outsiders. In the pitch-black darkness, under a little light, he took out a human organ soaked in a bottle of formalin solution, with a weird face?
A similar movie scene suddenly appeared in He Xiangyu's mind.
She is a pathologist herself and knows that horror movies set in hospitals are completely unrealistic and ridiculous.
When a doctor looks for historical pathological specimens, it is not a horror scene, but an engineering-like behavior, and the atmosphere is like a cultural film.
The lights in the pathology specimen room are big white lights. Once turned on, the room becomes like daytime, which makes it easier for staff to find specimens. So I come here just for work.
For doctors, each specimen on the shelf is a historical record of each patient's struggle with the disease, and is a history book of mankind's fight against disease.
There are no shabby horror films here, only documentaries of respect and remembrance.
Seeing him standing in front of the shelf and looking at the specimen in the glass bottle, He Xiangyu understood why she thought of the horror movie, because she was about to become the heroine of the horror movie and wanted to run out of the door to escape, because she was definitely extremely guilty to be here.
Back off, back off, she was about to retreat to the door while no one was paying attention. She was lucky enough to think that he might not have noticed her escape, but when she heard footsteps outside, she suddenly stopped, and the hair on her body stood up in horror like the Monkey King who couldn't jump out of the palm of Tathagata Buddha.
Who else is coming?
Turning around, she saw the famous poker-faced doctor from the General Surgery Department II, and her soul was almost frightened out of her body.
Tan Kelin carefully scanned her face and confirmed that it was her. Then he said to Tao Zhijie inside, "Did you invite her here, Doctor Tao?"
"No." He Xiangyu said quickly.
No? Why are you here?
Tao Zhijie couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
He Xiangyu glanced at his expression and wanted to cry: she was walking into a trap on her own initiative.
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