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In the operating room, a tall and thin boy came out, followed by a white-haired old man.
The old man took off his gloves and threw them into a special recycling bin.
"Zhongyi, go back and write down the record."
The handsome young man turned his head and made an OK gesture to him, "Got it."
Mr. Qi smiled, pressed the elevator to the office upstairs, and Zhong Yi followed him in.
"By the way, you will be returning to China next week. How many days do you plan to stay before you come back?" Old Qi calculated that Zhong Yi had been in the medical team for more than a year.
That dark and thin boy has now become a young doctor who can perform an operation.
Zhong Yi smiled and said, "I'll have to stay for at least a year or two."
Qi Lao was stunned, “Just wait to be driven back by Shen Qing.”
Zhong Yi chuckled, the elevator door opened, and he was the first to walk out.
"When you come back from China, remember to bring me some local specialties, the most delicious ones." Mr. Qi walked into the office, sat on the chair and looked at Zhong Yi with a smile.
"You have money, can't you buy it yourself?" Zhong Yi rolled his eyes. The Internet is so developed nowadays, is there any need for him to buy it for her?
"You damn kid, all my money is used for the medical team, where can I get any money?"
Zhong Yi sighed and said, "All these new equipment for the medical team were purchased with my sister's black card. Don't flatter yourself."
"Hey - you little rascal." Old Qi wiped his sleeves and pointed at Zhong Yi.
"I'm going back." Zhong Yi took the notebook on his desk, turned around and walked out.
Old Qi looked at the young man leaving and nodded helplessly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
This little brat.
Zhong Yi returned to his sleeping room, took a pen, wrote the surgical record, opened the electronic lock, and took out a brown paper-wrapped notebook from the drawer.
The handwriting on it was a bit blurred, but still legible. He later retraced the blurred handwriting with a pen.
When he saw something he didn't understand, he would mark it with a pencil and then go to ask Mr. Qi for advice the next day.
Knock knock knock.
Someone came and knocked on the door.
Zhong Yi put the notebook into the drawer and locked it, then took out the record book, turned to the part he had just finished writing today, and then got up to open the door.
"I'm coming." Zhong Yi rubbed his hair, opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man standing outside. He looked to be in his thirties or forties.
"Dr. Yang, is there anything I can do for you?" Zhong Yi glanced at him, holding the door with one hand, with no intention of letting him in.
"My apprentice Gong Yue wants to borrow your surgical notes, but she is shy and doesn't want to ask. I just happened to pass by this floor today and came here." Dr. Yang smiled.
Zhong Yi looked at him and said, "Okay, then you wait a moment." Zhong Yi closed the door with a bang and took out a notebook with a cartoon character on it from another unlocked drawer.
This was given to him by Elder Qi when he first arrived, saying it was suitable for his age...
Dr. Yang glanced down at the cartoon notebook in Zhong Yi's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Zhong Yi curled his lips, said nothing more, and closed the door directly.
Dr. Yang flipped through Zhong Yi's notes, which only recorded some emergencies and solutions in the operating room. There was nothing interesting to read.
He glanced at it for a few seconds and then closed the notebook.
**
Beijing University.
Dean Guo called Shen Qing and asked her to come to the office.
"Dean Guo, do you have something to talk to me about?" Shen Qing entered the office and saw Wen Yi sitting on the sofa.
Wen Yi was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the girl come in.
"Chen Qing, please sit down for a moment." Dean Guo was correcting a paper and pointed to the seat next to Wen Yi.
Shen Qing didn't move, but took out a chair and sat down.
Wen Yi snorted softly, "Why are you pretending to be so noble?"
Dean Guo raised his head and said, "That..." He pointed at Wen Yi, but couldn't remember her name for a moment.
"Teacher." Wen Yi stood over and listened to Dean Guo's speech.
"The paper format here is all wrong. See? For example, the DNA should be written in Latin, and the numbers should also be changed to this font."
“Okay, thank you, teacher.” Wen Yi smiled apologetically, but when she turned around and met Shen Qing’s eyes, it instantly turned into a provocation.
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