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Six years later, Nangang Tianhe Airport.

The members of the top medical team from the Northland walked down the ladder from the plane. Although they were dressed in ordinary clothes, their actions were no different from ordinary people, but the cold and indifferent arcs between their eyebrows and eyes are not difficult to see their calmness after countless surgeries. The indifferent temperament of the band isolates them from the others and forms a space of their own.

Among the stars holding the moon is a hale and hearty old man. He was invited to return to China this time. Although he no longer picked up the scalpel because of his old age, he brought back the most proud young disciple he has cultivated in his life——

Chu Queze.

"Mr. Lin, welcome back to China."

The deputy director of Nangang No. 50 Hospital was already waiting in the international arrival hall. As soon as Lin Zhaoqing walked out of the gate, a middle-aged man in his [-]s with slightly bald hair came up and held Lin Zhaoqing's hand with a smile on his face. .

Although Lin Zhaoqing had a very serious expression, he never made things difficult for others. Besides, he would not hit anyone with a smiling face. When he saw the vice president, his expression gradually softened. There was a little flatness in his old voice, and he said politely:

"Less than."

Nangang No. 50 Hospital is one of the best hospitals in China. Besides, this middle-aged man in his [-]s can become the deputy director. He still has two brushes. However, in front of Lin Zhaoqing, the world's top doctor, he can only Honestly being called "less than".

Everyone didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

"Teacher, the air conditioner at the airport is too high, you should go to the hospital earlier."

Although Chu Queze looked the youngest in the entire medical team, with the most tender face, clean and fresh like a handful of spring onions from a distance, he stood at the first position behind Lin Zhaoqing's left hand, showing his identity unusual.

Lin Zhaoqing was born in a medical family, and he valued the master-student relationship very much, but his disciples were classified according to their abilities and talents. Therefore, although Chu Queze was the last to get started, Lin Zhaoqing liked him the most. In the past few years, Lin Zhaoqing has already received all the teachings from Lin Zhaoqing.

In addition, the master and apprentice also referred to the manuscripts left by Chu Queze's decades of research on coronary heart disease, and jointly published many international heavyweight papers. Therefore, although Chu Queze is young, what he should learn is the same. Instead of falling behind, I learned more and better than others.

"This is Dr. Chu." The vice president turned his head in surprise when he heard Chu Queze's opening, and now Chu Queze's face was sliding up and down, left and right, and while surprised by Chu Queze's age, his eyes widened There seemed to be some inexplicable things flashing in the light, and the complicated Chu Queze couldn't understand it, and sighed softly:

"Doctor Chu is so young...I'm afraid he will be named chief physician in a few years."

Chief doctor, for most doctors, it is normal to fight until they are in their 40s, but for Chu Queze, it is just a chance.

After all, although he is young, he has published papers and performed no fewer operations than any of the brothers and sisters present, and the success rate of operations is higher than everyone else.

"........."

Chu Queze had buried his head in academics for many years, and was no longer good at dealing with people other than his master and brothers and sisters. Hearing this, he turned his head silently, put the blanket in his hand on Lin Zhaoqing, and helped the teacher to go out without saying much In a word, he didn't look at the vice president again.

The vice president who had never been neglected by the juniors was slightly taken aback, and after a while, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes: "..."

"Uncle, ignore him, he is just a boring gourd."

Lin Zhaoqing's first disciple, Qu Zhaoyan, is over 30 years old. He is naturally slippery. Seeing the vice-principal's pale and ugly expression, he hurried over like a dog, and very naturally made a relationship with the vice-principal:

"You go this way first."

Although Qu Tingyan is Lin Zhaoqing's big student, his academic level and practical experience are far behind Chu Jueze's. When Chu Jueze stayed up all night writing papers and working as a surgical assistant to accumulate experience, he was still preparing for his Ph.D. The dissertation was almost delayed several times.

It can't be said that he doesn't work hard, but in front of Chu Queze, who has the ability of photographic memory and medical talent since he was a child, he is like a grain of sand next to a bright pearl, looking a little bleak, and is often seen by others. forget.

"Qu... Qu listening to smoke, right?"

The deputy dean was handed down the steps, and his expression looked a little better. While walking out with the big troops, he looked up at Qu Tingyan, who was holding an umbrella for him, and nodded to him with a smile as if approving:

"You work hard, the higher-ups won't treat you badly."

"A lot of times, talent doesn't mean anything. If the human relationship is not strong enough, any ability is useless, don't you think so?"

............

"Patient Zhong Zhichun, 70 years old this year, suffers from extremely severe coronary heart disease, with visceral failure and neuropathy, and for some special reasons, he has been transferred to several hospitals, but he cannot give a clear surgical plan. Now, he comes to When I arrived at our hospital, I have printed out his previous specific treatment process and put it in front of everyone, do you have any good ideas?"

In the conference room, except for those who were undergoing surgery, most of the cardiovascular doctors in Nangang First Hospital were sitting around the round table, looking at the projection screen in front of them with solemn expressions.

Cardiac CT images flashed on the projection screen. Judging from the changes over the years, the patient's condition has become more and more serious. If surgery is required, the success rate may not exceed [-]%.

No one dared to take this operation.

Not only is there a problem of ability, but also because of the special status of this patient.Zhong Zhichun is not only the former richest man in Nangang, but also an alumnus of the same class as the dean. A way to keep them from getting along in Nangang.

When the dean saw that these people were silent and didn't even dare to vent their anger, he had a headache and wanted to pat the table and ask them if they could think of a way.

After all, he doesn't specialize in cardiovascular diseases, and seeing Zhong Zhichun's case, he can only feel anxious.

After all, Zhong Zhichun's physical condition is different from that of others, and the difficulty of surgery has also increased exponentially. Without experience and specific practical methods, it is impossible to perform surgery on him with confidence.

There was silence at the scene, only the dean's heavy panting could be heard for a while, and no one dared to tell the truth.

Chu Queze lowered his head, the falling blue hair covered his dark eyebrows and eyes, his slender fingertips ran across the sharp edge of the paper, his smooth and smooth skin was submerged in the white coat, covering the slight unevenness on the surface.

The fire burned 15.00% of his whole body, and his legs were fine, but the back burned by the hot crossbar was completely invisible at first, with blood and blood blurred. Most of it is better, but if you look closely, you can still see the traces of burns.

Chu Queze couldn't forget the half a year lying in bed.

During those six months, part of his body's skin tissue was necrotic, often accompanied by persistent high fever and breathing difficulties during the treatment, and even dehydration and even shock. Every day, even living was suffering.

When he was finally discharged from the hospital, he had many scars on his neck and arms. Chu Jueze was afraid of being looked at strangely by Qi Yousui, so he stayed until most of the visible scars on his body were gone. Have the courage to go back home.

His expression was in a trance, his thoughts were still inside and outside the ward, and Qi Yousui passed by, but the other party didn't recognize his time point, his heart twitched slightly for a moment, and the pain in his body seemed to be worse than that day when his spine and his spine were smashed inch by inch. Changing dressings on bloody wounds is a million times more painful.

"Doctor Chu, Doctor Chu?"

The dean raised his voice and called Chu Queze's name, but found that the other party was looking down at the copy of the medical records in front of him in a daze, until the senior sister next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and gently pushed him to remind Chu Queze that someone was there. After calling him, Chu Queze raised his head slowly, with a blank expression on his face:

"what?"

"...Doctor Chu, are you listening to what I just said?" The dean put on a smirk:

"Regarding coronary heart disease, only your teacher and you in the whole hospital have the latest research and treatment methods. Would you like to try it?"

........Try, try?

Chu Queze's expression flashed suddenly, and his clear amber eyes were slowly covered by eyelids. From the corner of his vision, he could only see the whitened finger bones when he clenched his white coat tightly, and then gradually loosened it after a while.

After a long time, he heard himself speak slowly, in a very low voice:

".........I do not want to."

..........

"What, you said that the doctor who came back from abroad is unwilling to operate on grandpa?!"

As soon as Qi Yousui got off work, he heard the sad news.

Six years of successor training had cultivated his character to the point of impermeability. Hearing this, his face, which was as expressionless as his father's, only slightly moved his brows and tails, and soon fell down again.

He loosened his bow tie, threw the report in his hand on the clean table, did not even look at the information about the young doctor handed over by the assistant, ignored the assistant's trembling face, stood up, and looked downstairs condescendingly The endless stream of traffic took a while to say:

"Only he can do it, and no one else can do it?"

Time has polished him into a young man who is as good and steady as his father, and the waist-length suit pants complement his height and long legs. His clear and handsome face is printed in the clean glass window, and his phoenix eyes are narrow and deep. The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are like vermilion, like a piece of rough jade, no one can ignore his brilliance from a distance.

No matter how many times the assistant stared at Qi Yousui's profile, he would occasionally be in a daze. When he realized what Qi Yousui was asking him, he quickly lowered his head, didn't dare to look any more, and honestly reported what he had said. All information known:

"This doctor is the proud student of Lin Zhaoqing, a top cardiovascular doctor in the world. He has published more than a dozen influential papers in domestic and foreign journals on coronary heart disease research, and it is said that the operations he performed have a very high success rate. The situation of the old chairman is very complicated, and he is the most suitable candidate."

The implication is that it is possible to change to another person to operate the knife, but only he is the most suitable.

"...tonight, invite that doctor to come to the Guangrun Restaurant for a gathering."

Qi Yousui had no choice but to pinch the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. When he turned around, he revealed a gloomy face, and the corners of his lips curled up with a hint of coolness:

"I want to see if the young doctor you mentioned is as powerful as you said."