Path of Medicine With a System

It is not easy to be a secretary, and it is even more difficult to be a good secretary. Someone once said that a person who can get ahead in the secretarial industry will have nothing to hinder him in the future.

Su Yuan, who graduated from the Department of Public Health, did not go to the civil service examination, but entered the hospital. His official documents were impenetrable, and he was also very smart. In the end, relying on his grandfather and Mr. Wu's experience of starving together, he became successful. Mr. Wu's secretary.

Old Wu looked at Zhang Fan gently after he took a sip of tea, and the old man became less polite.

"Did you bring the paper?" The old man almost choked Zhang Fan out of the tea he drank.

"Master, bring it here."

"Well, show it to me, you drink yours." That's what Zhang Fan said, but Zhang Fan couldn't really do that. After taking out the paper, he stopped drinking tea and waited for Elder Wu's inquiry.

Xue Afei was dumbfounded as soon as he entered the door, let alone drinking tea, even if he was sitting on the sofa, he was sitting upright in danger, with a straight body.

"My God, this is Mr. Wu. I saw Mr. Wu. I'm still sitting in Mr. Wu's office, and Mr. Wu still smiled at me and greeted me." Xue Afei's eyes widened Such as cattle.

It can be said that Mr. Wu's status in the arena of foreign surgery in China, as long as someone comes out of a regular medical school, it is estimated that he can become a fan of this person.

All his life, the old man has been properly driving a system that is more powerful than Zhang Fan's. With his dazzling medical achievements, Xue Afei called out before he was excited enough to meet him.

"Hehe, you are playing tricks, the king of cancer, let me see if you have any real insights." The old man picked up his glasses and began to read the paper.

Papers are either accumulated over a long period of time, or they are studied hard and tirelessly to prove the academic spark of thought.

As for Zhang Fan's article, there is nothing sparking about it, but it also brings together some of Zhang Fangan's experience. It doesn't look particularly brilliant, but it is very practical.

Just like Zhang Fan, he doesn't have a gorgeous appearance, but he can rely on his own efforts to make his skills impressive.

The old man sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, and sometimes frowned, or took out a pen to write and draw on Zhang Fan's paper.

Zhang Fan didn't know the truth, and he couldn't tell. From his own point of view, the things in many periodicals seemed to be the same thing, but in fact, he didn't know how many years he had written over and over again.

And in his paper, there are real clinical data,

There are also some of his prospects, Zhang Fan, who has worked so hard, has not yet completed the task of the surgical system, so his system cannot be relied on when it comes to writing a thesis.

He also implemented some of his own ideas in the operation. He originally thought that the system would not tell him the future medical development direction, so I could experiment by myself.

It's a pity that his idea or vision passed the first step, and the second step also succeeded. When the number of steps is too many, he doesn't know what went wrong, and the system won't tell him what's wrong.

This is a big deal, if you try one by one, then Zhang Fan will not do anything, and the system will be exhausted in one day.

Therefore, sometimes, Zhang Fan gets angry when he has no clue in the system, but the system firmly adheres to the bottom line of the number of tasks.

However, Zhang Fan also understood that medical treatment is a matter of life and death, so one cannot be too cautious.

"Dean, there is a meeting at the field hospital in the afternoon, look." Su Yuan raised his hand to look at his watch, and reminded him gently.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Now, Zhang Fan, put the thesis here first, and I'll help you correct it. There are a few things, but the format and wording are too rough. You can tell at a glance that you didn't pay attention."

The old man said with a smile, Zhang Fan was sweating when he heard that, the old man was giving Zhang Fan some face, because Zhang Fan's thesis had something, so he gave face, the old man is usually very strict.

But Zhang Fan's thesis is a bit rough. To be honest, he didn't take the medical thesis course when he took it, and now he just figured it out by himself according to the format in the journal.

"I'll let Xiao Su take you to the specialist building of the hospital and find you a room, so you can take a good rest.

Since you talked about the king of cancer, there will be an operation tomorrow, how about it, do you want to have it. "

The old man looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, like an old cat fishing.

"Think about it, uncle, paper"

Elder Wu waved his hand, "In Huaguo, there are some people who can write papers, but few dare to become the king of cancer. The subsections are all subsections.

I don't care about you at night, you young people move freely. "

"Good uncle. I brought some snow lotus when I came here, just to honor you."

It is estimated that Zhang Fan can make a big splash in Mr. Wu's office to give gifts, but Mr. Wu still doesn't refuse.

There were no major mistakes in the thesis, and Zhang Fan's heart was at ease. He was an uncle. If he met Zhang Fan's master today, he would probably give Zhang Fan a good word.

This is the difference between a master and an uncle. It doesn't mean that an uncle is easier to talk to.

On the contrary, the uncle is not easy to talk about, but the research directions of the two are different, one is more theoretical, and the other is more clinical. Therefore, Zhang Fan still thinks that the uncle is easy to talk about in terms of papers.

"Hehe, I've got my heart, let's take care of the little disciple who closed the door." The old man cheerfully took the snow lotus that Zhang Fan gave him to watch.

In fact, he is an old man of western medicine, who knows a lot about snow lotus. Tossing and turning, exaggerating Fan: "I have a heart, I have a heart."

This is a person who really likes Zhang Fan, and really appreciates Zhang Fan's craftsmanship, otherwise, with his status, the status of a general, one snow lotus would be missing

Su Yuan flew out of the administrative building with Zhang Fan and the excited Xue A.

"Zhang Yuan, the expert building is over there. What is your phone number? If you want to come to the dean's office in the future, please call me and I will pick you up."

"Thank you, Director Su, please."

"No trouble, no trouble, what's the trouble?"

The room Su Yuan arranged is probably the best room in the expert building, with two bedrooms and one living room, and even a study room. It is estimated that in this place in Shanghai, it is definitely not cheap to find such a room in a hotel.

After Su Yuan left, Zhang Fan started chasing people away: "Okay, I've packed it up too, so go ahead and do whatever you want."

He and Xue Afei could still be regarded as senior brothers at the beginning, but Zhang Fan left too fast, Zhang Fan was getting higher and higher before the names of senior brothers were confirmed.

However, the relationship between the two is still good, and it can be regarded as a friendship that has experienced life and death together, so Zhang Fan's words are not very polite.

"Don't, Zhang Yuan, you are not familiar with the place where you live, I will accompany you, such a big house is Fang Dong's expert building, just let me stay for one night."

"Go away, hurry up, I still have something to do. I still have to go to college to see my sister."

"Oh. Where am I going?" Xue Afei had no choice but to leave very unwillingly.