Today, 912 held the National Vascular Surgery Annual Meeting.

The venues took turns to take charge, because there was no conclusion on the hospital with the strongest vascular surgery in the country. Just like the martial arts conference, everyone took turns to hold it, and no one could dominate this matter.

Everyone's level is similar, such as Director Mao Chi of 912 and Director Sun Chao and Sun of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, former classmates. The talent, encounters, and efforts are similar, and the final achievements are similar.

The same is true in the Demon City, and no big-name figure who unified the world in the academic field appeared.

The meeting started yesterday, and today we entered the tea party time.

Several, more than a dozen academically top-notch directors sat together, chatting, talking casually, and telling out some of the guesses that they didn't dare to say before, to see who is more accurate in grasping the future direction of technology.

Talk and laugh, and have fun.

There is no intrigue, just a simple academic debate, and no interests involved, this is the best way.

Moreover, during the formal meeting, the 912 Hospital, as the host, was the director, and everyone couldn't let go of their emotions.

Vice President Yuan is not here today, so it is more casual.

After talking about the changes in vascular surgery in the past year and thinking about the new technologies that may be developed in the next year, everyone still felt unsatisfied after lunch.

The people were almost gone, and only six or seven directors from all over the country were still gathered to chat.

"Director Mao, your level has not declined in recent years, but has risen steadily. He is really a god." A provincial director from another province said something that made Mao happy without any chance.

If it were a few days ago, Mao Chi would have smiled and agreed to this point.

It is impossible to maintain a professional state and still be able to perform high-level surgery in the twilight years of your career, without paying a considerable price.

Being pure in mind and having few desires is something that must be done.

You can't touch even if you smoke or drink. It's not completely prohibited. At least you should try to touch as little as possible.

Keep exercising every day and watch less electronic products. As for TV series, etc., watching them for a long time will cause great damage to your eyes.

The emperor has an old saying, forty-eight, flowers are all in one flower.

Mao Chi is already fifty-four, and her eyes are not blurred. It can be said that she has really good maintenance.

but,

This was the idea a few days ago.

Since he called Boss Zheng to rescue the Taiwan Strait, he was decided by Boss Zheng and no longer tried interventional surgery. After directly opening his chest, Mao Chi also had some doubts about his technical level.

But this self-denial was buried deep in his heart. Once he began to doubt himself, the operation would not be necessary.

Mao Chi faced the unswerving praise, but just smiled and said, "Old, the world in the future will belong to you young people."

The young people he mentioned did not include the directors in front of him. When he said this, Mao Chi only thought of one person, the doctor in the interventional department, Boss Zheng.

"Yes, old. Director Mao, what do you do at home?" Director Sun Chao asked with a smile. He couldn't stand others unscrupulously flattering Mao and inadvertently distracted the topic.

"Look at NBA, I have one show every day, I'm afraid my eyes won't be able to stand it any more," Mao Chi said with a smile.

"Oh? One session every day? So regular?"

"Well, I don't listen to the explanations or watch the news. I look for videos online, and go home from get off work every day to watch a game, pretending to watch live broadcasts." Mao Chi said, laughing, recalling the moment when he was in school, he was sweating on the basketball court.

"Director Mao, aren't you tired when you watch so many games?" asked a foreign director.

"Not tired." Mao Chi smiled and said, "Maybe because I am a simple-minded person, I can get happiness by just sitting at home watching football games."

"Where is sister-in-law? Are you watching with you?" Sun Chao asked.

Mao Ji was afraid that this question was a bit heartbroken.

In fact, he also had the idea of ​​making trouble for Mao Ji. A few days ago, the bullet was embolized, and the young calf from 912 swept the Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Capital Medical University. Many old directors of the Affiliated Hospital were dissatisfied.

So much so that when I see my old friend Mao Chi of 912, Director Sun Chao and Sun's eyes are full of green light, like a hungry wolf.

How great would it be if the venue could be retrieved.

But Sun Chao knew that this was unlikely. It would be nice if his level was comparable to Mao. He could not perform the surgery, and he could not perform it himself.

"No, she can't focus on one thing." Mao Chi smiled. When he talked bad things about his wife, he always felt a cool breeze coming from behind his head. He subconsciously looked back and confirmed that he was not at home before continuing.

"This is how their women are, so they are not happy every day. They are like lizards, and they can see two different directions with their eyes." As he said that, Mao Ji raised his hand and clenched his fists and placed it on his cheekbones.

Cute, a little cute.

But what he said hit the hearts of the old men present.

"They saw their beloved shoes with one eye and the other eye at the young girl walking over, thinking to themselves that I was thinner and better than you when I was young. Even if I was old, my temperament would be better than you."

Hahaha, everyone present burst into laughter.

Very relaxed and casual.

"After a long time, I have realized something. Do you know what can make women happy?" Mao Chi paused.

No one knows how to answer this question.

"Nothing happens!" Mao Chi said affirmatively, "Nothing can make them feel happy!"

"Later, I focused on the NBA, and went home every day, drank some red wine, a small glass, ate peanuts, scolded the referee, scolded the players. How about Rose, how about Durant, I'm very happy."

"It's the best time for such a person."

Mao Chi was obviously immersed in the atmosphere of sitting in front of the TV to watch football games every day, and couldn't extricate himself.

"Old Mao, what if your wife knew that you could get such great happiness in NBA, she would have to participate?" Sun Chao laughed and stabbed her in time.

They were classmates at the time, and Mao Chi's wife was a flower in the senior nursing class. In the end, Mao Chi picked her hands. Now, when she thinks about it, her heart still feels a little painful.

"That was pure jealousy!" Mao Chi was very relaxed. After all, his wife was not around, and he didn't care about Sun Chao's words, but rather released his emotions purely.

"She must be jealous of me, jealous of me being able to feel real happiness and happiness in front of the TV. This made her feel unbalanced, so she wanted to make trouble and ruin all this!"

Mao Chi was nagging in a low voice. At this moment, he realized an inexplicable danger. It was like his wife standing behind her with a pan.

The phone rang, which scared Mao Ji.
Chapter completed!