"Boss, the annual salary in this appointment letter is empty." Su Yun flipped through the document casually and said with a smile.

"Oh, are you asking me to fill it out casually?"

"Look at how happy Huanuo is doing things!" Su Yun exclaimed.

"I don't know what to eat when I go home tonight." Zheng Ren stood in the elevator, watching the numbers keep changing, and said to himself.

"What's the difference between your energy?" Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren smiled. The document did not seem to exist and did not attract his attention at all.

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...

It's getting colder and it's snowing lately.

On the last snowy day in Zheng Ren's impression, it seemed that he was celebrating Yiren's birthday in Haicheng. And for this birthday, he seemed to be going to Stockholm.

What he didn't know was that the waves he inadvertently stirred up were rippling, expanding and changing the world. Among them, Lao He's feelings were quite obvious, and the salted fish finally turned over.

As mid-November approaches, the annual meeting of the Imperial Capital Anesthesiology Discipline was held.

Lao He received more attention, and many directors attending the meeting even asked about who Lao He was.

The past few days have made Lao He very confused. He has inexplicably produced hundreds of friends on his WeChat, all of whom were the directors who met with the imperial capital anesthesia annual meeting.

There was a moment when Lao He even understood the trouble of being caught up with what he had heard from people in the past.

In the past, I was just a little transparent person and no one paid attention to it. Although I would complain occasionally, my life was still normal.

But now he has received attention, which seems to make him even more distressed. During the two days of the annual meeting, Lao He was so tired that his waist and legs hurt.

Don’t attend this year’s national annual meeting. When Lao He thinks that more people are looking for him, he has a headache.

He knew all these things in his mind, not how high his anesthesia level was, but because everyone was curious about Boss Zheng who broke the dimensional wall with clinical practice. As Boss Zheng's anesthesiologist, he naturally loved the house and the mist.

Today, Director Xu talked to Lao He and said that he would be promoted after the New Year and the position of deputy director.

If it were one year earlier, Lao He would have been so excited that he would be unable to control himself. It would be enough for his life to become the deputy director of the 912 Anesthesiology Department.

But now Lao He's heart is as calm as an ancient well, and he is not surprised. For these things, it's easier to be a full-time anesthesiologist with Boss Zheng.

In recent years, there have been frequent reports of sudden deaths from doctors, and the department with the most deaths is the anesthesia department. The pressure is high and the continuous cycle is all problems.

But following Boss Zheng, these troubles no longer exist.

I had a little more life, but the pressure suddenly dropped. There was a magician who was higher than me standing behind me, so what was there to be afraid of?

Although Boss Zheng has not shown anesthesia many times, Lao He firmly believes in this. So no matter what anesthesia, Lao He can easily deal with it and perform at an extraordinary level.

Facing Director Xu, Lao He still expressed his gratitude to Director Xu through his superb acting without real-life performance. Although both of them knew what was going on, but if people were in the flower sedan chair were lifted, they would see through and not tell them out. This is also a skill.

It was time for get off work, but Lao He didn't leave. He was waiting for Su Yun's call.

Tonight, Professor Yang, who is in the liver and gallbladder, was presently expressing his gratitude to the rescue table for pseudocysts in pancreas a few days ago, but Lao He knew that Professor Yang was looking for an opportunity to get close to Boss Zheng.

It's really time for me to be active, Lao He thought with a smile.

When Boss Zheng came to 912, he realized that there was such a person very late. But he couldn't resist his thick-skinned and bright eyes.

Why are your ears a little hot? Who is muttering behind your back? Old He smiled and touched his ears.

It's indeed a bit hot, not only hot, but also hot.

There are really people talking about Lao He at Langshan County Hospital 156 kilometers away.

An emergency surgery for acute appendicitis was personally anesthesia of the county hospital. The patient was his old man, who was 76 years old.

Director Xiang Heping of the Department of Anesthesiology also had no problem with his family's inability to do so. He went straight to the battlefield and did epidural anesthesia.

"Director, isn't it boring to go to the imperial capital for a meeting this time?" the assistant chatted.

"It's really boring, but I added He Junjin's WeChat and left a phone number." Director Xiang sat on the chair, opened the puncture kit package, and prepared to disinfect.

"He Junjin, who is that?"

"During this period, people always ask Lao He who he is, don't you know?" Director Xiang said disdainfully.

In the group of anesthesia, Director Qiu from Yangcheng started looking for Lao He, which has become a meme.

Who is Lao He? The more you think about this joke, the more you become funny.

"It's him, Boss Zheng's exclusive anesthesiologist! Director, is he very arrogant?" asked the assistant.

"No, they are the kind who have the ability but no temper." Director Xiang said, "It's very kind, and he speaks softly. It's not like you. He has a little skill and has already reached the sky."

"Hehe, Director, see what you said, how could it be?"

"Why can't it?" Director Xiang said, "Look at the old He..."

"Director, Lao He..."

"Your name is also what Lao He is? You have to call him Teacher He!" Director Xiang corrected, "They are of high quality. It is said that Boss Zheng's anesthesia skills are taught by Lao He."

"Isn't Boss Zheng an interventionist? Why is he still having anesthesia?"

"You know what! The top professors don't know anything. They say that experts from the imperial capital are so stingy that they directly make diagnosis. That's because they have the ability. A few years ago, the patient who had cholecystectomy and cut off the common bile duct was just going to Chaoyang Hospital to wipe the butt."

As he was talking, Director Xiang had already brought the topic to the most practical way to wipe his butt.

Langshan is not far from the Emperor, but the patient is also sucked too hard by the imperial capital, so that the medical level here has never been developed.

As a matter of wiping the butt is prepared for any incidents, Director Xiang actually admires his own face. At that time, so many people wanted to add Lao He's WeChat, and he was a bloody path he had forcibly.

"Dad, I'll give you an injection, it won't hurt!" Director Xiang finished disinfection and increased his voice and said to his old man.

The old man in his family is in a knee-bending position on the right side, which is very ordinary. The puncture points taken by Director Xiang are from 11 to 12 chest, which is nothing to say. Although he is his own old man, he looks a little nervous, his limbs are a little stiff and trembling, Director Xiang is not soft at all.

Conventional disinfection, after laying the towel, punctured by bypass, and then reaching the epidural cavity, the catheter is placed upward.

Is it just an epidural anesthesia? Don't be too simple!

Director Xiang then pulled out of the puncture needle and adjusted the external tube of the dural tube. He had just adjusted the angle, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and the force coming from the catheter was not right!
Chapter completed!