Zhang Anmin stood in the stairwell, holding a cigarette and looking forward, too tired to speak.

It is indeed easier to be an assistant than to be a surgeon, but after a busy day and two slow gallbladder surgeries, it was really too much for his no longer young waist and legs.

Thinking that he would have to undergo another operation soon, and that tomorrow might be another day like this, and the day after tomorrow... he might have to rush for three hours to Bazhai Township, Zhang Anmin felt a little desperate.

Crunch.

The door to the stairwell was pushed open.

Zhang Anmin was too lazy to look back and silently blew out another smoke ring.

I have to use mouthwash to cover it up before going back to the operating room, otherwise I will be embarrassed by the nurse.

He doesn't usually smoke much, but he's been very tired recently and can't concentrate...

"Xiao Zhang is resting?" He Yuanzheng's voice came from behind.

"Ah?" Zhang Anmin was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette.

"Smoke one of mine." He Yuanzheng took out a cigar and handed it to Zhang Anmin, and then handed him a gas lighter and scissors.

Only then did Zhang Anmin notice that He Yuanzheng had a short cigar as thick as his index finger in his mouth.

"The short crown will be finished in a moment." He Yuanzheng raised his hand again, and Zhang Anmin quickly caught it.

Under He Yuanzheng's guidance, Zhang Anmin carefully cut the end of the cigar, then turned it on with a lighter, took two gentle sips, and exhaled thin smoke.

"You can light it again, the center is not fully burned." He Yuanzheng said, "You don't seem to have smoked before."

"Small and smoke."

"Have you been smoking too much lately?"

"yes."

"Stress, staying up late, and smoking are the three major causes of cancer." He Yuanzheng raised his eyelids as he spoke and said, "Will you be able to persevere in the surgery with Ling Ran?"

Zhang Anmin took another puff of the cigar, spit it out, and let the smoke cover his vision.

"What can we do if we don't keep doing it?" Zhang Anmin looked at He Yuanzheng and suddenly wanted to speak truthfully: "Among the three of us in the same year, I am the one who has made the slowest progress. I have to do something..."

A sudden opening of one's heart always catches people off guard.

He Yuanzheng, who was in his 40s, also sighed.

What Zhang Anmin said may seem ordinary to outsiders, but to doctors, it is a cruel story that cannot be avoided: If there are doctors of the same age in a department, it means that there is a high probability that one day in the future

One day, there was competition for the position of director.

There is only one department director. Success means success and fame. If the loser cannot bear it, he will have to leave the hospital and start over.

He Yuanzheng himself has not experienced this baptism, but he has never witnessed or even participated in such competition and alignment.

He Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Anmin again. Indeed, he couldn't win unless...

He can follow a doctor like Ling Ran.

"If you are pursuing the path of department director, let me remind you." He Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Anmin and said, "Ling Ran is younger than you."

Zhang Anmin took a puff of his cigar silently.

"There is a reason for ranking based on seniority in the hospital." Seeing Zhang Anmin looking at him, He Yuanzheng couldn't help but chuckle and said, "What, do you think I'm not qualified to be ranked based on seniority?"

Zhang Anmin forced a smile.

"Why is our hepatobiliary surgery department so weak? In fact, in the final analysis, isn't it because I, He Yuanzheng, am too young?" He Yuanzheng had obviously thought about it for a long time, and he spoke with unusual fluency: "The brand name of Yun Yi is still called

Damn it, our hepatobiliary surgery department sets the threshold for recruitment to a doctorate, and there are a lot of people who are willing. But if you want to recruit a ready-made deputy chief, no matter what conditions are proposed, everyone will shake their heads, guess what?

Why?"

Zhang Anmin didn't say anything. He didn't need to say this. The doctors at the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery had all talked about it privately: the deputy chiefs who were not the director were trash, and Yun Medical didn't recruit trash.

"I'm too young. The deputy commander who is willing to leave is already older than me. What are you doing here? To earn a salary for retirement?" He Yuanzheng smiled, then looked at Zhang Anmin and said, "Ling Ran is only 20 years old this year.

Come on, if he takes over from Lao Huo, look at it, the emergency center will be reorganized..."

"Unless Dr. Ling gets promoted faster." Zhang Anmin also took the risk, inhaling a puff of cigar into his lungs, and instantly started "coughing, coughing, coughing."

He Yuanzheng also involuntarily picked up a cigar.

He knew what Zhang Anmin meant. Ling Ran would probably not stop at the head of the department.

In fact, He Yuanzheng may believe this more than Zhang Anmin.

In the hospital system, technology is not omnipotent, but it is much more useful than money.

At He Yuanzheng's level, he could find a suitable hospital and ask the other party to configure an entire department, which would cost tens of millions of dollars a year. So, in the field of liver resection, Ling's technology far surpassed He Yuanzheng's.

So what?

Even if Ling Ran's cholecystectomy is performed poorly, it will not affect his value in hepatobiliary surgery. No doctor can dominate all fields. If hepatobiliary surgery cannot be performed, there is no problem in opening a specialized liver surgery. With Ling Ran,

In terms of technology, it will not be difficult to develop into a liver center in the future.

"As long as you have your own ideas." He Yuanzheng was no longer in the mood to smoke a cigar, turned around and left the corridor.

Zhang Anmin slowly leaned against the wall, looked ahead, and slowly smoked a cigar.

He estimated that this was the last time He Yuanzheng gave him a cigar.

After a while, Zhang Anmin put it out and went to the operating room.

When he opened the door, he saw that Ling Ran was still wearing hand-washing clothes.

"Fortunately, I thought I was going to be late." Zhang Anmin smiled self-consciously.

"The others haven't arrived yet." Ling Ran said.

"Huh? Don't you have to prepare in advance?" Zhang Anmin was surprised.

"I haven't seen it." Ling Ran replied.

Zhang Anmin said "Hmm" and said: "The second assistant is from the hepatobiliary surgery department today? You didn't bring your own person?"

"Zuo Cidian and the others have gone back to rest."

"You still have to bring someone of your own with you for convenience." Zhang Anmin understood what was going on. This was He Yuanzheng expressing his attitude.

Ling Ran didn't even think about it. He glanced at Zhang Anmin and said, "Didn't I take you with me?"

Zhang Anmin was stunned for a moment.

"Have you washed your hands? Are you ready for surgery?" Ling Ran raised his head and motioned to the nurse to put on surgical clothes for him.

Zhang Anmin subconsciously walked forward to put on his clothes, his face uncertain.

After a moment, Zhang Anmin made up his mind, walked to Ling Ran, and whispered: "Doctor Ling, Director He just came to see me, and he probably wanted to stop me. I didn't answer."

"What are you stopping me for?" With the help of the little nurse, Ling Ran spread the towel and disinfected quickly.

An anesthesiologist who was not very familiar with the appearance of passers-by was staring at Zhang Anmin and Ling Ran, his heart burning with gossip.

Zhang Anmin gritted his teeth and said: "Director He is probably still not satisfied with you having liver surgery and gallbladder surgery again."

"He also said today that the hepatobiliary surgery department is very nervous."

Zhang Anmin smiled bitterly: "That's not what he meant. Director He also wants to perform more operations."

"I understand when you put it like that." Ling Ran could understand the mood of the doctor who wanted to do more surgeries. He thought for a moment and said, "If it's a liver resection, I'll do more flying knives."

"Flying knives, yes, it's good to make flying knives..." Zhang Anmin was attracted again.

Ling Ran shoots flying knives, and his assistants can earn a few hundred yuan per game. At the end of the day, he makes more than if he went to Bazhai Township.

Ling Ran nodded and said, "You and Zuo Cidian will discuss the appropriate hospital to go to later. Liver resection requires relatively high postoperative management."

"Okay, don't worry." Zhang Anmin agreed. With a thought, he couldn't help but think that there are only a few dozen hospitals around Changxi Province that can perform liver resections and are qualified for post-operative management. Ling Ran

If you go around these hospitals, what will you say when you mention Yun Medical’s liver resection in the future?

Zhang Anmin has no doubt that with Ling Ran's skills, as long as he goes to a good hospital, he can show outstanding strength - a display of strength that far exceeds He Yuanzheng's. Will He Yuanzheng think that he wants to

Do you want to stress yourself out?

Zhang Anmin thought of this, then looked at Ling Ran, and saw that the latter was staring at the screen intently.

Zhang Anmin's mood calmed down inexplicably, not only because of Ling Ran's handsomeness, but also because Ling Ran didn't have to do anything but dominate He Yuanzheng.

"Good skills are great." Zhang Anmin noticed the anesthetist's eyes and became agitated. He winked at him as he spoke.

The anesthesiologist, who was thin and looked like a passerby, was stunned, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, the anesthesiologist winked at Zhang Anmin.
Chapter completed!