Chapter 1739

Today, 912 held the National Annual Conference on vascular surgery.

The venue takes turns, because there is no final conclusion about the strongest Hospital of vascular surgery in China. It's like the Wulin meeting. Everyone holds it in turn. No one can dominate it.

Everyone has the same level, such as Director Mao of 912 and director Sun chaosun of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, former classmates. Talent, fortune and effort are similar, and the final achievements are similar.

The same is true of Mordor. There is no Daniel level figure who dominates the world in the academic field.

The meeting started yesterday and today it's tea party time.

Several or a dozen top academic directors sat together, talking nonsense and chatting, telling some guesses they didn't dare to say before, to see who has a better grasp of the future trend of science and technology.

It's fun to talk and laugh.

There is no intrigue, just a simple academic debate, not involving interests. This is the best way.

And when the formal meeting was held, the president of 912 hospital, as the host, came out to speak, and everyone couldn't let go.

Today, vice president yuan is not here. It's more casual.

After talking about the changes of vascular surgery in the past year and imagining the new technologies that may be carried out in the next year, we still have more to say after lunch.

People are almost gone, leaving only six or seven directors from all over the country still chatting together.

"Director Mao, your level has not decreased in recent years, but has increased steadily. It's really a divine man." A provincial director lost no time in saying something that made Mao happy.

If it had been a few days ago, Mao would have smiled and acquiesced to this.

It is impossible to maintain a professional state and make high-level surgery in the twilight of your career without paying a considerable price.

This is a must to do.

Smoking and drinking are not allowed. It is not completely prohibited. At least, it should be touched as little as possible.

Exercise every day and watch less electronic products. As for what series and novels, watching them for a long time will cause great damage to your eyes.

There is an old saying in the imperial capital, forty-eight, spend a flower.

Mao Chi is 54 years old and his eyes are still fresh. It can be said that the maintenance is really good.

But,

That was the idea a few days ago.

Since calling boss Zheng to save Taiwan, he was decided by boss Zheng. He no longer tried interventional surgery and opened his chest directly, Mao also had some doubts about his technical level.

But this self denial was deeply buried in his heart. Once he began to doubt himself, he didn't have to do the operation.

Facing the generous praise, Mao Chi just smiled and said, "old man, the future world is yours young people."

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

"Yes, old man. Director Mao, what do you usually do at home?" Director Sun chaosun asked with a smile that he could not see others flattering Mao wantonly and inadvertently turning the topic off.

"Look at the NBA. One game a day. I'm afraid my eyes can't stand it." Mao chuckled.

"Oh? Once a day? So regular?"

"Well, I don't listen to the commentary or watch the news. I surf the Internet to find videos, go home from work every day, watch a game, and pretend to watch the live broadcast." Mao said with a smile, recalling the time when he sprinkled youth sweat on the basketball court when he was at school.

"Director Mao, aren't you tired after watching so many competitions?" Asked a field director.

"Not tired." Mao smiled and said, "maybe because I'm a simple person. I can be happy just sitting at home and watching the ball game."

"Where's your sister-in-law? Will you watch it with you?" Asked Sun Chao.

Mao Chi is afraid of the inside, and this problem is slightly remorseful.

In fact, he also wanted to block Mao. A few days ago, the bullet was blocked. 912 young calves swept through the Affiliated Hospital of imperial Medical University. Many old directors of the affiliated hospital were dissatisfied.

So that now I see 912's old friend Mao Chi and director Sun chaosun's eyes glowing green, like a hungry wolf.

If only I could get the field back.

But Sun Chao knew that it was unlikely. It would be nice if he could be as good as Mao. He couldn't do the surgery that others couldn't do.

"No, she can't focus on one thing." Mao Chi smiled. When he spoke ill of his wife, he always felt a cool wind behind his head. He subconsciously looked back and confirmed that he was not at home.

"They are women, so they are unhappy every day. They are like lizards. Their two eyes can see two different directions." Then Mao raised his hand and clenched his fist and put it on his cheekbones.

Cute, slightly cute.

Just what he said hit the hearts of several old men present.

"They see their beloved shoes with one eye and the young girl coming by with the other eye. They think, mom, when I was young, I was thinner and better looking than you. Even when I was old, my temperament was better than you."

Hahaha, everyone here laughed.

Very relaxed, very casual.

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

No one knows how to answer this question.

"Nothing!" Mao said definitely, "nothing can make them happy!"

"Later, I focused on the NBA. I went home every day, drank some red wine, a small cup, ate peanuts, scolded referees and players. How about Ross and Durant? I was very happy."

"Such a person's happy time is really the best time."

Mao Chi is obviously immersed in the atmosphere of going home and watching the ball game in front of the TV every day.

"Lao Mao, if your wife knows that you can get so much happiness from watching the NBA, does she have to participate?" Sun Chao laughed and stabbed him in time.

They were classmates at that time. Mao Chi's wife was a flower from the high nursing class. Finally, Mao Chi picked it. Now it hurts to think of it.

"That's pure jealousy!" Mao is very relaxed. After all, his wife is not around. He doesn't care about Sun Chao's words, but purely releases his emotions.

"She must be jealous of me. She is jealous that I can feel real happiness and happiness in front of the TV. This makes her feel unbalanced, so she wants to make trouble and destroy all this!"

Mao kept whispering. At this moment, he was aware of the inexplicable danger. It's like his wife standing behind him with a pan.

The mobile phone rang and startled Mao.

"Director Mao, neurosurgery, urgent consultation! Consider pulmonary embolism!"