Where Are the Six Hundred and Eighty-Three People? Where Is Lao Tzu's Root?

What about the 683 people in the text volume of Yilu Tantu? Where is Lao Tzu's root? "Zhang Yuan, please slow down the operation. The doctors in the observation room outside are all watching your operation now. You are doing it too fast, and they can't see clearly, and they think you are not good enough!"

After the most difficult part of the operation was over, Old Li Li Cunhou talked to Zhang Fan with a smile.

Zhang Fan curled his lips, and said in his heart, "You're the only one who has a lot of shit."

Jiang Qinqin said in her heart; "You're the only one who has a lot of shit!" She wanted to finish the operation quickly so that she could get off the operating table. Every step from beginning to end is in her eyes, but she just can't understand every step.

This is the charm of surgery. People who understand it will naturally understand it. For example, young women and girls are the same. Only a boy can call a young woman Auntie and a girl dear. Those who understand will only look at each other and smile knowingly.

Jiang Qinqin suffered like a pug licking the soles of her feet through stockings, gnashing his teeth in the itching.

And Li Cunhou held up the suspended mammary glands, looking forward to it again in his heart, "Dig, Professor Li, your material is really good, we bought it with 10 billion from Pfizer!"

"Li Sang, please accept my sincere worship. You must become a professor at Northeastern University in our Maruko Country."

"Professor Li, please accept my respect and be my teacher!"

Lao Li was holding his breasts. Although his arms were sore like a young man who had just been married for three days, he was happy in his heart. He fantasized in his mind that after the operation, a group of people would gather around him. What kind of attitude and posture should he use to face it?

Be reserved? But I have been reserved all my life, why should I still be reserved?

Be a little more arrogant? I wonder if Zhang Fan will laugh at himself.

Why! It's hard to be successful in life!

He also wore a surgical mask, otherwise Zhang Fan would definitely be able to see the glistening saliva on Lao Li's mouth.

Life is like this, the ups and downs can best see a person's true face, but the question is, who the hell has such a chance of ups and downs?

After studying for half his life, he finally has today. Really, Lao Li can bear the pain and lift his half-meter-long breasts, so he can be regarded as a man of the city.

Zhang Fan also noticed the abnormality of Jiang Qinqin and Lao Li, but he didn't say much since the operation was almost over. Jiang Qinqin gritted his teeth, and Lao Li's eyes were full of fascinated gossip. He didn't even know why he chose such two assistants today.

"Oiled gauze! Oiled gauze!" Zhang Fan held up the oiled gauze and looked at Jiang Qinqin. After saying a few words, Jiang Qinqin was still staring at the breast in a daze.

Oiled gauze is actually made by soaking the gauze with Vaseline. The advantage of this gauze is that it has less adhesion and can also absorb the liquid secreted by the tissue.

Many young doctors often do not use oiled gauze when changing dressings. They are not trying to save money for the hospital, but to save trouble for themselves, or because they have poor surgical foundation and do not understand the function of oiled gauze.

Then the result was that when the patient came to change the dressing on the third day, when the gauze was removed, he cried out in pain.

And the wound was accidentally stained and ruptured.

Especially for this kind of transplant wound, if the dry gauze is applied directly, it will be fatal. If the original successful operation is not done well, it will be ruined by a piece of gauze.

What Zhang Fan didn't know was that in Jiang Qinqin's mind, Zhang Fan was chasing and whipping Zhang Fan like a bark licking the soles of her feet!

After sticking the oil gauze, start bandaging.

Medically, the simplest bandaging is finger toe bandaging, while long bone bandaging is relatively difficult, because bandaging too loose will not work, and bandaging too tight will lead to poor circulation and osteofascial compartment syndrome.

The most difficult is the oval organ bandaging.

Such as the head, such as the elephant with Crayon Shin-chan. These organs are the worst to bandage.

Some experts bandaged the head,

Just like the ancient Thai pagodas layer by layer, it is not only beautiful but also reliable. The novice's bandaged head, if you move it a little, it's a fucking hornet's nest, or a honeycomb dug by Brother Xiong.

As for Crayon Shin-chan's elephant, this thing looks small, but this thing can become bigger and smaller. Therefore, in order to save trouble, many doctors directly buckled disposable paper cups and went to f*cking bandages. In fact, this is also a technical improvement.

Zhang Fan's bandaged breast, like a milky white bamboo shoot, is not only beautiful, but also upright. Just like Wei Chunhua sang Zizhu, a slave came to climb, the old lady's injured breast immediately stood upright, huge and erect.

Really, the most plump models with golden retrievers probably don't have this size.

The surgery is over.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, the two assistants are really amazing today.

After the operation, Zhang Fan was a little scared, it was too scary. One god and two pits did not overturn the car, it was really fate. Zhang Fan felt that since he became the dean, he had never encountered such an assistant. Back then, Lucky Cat Old Nuer was better than these two.

Jiang Qinqin also breathed a sigh of relief. The operation was finally over. She was digging desperately on the operating table with her five toes.

And Li Cunhou also breathed a sigh of relief, because he can go out to show off, and his highlight moment has come!

"How is brother treating you?" Lao Li moved closer to Zhang Fan and grabbed Zhang Fan's arm.

"That's it!" Zhang Fan said angrily.

"What? You want materials, and without further ado, I turned down the invitation of the principal of Modu Wang, and sent you materials thousands of miles away by plane like a postman, and now you say that's it!" Lao Li jumped up and scolded the street. up.

"It can't be better. Is it okay? You won't be touching my share?" Zhang Fan glanced at Lao Li.

"Brother, pattern, pattern, do you think I am that kind of person?" Old Li was helpless.

"If you give me more shares, I will think you are not that kind of person." Zhang Fan smiled slightly.

"You are so beautiful. All right, I will go out later. Just treat me as your leader, and I am the instructor of the current experiment."

"Understood, carrying the sedan chair, I understand this very well. Okay, there is no problem at all."

...

Lao Li and Zhang Fan walked out of the operating room at the same time. Lao Li was in front, Zhang Fan was slightly behind, and three doctors followed behind Lao Li. Jiang Qinqin was kicked out of the pretentious team by Lao Li because she was too beautiful, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were obviously swollen.

Then, Lao Li put on airs and said to Zhang Fan: "Well, today is considered to have fully met my expectations. But there is one thing, you must pay attention to the next operation, you must minimize the damage to the blood vessels as I did, and ..."

A group of people pretended to be studying how to improve or improve the operation. Lao Li was talking, and several other people saw Zhang Fan nodding, and the others also nodded.

Lao Li gave such a successful speech that he has never used in his life. While speaking, he waited, waiting for the impatient and orderly footsteps of the crowd. Waiting for him to stop speaking to a thronging crowd.

Amidst the melodious and frustrating, he saw Zhang Fan staring behind him with wide-eyed eyes. He was a little unhappy, he had clearly agreed to carry the sedan chair, this shit is almost over, why are you opening your mouth, eating carrots?

He looked at Zhang Fan dissatisfied, but finally he understood that something went wrong.

Then look back.

He cried.

What about this Nima?

The people in the observation room were originally arranged, but there are only a hundred people.

What about the golden retriever?

What about the guy with the stick?

What about the meatballs?

What about the Pfizer people?

What about the people in Baiyun Mountain?

What about Yang Sen's people?

What is an old lady doing here? To scare ghosts?

Lao Li asked Ouyang with a crying voice: "Ouyuan, what are you doing here? Where are the others!"

Really, if Lao Li had been younger, he would have been squatting in the corner crying and crying.

"You, you, how old are you, and you still don't pay attention. How did you come back from the Golden Retriever country? Why did you behave like a lost dog in the first place.

What do you think they are chasing and praising you now? "

Ouyang changed his tone and took a step like a confidant big sister. I started to care about Lao Li.

As soon as Zhang Fan heard it, he knew that something must happen. Suddenly, his heart pounded, "Could it be that this old lady wants to hack Lao Li's technology? It shouldn't be, the Chasu Pharmaceutical Factory wants to cut off the beard? It doesn't have such a good mouth!"

Zhang Fan glanced at Ouyang suspiciously.

Ouyang glanced at Zhang Fan, meaning to hurry to help.

Zhang Fan understood in seconds. Although he didn't know what was going on, he must stand with Ouyang now.

"That's right, I think there will be more research and discussion on this kind of observation surgery in the future."

Zhang Fan didn't know what was going on, but at least he wouldn't be left alone after talking like a car, followed by Ouyang's words.

When talking and communicating, you are afraid of being cold and the other party thinking calmly.

Ouyang's communication is always three-pointed. When opening the door, first remember bitterness and sweetness, then give examples to prove it, and finally show your sharpness.

The effect is hard to say. Those who are willing to listen can say whatever they want, and those who don't want to listen, what you say is extravagant, and he will not change his original intention.

Zhang Fan listened for a long time before he finally understood. The materials are not internationalized, they are only produced domestically, and they do not even apply for patents.

Zhang Fan felt that this was really a bit difficult. Seeing that he was about to become famous, this hammer came down. No one can accept it.

Li Cunhou opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Ouyang also wanted to say something, Zhang Fan shook his head, and let Ouyang and several doctors leave the operating room.

In the observation room, there were only Zhang Fan and Lao Li.

Lao Li lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are you worried that the country will hack your patent?" Zhang Fan asked in a low voice, like a thief.

"It's too dark, I just thought, I can finally feel proud, I can finally overwhelm my brother and the others." In fact, there is still a word left, maybe there is a chance to win the Nobel Prize, because Pfizer has already promised him , worked for him.

He just didn't have the nerve to say it.

"Oh!" Zhang Fan thought for a while, "You have been a top student all your life, and I guess you have never experienced the mentality of a scumbag. When I was applying for a job in Lanshi, I will never forget the bitterness in my life. Later, my technology made a little progress. I just thought that one day, I would stand at the gate of Lanshi Hospital and shout at them: You guys are all blind, I am the best."

Lao Li looked at Zhang Fan like a fool.

Zhang Fan said seriously: "Don't think I'm talking nonsense, I really had this idea before. Later, I met the old professor who taught me biochemistry in the capital.

The two sons of their family are all academicians, and he has been nominated countless times, but every time he was rejected because of his age.

The old man shouted that he had no eyes but no eyes, but he still went back to Lanshi to take care of undergraduates. Just to make the younger generation mature earlier.

Seeing that the old man saw that I was shining in other places without mentioning my alma mater, the old man's face was gloomy. Really, at that time, I was actually not feeling well. People, especially educated people like you, still need to have roots. "

"Roots? Where are my roots?"