Zhu Liangchen sat in his office and stared blankly at the computer screen. Countless thoughts intertwined in his mind, but in the end, it turned blank.
The huge commotion in the ward opposite him made his internal organs burn.
But there was no way. There was no way at all.
He was only regretting that all of this should have belonged to him, not Zhou Chunyong!
Early in the morning, Boss Kong called and told him that Zhou Chunyong had personally come to pick up Boss Zheng.
Boss Kong described Zhou Chunyong's condition very seriously.
He stood at the entrance of the ward. Forget about the doctor's office, he did not even dare to enter the ward. His waist was slightly bent, and he had a respectful attitude.
These descriptions were already enough.
Old Zhou …
Zhu Liangchen sat in his office and cursed countless simps in his heart. Shameless!
But in the end, he sat down dejectedly, knowing that he was wrong. He had been wrong from the very beginning.
When it came to a keen sense of smell, he was not inferior to Zhou Chunyong.
As soon as the earthquake relief ended, Boss Kong returned from the frontline and went to look for them himself. But what exactly happened after that? Why did he and Boss Zheng get further and further apart?
Zhu Liangchen did countless reflections.
Time passed bit by bit, and the image that appeared on the computer screen was the image of the Xinglin Garden surgery live broadcast room.
The surgeon was skillfully operating. With Zhu Liangchen's understanding of Zhou Chunyong, he knew that Chief Zhou's surgical skills had improved greatly in just half a month.
He had unknowingly been left behind.
He quietly looked at the image on the screen. The hemostatic forceps kept hitting the surgeon's radial process.
In Zhu Liangchen's opinion, the hemostatic forceps were a little harsh. He even thought that they were done on purpose.
The young man with the hemostatic forceps was showing off his dignity!
Those details weren't important at all. In fact, they weren't even necessary.
However, the surgeon did not resist at all, appearing a little timid. If he did not know that the surgeon was definitely Zhou Chunyong, Zhu Liangchen would not have believed it.
An image appeared in his mind.
In the interventional radiology operating theater, Zhou Chunyong had a kind and humble expression on his face as he allowed the hemostatic forceps to hit his radial process. Even though he was being beaten, he still had to say that it was a good beating... Was this a master beating his disciple?
This kind of action that was humiliating in Zhu Liangchen's eyes, Zhou Chunyong was actually willing to do it. Could it be that she was wrong? Zhu Liangchen looked at the computer screen and was deep in thought.
He knew Zhou Chunyong's level better than he did.
As an "enemy", Zhu Liangchen had carefully studied Zhou Chunyong's surgery countless times!
Zhu Liangchen knew every small problem and every detail that could lead to the failure of the surgery.
However, these flaws and details were slowly disappearing.
That was not the main point. With the young Boss Zheng's guidance, Zhou Chunyong's improvement was expected.
But what next?
In Zhou Chunyong's technique, he added a lot of small details that he didn't think were necessary.
At first glance, these details did not seem to be necessary at all. Zhu Liangchen's first feeling was that it increased the complexity of the surgery, which would shorten his career.
After all, he was already in his fifties, and it was inevitable that his bodily functions would deteriorate.
However, when Zhu Liangchen flipped through the surgery that had just passed and looked at it again, he felt that it was completely natural.
When watching the live broadcast of the surgery, the surgery process became fragmented because of the beating of hemostatic forceps.
However, if one focused on the image and removed the parts that were hit by the hemostatic forceps, the overall surgery was almost perfect!
Was this the meaning of being hit by the hemostatic forceps?
Zhu Liangchen's hands were trembling.
He also yearned for improvement. Only by improving could he be invincible.
He had been fighting hand-to-hand with Zhou Chunyong for so many years, but there was no clear winner because the two of them were about the same level of skill. Zhou Chunyong was domineering, and Zhu Liangchen was not inferior to him.
Whether it was a head-on clash or a contest of soft strength, the two of them were evenly matched.
Although Zhu Liangchen was slightly at a disadvantage, in a battle at this level, this little bit of weakness was nothing.
However, with the appearance of Boss Zheng, the balance began to tilt. Moreover, it was tilted at an accelerated speed, which made Zhu Liangchen extremely terrified.
Regret?
That was meaningless.
The past was already in the past. No matter how much he regretted it, it was useless.
Zhu Liangchen knew that he should think about what to do next.
In an instant, Zhu Liangchen even had the urge to resign and go to the 912's Boss Zheng's medical team to study.
There were plenty of surgeries there.
Boss Kong said that the community hospital was in the process of being renovated. There were a hundred beds, and there were almost unlimited additional beds.
In other words, in a month's time, Boss Zheng's surgical volume in the 912 would break through the sky. In the country, no one could compare to him.
Even the Interventional Department of the largest rural hospital in the universe could not be compared to Boss Zheng.
If he went over, there would definitely be surgeries to do. There was no doubt about this.
Regardless of whether it was his technical level or his relationship with Boss Kong, Boss Zheng would treat him differently.
However, this thought only appeared for a moment before it was extinguished by Zhu Liangchen.
After enduring for many years, he finally managed to carry Zhou Chunyong to the position of the director of the second Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Interventional Surgery in the Imperial Capital. Now, he had to give up all of this and start all over again?
Impossible!
Zhu Liangchen knew that he did not have the courage to do so.
Perhaps twenty years ago, he would have gone on a whim. At most, he would have started all over again.
But now, he was already fifty …
What should he do?
When he thought of this problem, Zhu Liangchen's mind was filled with Zhou Chunyong's fawning face.
Not to mention the doctors who were here for training, even the doctors from his own family and even the professors who led the group rarely saw Zhou Chunyong's smiling face.
His naturally gloomy face completely disappeared in front of the young Boss Zheng. It was as if he had become a different person.
MD！
Zhu Liangchen felt angry when he thought of Zhou Chunyong standing at the entrance of the 912's Interventional Department ward with his waist slightly bent at a 5 ° and a respectful look on his face.
If he could do it, why couldn't he do it?
This belief supported Zhu Liangchen to improve his technical level. In the end, he forcefully split half of the world from Zhou Chunyong's hands.
And now, this belief appeared again.
Face? That was not important. Face was given by others, not put on by oneself.
Zhu Liangchen closed his eyes and stopped watching the live broadcast of the surgery.
With his level, it was enough to see this much. If he wanted to improve further, he would need the hemostatic forceps to continuously hit his wrist. He would need the pain stimulation of the radial process to upgrade.
So be it. Zhu Liangchen stood up, and his eyes became calm and gentle.
The struggle and hesitation disappeared. There was only the firm belief he had when he resisted Zhou Chunyong many years ago.
He put on his white clothes and tidied up in front of the mirror.
He wanted to smile, but the muscles on his face were stiff. Zhu Liangchen frowned. He placed his hands on his face and pulled out a smile.
Yes, that was it!
"Woof!" Zhu Liangchen barked at the mirror.
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