Today, the 912 was holding the annual meeting of the National Vascular Surgery Association.
The organizers took turns to be the host because the strongest hospital in the country's vascular surgery department had not come to a conclusion. Just like the Martial Arts Conference, everyone took turns to hold it. No one could dominate this matter.
Everyone's level was about the same. For example, Chief Mao Chi of the 912 and Chief Sun Chao of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University were former classmates. Talent, opportunities, and hard work were about the same. The final achievements were also similar.
It was the same in Sorcery Capital. There was no one who could dominate the world in the academic field.
The meeting had begun yesterday, and today, it was time for the tea party.
A few or more than ten top academic directors sat together, chatting and chatting. They told them some of the guesses that they did not dare to say before to see who had a more accurate grasp of the future direction of technology.
They chatted and laughed, and it was a happy and harmonious atmosphere.
There was no scheming. It was just a simple academic debate that did not involve interests. This was the best way.
Moreover, during the formal meeting, the director of the 912 Hospital, as the host, appeared to speak. Everyone could not let go of their emotions.
Today, Deputy Director Yuan was not around, so they were more casual.
After talking about the changes in the vascular surgery department in the past year and imagining the new techniques that might be developed in the next year, everyone was still not satisfied after lunch.
Most of the people had left. Only six or seven directors from all over the country were still gathered together and chatting.
"Chief Mao, your level has not decreased in the past few years. Instead, it has increased steadily. You're really a god." A director from another province seized the opportunity to say something that made Mao Chi happy.
If it had been a few days ago, Mao Chi would definitely have smiled and tacitly agreed to this point.
It was impossible to maintain a professional state and be able to perform high-level surgeries in the twilight years of his career without paying a considerable price.
It was necessary to clear his mind and reduce his desires.
He could not smoke or drink. It was not completely forbidden, but at the very least, he had to touch it as little as possible.
He had to exercise every day and look at electronic products less. As for series and the like, watching them for too long would cause great damage to his eyes.
There was an old saying in the Imperial Capital: 48 years old, spend a flower.
Mao Chi was already 54 years old, but his eyes were still not blurry. It could be said that he had taken good care of himself.
However..,
This was his thought a few days ago.
Ever since he called Boss Zheng to save the stage and was decided by Boss Zheng to stop trying to perform interventional surgery and directly open the chest, Mao Chi also had a certain degree of doubt about his own skill level.
However, this kind of self-denial was buried deep in his heart. Once he started to doubt himself, there was no need for the surgery.
Mao Chi only smiled at the generous compliments and said, "I'm old. The world will belong to you young people in the future."
The young people he was referring to did not include the directors in front of him. When he said this, Mao Chi only thought of one person — the doctor from the interventional radiology department, Boss Zheng.
"Yes, I'm old. Director Mao, what do you usually do at home? " Director Sun Chao asked with a smile. He could not bear to see others flattering Mao Chi unscrupulously, so he inadvertently changed the topic.
"Look at the NBA. One game a day. I'm afraid my eyes can't take it anymore," Mao Chi said with a smile.
"Oh? One a day? So regular? "
"Yes, I don't listen to the commentators, nor do I watch the news. Every day when I get home from work, I watch a match and pretend that I'm watching it live. " As Mao Chi spoke, he laughed and recalled the moment when he was in school, when he was sweating his youth on the basketball court.
"Director Mao, aren't you tired from watching so many games?" a foreign director asked jokingly.
"I'm not tired." Mao Chi smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I'm a simple-minded person. Just sitting at home and watching the game can make me happy."
"What about sister-in-law? Does she watch with you? "Sun Chao asked.
Mao Chi was henpecked. This question was a little heart-wrenching.
In fact, he also wanted to give Mao Chi a hard time. A few days ago, the bullet was embolized, and the young calf of the 912 swept through the First Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Capital Medical University. Many old directors of the First Affiliated Hospital were unconvinced.
So much so that now that he saw his old friend from the 912, Mao Chi, Director Sun's eyes shone with a green light, like a hungry wolf.
It would be great if he could get back at them.
However, Sun Chao knew that the possibility of this was not high. It was already not bad that his level was on par with Mao Chi's. If Mao Chi could not perform the surgery, he could not do it either.
"No, she can't focus on one thing." Mao Chi chuckled. When he spoke ill of his wife, he always felt a cold breeze behind his head. He subconsciously looked back and confirmed that she was not at home before continuing.
"Women are like this. That's why they're unhappy every day. They're like lizards. Their two eyes can see in two different directions. "As he spoke, Mao Chi raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and placed it on his cheekbone.
It was cute and a little cute.
However, these words hit the hearts of the old men present.
"One of their eyes looks at their beloved shoes, and the other at the young girl walking over. They think to themselves that when I was young, I was thinner and prettier than you. Even if I'm old, my temperament is still better than yours. "
Hahaha. Everyone present laughed.
It was very relaxed and casual.
"After a long time, I've realized one thing. Do you know what makes a woman happy?" Mao Chi paused for a moment.
No one knew how to answer this question.
"Nothing!" Mao Chi said with certainty. "Nothing can make them happy!"
"After that, I focused on the NBA. Every day, I go home, drink some red wine, eat peanuts, scold the referees, scold the players. How's Rose? How's Durant? I'm quite happy."
"This kind of happy time is the best time to be alone."
Mao Chi was clearly immersed in the atmosphere of sitting in front of the TV and watching the game every day.
"Old Mao, if your wife knew that you could get so much happiness from watching the NBA, would she want to participate?" Sun Chao laughed and stabbed him in the back at the right time.
They were classmates back then. Mao Chi's wife was the flower of the high school nurse class. In the end, Mao Chi got her. Thinking about it now, his heart still ached.
"That's pure jealousy!" Mao Chi was very relaxed. After all, his wife was not by his side. He did not care about what Sun Chao said. He was purely releasing his emotions.
"She must be jealous of me. Jealous that I can feel true happiness and happiness in front of the TV. This made her feel unbalanced, so she wanted to cause trouble and ruin everything! "
Mao Chi muttered in a low voice. At this moment, he felt an inexplicable danger. It was as if his wife was standing behind him with a frying pan in her hand.
His phone rang, startling Mao Chi.
"Chief Mao, neurosurgery, emergency consultation! Consider pulmonary embolism! "
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