Chapter 1738 Spit Out the Wife's Slot (Leader Avera Plus 1)

Today, 912 held the National Annual Meeting of Vascular Surgery.

The venues take turns to sit in the village, because there is no conclusion about the strongest hospital in vascular surgery in the country. Just like the martial arts conference, everyone takes turns to hold it, and no one can dominate this matter.

Everyone is about the same level, like Director Mao Chimao from 912 and Director Sun Chaosun from the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, former classmates. Talent, luck, hard work are similar, and the final achievements are similar.

The same is true on the Demon City side. There is not a single Daniel-level figure who dominates the world in the academic field.

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

A few or a dozen academically top-ranking directors sat together, chatting nonsense, and telling some guesses that were not dared to say before, to see who has a better grasp of the future direction of science and technology .

Talking and laughing, it's fun.

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

Moreover, when the official meeting was held, the president of the 912 Hospital, which was the host, gave a speech, and everyone could not let go of their emotions.

Vice President Yuan is not here today, so it is more casual.

After talking about the changes in vascular surgery in the past year and imagining the new technologies that may be carried out in the next year, everyone still has no idea after lunch.

The people are almost gone, and only six or seven directors from all over the country are still gathered to chat.

"Director Mao, your level hasn't declined in recent years, but you have been steadily rising. You are truly amazing." A director of a provincial capital took no time to say something that made Mao Chi happy.

If it were a few days ago, Mao Chi would definitely smile, tacitly acknowledging this.

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

It's a must-do thing.

Smoking and drinking are not allowed, not completely banned, at least it should be touched as little as possible.

Insist on exercising every day and watch less electronic products. As for dramas, novels, etc., watching them for a long time can damage the eyes a lot.

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

Mao Chi is already fifty-four years old, and his eyes are still green. It can be said that the maintenance is really good.

but,

This was an idea a few days ago.

Since he called Boss Zheng to save Taiwan, he was decided by Boss Zheng, no longer tried interventional surgery, and opened his chest directly, Mao Chi also had certain doubts about his technical level.

But this kind of self-denial was deeply buried in his heart. Once he began to doubt himself, he would not have to do the surgery.

Facing the compliments without hesitation, Mao Chi just smiled and said, "Old man, the world in the future will belong to you young people."

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

"Yeah, old man. Director Mao, what do you usually do at home?" Director Sun Chao asked with a smile. He didn't want to see others flattering Mao and inadvertently diverting the topic.

"Look at the NBA, one game a day, no matter how much I'm afraid my eyes won't be able to bear it." Mao Chi smiled.

"Oh? Every day? So regularly?"

"Well, I don't listen to the commentary, nor do I watch the news. I look for videos on the Internet, go home from get off work every day, watch a game, and pretend to watch the live broadcast." At the time, the moment of youthful sweat on the basketball court.

"Director Mao, aren't you tired of watching so many games?" a non-local director asked jokingly.

"I'm not tired." Mao Chi smiled: "Maybe because I'm a simple-minded person, I can be happy just by sitting at home and watching the game."

"Where's my sister-in-law? Will I watch it with you?" Sun Chao asked.

Mao Chi felt a little embarrassed about this issue.

In fact, he himself also had the idea of ​​​​to block Mao Chi. A few days ago, the bullet embolized, and the young calf of 912 swept the affiliated hospital of the Imperial Medical University. Many old directors of the affiliated hospital were not satisfied.

So much so that when seeing Mao Chi, an old friend of 912, Director Sun Chao's eyes glowed green, like a hungry wolf.

It would be great if we could get the place back.

But Sun Chao knew that this was unlikely. It would be good if his level was on par with Mao's, and 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 breeze blowing from the back of his head. He looked back subconsciously and confirmed that he was not at home before continuing.

"That's how women are, so they're unhappy every day. They're like lizards, with two eyes that can see in two different directions." Mao Chi raised his fist and placed it on his cheekbones.

Cute, a little cute.

It was just those words that hit the hearts of several old men present.

"They see their beloved shoes with one eye, and the young girl walking by with the other eye, thinking in their hearts, my mother, when I was young, I was thinner and better-looking than you. Even if I am old, my temperament is better than yours. ."

Hahaha, everyone in the audience laughed.

Very relaxed and casual.

"After a long time, I realized one thing, do you know what makes a woman happy?" Mao Chi paused.

No one knows how to answer this question.

"Nothing!" Mao Chi said with certainty, "Nothing can make them happy!"

"Afterwards, I focused on the NBA, and I went home every day, drinking some red wine, a small glass, eating peanuts, scolding the referees, scolding the players, how about Ross, how about Durant, very happy of."

"Happy time for such a person is really the best time."

Mao Chi was obviously immersed in the atmosphere of going home and sitting in front of the TV watching the game every day, unable to extricate himself.

"Old Mao, if your wife knew that you can get so much happiness watching the NBA, why would she want to get involved?" Sun Chao laughed and stabbed at the right time.

They were classmates at the time, and Mao Chi's wife was a flower in the Gao Nursing class. In the end, Mao Chi picked it up, and now I still feel a pain in my heart when I think about it.

"That's pure jealousy!" Mao Chi was very relaxed. After all, his wife was not around, and he didn't care about Sun Chao's words, but released his emotions very purely.

"She must be jealous of me, jealous that I can feel real joy and happiness in front of the TV. It makes her feel unbalanced, so she wants to mess up and ruin it all!"

Mao Chi whispered, and at this moment, he was aware of an inexplicable danger. It's like his wife is holding a frying pan and standing behind her.

The phone rang, startling Mao Zhi.

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