The days are gradually returning to normal again, and every day is busy and fulfilling.

I have surgery, rounds, check the patient's recovery every day, and then I have time to make fun of the young nurses.

Of course, most of the time, Zhang Kun is teased by the nurses.

Especially Nie Ping, she would stick to Zhang Kun almost as soon as she had free time, while other nurses kept making excuses.

OK, Zhang Kun knew Nie Ping was interesting to him, but he was really not mentally prepared.

So I'll drag it first. At least every time Nie Ping said that she would go out to play together and eat, Zhang Kun had never been there before.

In fact, Zhang Kun has no time to go.

I have to go to work during the day and I am so busy that I have to go back to the hotel to do my summer homework at night.

It's really hell, school is about to start, but he still has half of his summer homework.

However, although he was very busy, Zhang Kun began to really like this kind of life, especially the job as a doctor.

Every time he operates, he is saving a patient and helping others remove diseases and pain.

Whenever Zhang Kun walked into the operating room, he could see that the patient's family looked at his expectation, request, and entrusted eyes. They were entrusting the patient's life to Zhang Kun.

Health is bound by life!

Zhang Kun really felt this feeling.

So Zhang Kun has to work hard, he has to work hard, and he has tried his best every time he operates.

"I am willing to use my beautiful heart and superb technology to protect every patient and continue the patient's life!"

This is what Zhang Kun saw on the wall of the hospital. From the moment he saw it, he remembered it deeply, because this may be his goal in his future life.

On that day, after lunch from the cafeteria, Zhang Kun easily returned to the Department of Brain and Neurosurgery.

Today, Zhang Kun had no surgical arrangements. He had already done the rounds. He had finished writing the doctor's instructions that needed to be revised. He had also visited the patients who should go to the examination.

In short, it seems that he has finished all he should be busy today.

Then Zhang Kun had a very rare time to have a leisure time.

Chatting with the young nurses in the nurse's room, suddenly Zhang Kun's cell phone rang.

"Hey, Dr. Zhang? No, it's Director Zhang now, haha, are you busy?"

It was Li Jin, Zhang Kun smiled when he heard the voice: "It's okay, I'm not very busy. Is there anything wrong with Dr. Li?"

"Well, Director Zhang, if you have time, come to the outpatient clinic to help. I'm almost out of my way!" Li Jin said with a wry smile.

"Huh?" Zhang Kun was stunned. He had indeed not been to the outpatient clinic for a long time. Speaking of which, he also worked part-time as an intern in the outpatient department.

So, if there is really a need for help there, Zhang Kun will naturally not refuse.

"I understand, I'll come over right away!" After saying that, Zhang Kun hung up the phone, then gave the head nurse a few instructions, asked him to tell Director Tang and the others, and then went to the outpatient clinic.

The Department of Brain and Neurosurgery is on the ninth floor of the inpatient department, while the outpatient clinic is on the first floor of the medical building.

When Zhang Kun came to the internal medicine department of the outpatient clinic, Li Jin was treating a middle-aged man in his thirties. He sat on a rest chair in the clinic, and at least seven or eight patients waiting for diagnosis.

As for the door, okay, there are several more standing there, because there are only so many rest chairs, and seven or eight people are almost unable to sit down.

Zhang Kun walked into the clinic in a white coat. Li Jin saw it at a glance and quickly greeted: "Director Zhang, come quickly and help. Some of the patients have been waiting for a long time."

Zhang Kun nodded and sat opposite Li Jin's desk. Li Jin introduced to the patient: "This is the deputy director of our central hospital and Director Zhang."

The patients who were waiting for him saw that although Zhang Kun was wearing a white coat, they didn’t care much about it. After all, Zhang Kun’s age was there.

Although Zhang Kun intends to make his clothes look more mature, no matter how he looks, he will never be more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

Therefore, most patients regard Zhang Kun as similar interns or even trainee doctors. Many hospitals have such people, and some patients also know about it.

So, they didn't care much about Zhang Kun. Everyone was not relieved to be an intern doctor or even an intern doctor. Anyway, they had already arrived. Just wait a little longer.

It's impossible to joke about your body.

Don’t treat this intern, what if your condition worsens?

With such doubts, the patients would rather wait here than let the doctor next to him who seemed to have a better medical skill to treat him.

However, when Li Jin introduced Zhang Kun, everyone was shocked.

Deputy Director of the Central Hospital?

Chief doctor?

Well, it can be said that many patients do not actually understand the position division in the hospital.

The deputy director and the deputy chief physician are completely different. One is a position in the hospital and the other is a doctor's title.

However, this did not prevent the patient from becoming enthusiastic about Zhang Kun in an instant.

Deputy Director, it sounds a little better, and his medical skills must be very good, at least he can be a deputy director.

Suddenly, two or three patients rushed to Zhang Kun’s desk.

Zhang Kun was amused and crying, okay, this is a deformed development in the medical community in China now.

Ordinary people’s judgment of medical skills depends entirely on age and position to distinguish between their superiority and position.

But forget it, these things are not something that Zhang Kun can control. At least there are so many patients waiting here. Let’s solve some of them first.

Zhang Kun and Li Jin smiled at each other, then took the patient's registration form one after another and began to diagnose the patient.

...

After an hour, the number of patients gradually decreased. After all, it was much faster for two people to see a doctor.

Moreover, he inherited all of Ye Nantian's medical knowledge, Zhang Kun is not worse than those elderly doctors in theory and experience.

At least after seeing Zhang Kun diagnose the patient, Li Jin deeply believed that at least he was definitely not as good as Zhang Kun.

No wonder the hospital promoted Zhang Kun to deputy director, and there is definitely a reason.

"I said to Dr. Li, what happened today? There are so many patients, so can't I come to help?"

After prescribing the diagnosis for the last patient, Zhang Kun said and said, "I missed my mouth to the internal medicine office of the outpatient clinic next to me."

Li Jin smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Doctor Wang took a leave a few days ago, and it was a month off. Then today, Dr. Zhou came and asked for a day off. Director Deng went to the meeting after lunch, so I am the only one for the time being."

Zhang Kun blinked, OK, this situation is indeed... How can I say it? Li Jin is unlucky.

Usually, four formal doctors come to work.

The chance of encountering such a situation is small enough. Moreover, there seem to be a lot of patients today.

Although the patients had finished all the patients, Zhang Kun was not in a hurry to go back for a while. Today, the cerebral neurosurgery was done almost all, and there were two directors, Tang Guohua and Xie Zhitian, who were in charge.

So Zhang Kun decided to stay in the outpatient clinic for a while, at least when Director Deng comes back, otherwise, Li Jin might be too busy again.

With random thoughts, another figure suddenly sat at Zhang Kun’s desk.

When the patient came, Zhang Kun stopped chatting and didn't raise his head. He directly took the registration form handed over by the patient.

"What's the name? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"My stomach is a little uncomfortable!"

Zhang Kun was stunned, his voice seemed a little familiar.

After blinking, Zhang Kun glanced at the registration list and suddenly was stunned.

Zhou, Zhou Yaqi?

No, probably not, she probably won't be here, yes, maybe it's the same name.

Zhang Kun carefully raised his head and looked at the patient.

"Zhang Kun?" The patient at the desk was also surprised, his eyes filled with disbelief: "It's really you?"

Zhang Kun smiled awkwardly and looked at the familiar beauty in front of him.

"Yes, yes, long time no see, classmate Qiqi!"
Chapter completed!