In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 100 Another Patient
Wang Suli was very satisfied, and when Song Hongguo felt that her throat was dry and stopped, she said excitedly, "Xiao Song, what you said is really good, I think it is necessary to write it down, and it is best to organize it into a professional academic What do you think if the article is published, it can help more comrades engaged in this field?"

Hearing this, Qi Meishu's complex emotions just turned into sourness. How much honor and dignity is it to publish an article?
How did it fall on Song Hongguo so easily?

Han Xue is also envious, but she is not jealous. She has self-knowledge, not to mention writing professional articles. She struggles to write essays in school. Besides, she has no experience and knowledge to share. Chang Le.

Song Hongguo was somewhat surprised. After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Director, for your kindness. I am naturally willing to communicate with more colleagues, but what I am talking about now is just some of my personal experience. Accurate, just because you trust me, doesn’t mean that other people don’t have doubts. Why don’t you contact more patients, and I’ll make a few more records. It will be more convincing with the support of data theory, and it’s safe to publish it at that time. What do you think? how?"

How can she feel?She thought it was too good, what Song Hongguo said was completely close to her heart, Wang Suli slapped her chin vigorously, her joy and excitement were beyond words, "Okay, okay, don't be impatient, don't rush for quick success, what a good comrade , just listen to you, let’s sort out more patient records and use your experience to make a diagnosis. I dare not say that it is 100% accurate. As long as the accuracy rate reaches [-]%, I think it is necessary to promote it, especially to those remote areas. In communal hospitals, the level of doctors is already low, and they really need to learn this."

After finishing speaking, he thought of something and asked tentatively, "Xiao Song, can you do the cesarean section alone?"

Song Hongguo thought it over, "It's fine, but I've just been assigned, so the patient might have concerns..."

When Wang Suli heard this, she made a decision directly, "It's easy to handle, you are the chief surgeon, and I will be your assistant. If there is any situation on stage, I can also help in time."

Song Hongguo smiled, "That would be great, thank you Director."

Wang Suli waved her hand, "It's all for work."

It has to be said that as the director of the department, Wang Suli has soft ears and blemishes, but her flaws are not concealed. Her open-mindedness, dedication to the department, subordinates, and the hospital is quite convincing.

It also reflects from the side that people these days are really simple.

The system has been quiet for a long time, and now it jumped out to flatter, "Host, you are also very arrogant, just now you shared your experience and knowledge without hiding anything, it is simply too handsome, your righteousness is beyond the sky..."

Song Hongguo was speechless, "Is Yibo Yuntian using it like this?"

"Hee hee, don't worry about such details. You know I'm praising you. Of course, this Wang Suli is also good. Another narrow-minded director, either to suppress your limelight and avoid threatening his status, or secretly She takes your knowledge as her own, but she is dedicated to the public, and encourages you to write and publish articles, host, this is a good opportunity to become famous, you have to seize it, write well, when you gain popularity, you Then you have the right to speak, then you can do more things..."

Song Hongguo didn't hate it this time. After thinking about it for a while, she made up her mind, "You're right."

The system was secretly happy, and couldn't wait to say, "Then I'll help you find some more information on this in the bookstore, and you can write more technically by then."

Song Hongguo nodded in agreement.

At ten o'clock, another patient came in, named Wang Dahua, who was also expecting to give birth. This time it was simple and easy. The patient was in her 30s and had already given birth to several times before. She was very skilled in business and did not complain Shouting, she found the delivery bed and lay down on it. After Song Hongguo checked, the cervix was almost fully dilated. If she came a little later, the baby might be born on the way.

Song Hongguo, "..."

Some are too hypocritical, some are not too hypocritical, and she is asked to put them on the booth.

When she saw that the cotton trousers she was wearing were still stained with blood and traces of amniotic fluid, she didn't know what to say when she thought that she had come to the hospital for treatment in full view of everyone.

Wang Dahua only cares about one thing, "Doctor, is my baby a son?"

Song Hongguo saw her lying there, as if she didn't know the pain, just stared at herself with longing, and said speechlessly, "I'm going to give birth soon, and you'll know when she's born?"

"But I want to know now..."

"Then I can't help it. I can't see a man or a woman."

Wang Dahua didn't seem to believe it, and begged, "Doctor, please, just tell me, I have already given birth to three losers, if this is not a son, my man will kill me, just tell me ..."

"I can't give you reassurance." Song Hongguo was so calm that he was almost ruthless, "From the moment you conceived, his gender is doomed, and no one can change it. Whether it is a son or a daughter, they are all your children. It is you. Fate with him, if your husband does something to you because of this, it is his problem, you can find the unit leader to coordinate the conflict, do his ideological work well, let him understand that sons and daughters are the same, that is the fundamental solution solution to the problem."

She still couldn't hold back, and said a few more words, which simply violated her principle of not being nosy.

But Wang Dahua couldn't listen, and murmured obsessively, "How can a son and a daughter be the same? The daughters are losers, and the son is the root. If there is no root, what else is there to do?"

Song Hongguo, "..."

Come on, don't try to persuade her, it's useless, such a person even looks down on herself, what else can she say?The only remaining sympathy is to hope that she can get what she wants.

But unfortunately, things backfired.

Ten minutes later, the baby was born, a little over four catties, and as thin as a kitten. Song Hongguo cleaned up the foreign objects in her mouth, but she didn't dare to pat her on the back. Very feeble, it makes people sad to hear it.

Wang Dahua couldn't wait to sit up and look at the child, but Song Hongguo pushed her back, "Lie down, it's not finished yet."

"Is it a son? Is it a son?"

She asked repeatedly, her expression almost crazy, Song Hongguo couldn't bear to show her, the little nurse who was helping at the side curled her lips and said, "It's a little girl."

"What?" Wang Dahua couldn't accept it at all, "I don't believe it, how could he be a money loser again? My mother touched my belly and said it was a son, how could it change? Impossible..."

(End of this chapter)