Chapter 3665 [3665] Weird Destination
Thinking of those gossips, He Xiangyu boldly said: "Senior Brother Tao, congratulations on becoming the director like Senior Brother Cao."
After the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department moved to the new building, it was officially renamed the Hepatobiliary, Pancreatic and Spleen Center and Liver Transplantation Center. The expanded department could no longer have only one ward and was divided into two areas. Capable young and middle-aged doctors are promoted to leaders and take on new important responsibilities.
Upon receiving her congratulations, Tao Zhijie's expression remained unchanged and he didn't say a word of greeting.
Maybe he felt that he was too familiar with Junior Sister He, so there was no need to say polite words.
Also, he, Cao Yong and others had been the default leadership candidates long ago, so the news of these promotions is not surprising now.
Based on this, He Xiangyu thought that Senior Brother Tao came here as the new leader. After work, he came to check the progress of the internal decoration and other work of his new department, so as to encourage the people under him to work.
After a while, she realized how wrong she was.
Here, I walked over, without going into the new ward for inspection or into the office. I passed by the corridors one by one. The place where I finally entered was - He Xiangyu stood at the door and made sure that her eyes had read correctly what was written on the sign outside the door. The line with the words "Pathology Specimen Room" on it.
These historical items that have little to do with the current clinical treatment of patients must be moved first. It's just that the doctor is in trouble. He wants to find some pathological specimens from the past. During this time, he needs to run around in the new surgical building.
At night, the doctor came to the herbarium to look for historical pathology specimens. The scene seemed a bit like a horror movie imagined by outsiders. Under a little light in the darkness, he took out a human organ soaked in a bottle of formalin solution. The face looked weird?
Similar movie scenes suddenly appeared in He Xiangyu's mind.
She is a pathologist herself, and she also knows that horror movies in hospitals are nonsense that is divorced from reality.
The doctor's search for historical pathological specimens was not filled with horror, but rather an engineering nature, and the atmosphere was shrouded in a cultural film.
The lights in the pathology specimen room are large white lights, which turn into daylight when opened, making it easier for staff to find specimens. So I came here just for work.
For doctors, the specimens on each shelf are a historical trace of each patient's struggle against the disease, and a history book of mankind's battle against the disease.
There are no shabby horror films here, only documentaries of respect and remembrance.
Seeing him stop in front of the shelf and looking at the specimen in the glass bottle, He Xiangyu understood why she thought of horror movies, because she was about to become the heroine of a horror movie and wanted to run out of the door to escape. Who asked her to be here? He is definitely guilty to the point of being completely guilty.
Back away, she was about to back to the door while no one was paying attention. Fortunately, she thought he might not notice her trying to escape, but when she heard footsteps approaching from outside, she suddenly stopped. The hair all over her body was like the hair of Sun Wukong who couldn't escape from the palm of Tathagata Buddha.
Who else is coming?
Turning around, she saw the famous poker face from the second department of general surgery, and her soul was about to fly out of her body.
Tan Linzai scanned her face carefully, and after confirming that it was her, he said to Tao Zhijie inside: "Did you invite her here, Doctor Tao?"
"No." He Xiangyu rushed to say.
No? Why are you here?
The corners of Tao Zhijie's mouth curled up.
He Xiangyu glanced at his expression and wanted to cry: She was taking the initiative to enter the urn.