Inside a public-private joint venture restaurant on the street.

Zhou Zheng looked at the stewed, fried eggs and bean juice in front of him and fell into confusion.

Is this big man named Li Donglai really my childhood friend?

Why don't you have any impression?

Have I forgotten?

It’s impossible. I was able to get into Beijing University by relying on my almost photographic memory.

Zhou Zheng put down his chopsticks uneasily.

Looking at Li Donglai holding his large intestine, he asked in a low voice: "Comrade Li Donglai, how old was I when we met?"

"About three years old." Li Donglai raised his head from the bowl, "I was eight years old at the time, and I took you with me all day long to play with dung beetles on the dung heap."

"You are so naughty. You like to play with dung beetles that have just emerged from the dung heap. I can't even hold them back."

"..." Zhou Zheng took a look at the large intestine and small intestine in the bowl and found it a bit hard to swallow.

However, when I was three years old, I still couldn’t remember things, so it’s no wonder that I have no memory.

Zhou Zheng thought for a moment and then asked: "I hear your accent sounds like a Beijing accent, not our southern accent?"

Li Donglai stuffed the whole sausage into his mouth and swallowed it with difficulty.

"Well, my family later moved to the capital, so of course I no longer have an accent."

After saying that, he suddenly widened his eyes, slammed his chopsticks onto the table, and pointed at Zhou Zheng with an aggrieved look: "You don't think I lied to you, do you?"

"We haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. I really have no memory at all." Zhou Zheng smiled awkwardly.

Li Donglai let out a long sigh and was not in the mood to eat: "I remember back then, when the children didn't play with you, you cried and shouted for me to carry you to the dunghill.

That way you can catch fresh dung beetles."

"Now that you have become a college student, you have forgotten your old friends.

It really disappoints me.”

"Well, brother Donglai, let's not talk about the dung beetle for now." Zhou Zhenggang stuffed the fat intestine into his mouth and wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't bear it.

"The dung beetle has been uncovered." Li Donglai pointed at the food on the table angrily, "Think about it, I can treat you to braised pork, but that doesn't explain everything?"

Zhou Zheng was speechless.

This large bowl of braised pork, a fried egg, and a cup of bean juice all cost 80 cents.

If you are not a very close friend, you will never treat them to a treat.

It seems that I am still too cautious.

I am a poor college student, what can I do to make others covet me?

Zhou Zheng thought like this, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

He said a little embarrassedly: "...Brother, don't be angry. I really have a bad memory and forgot."

"Hey, seeing as you were only three years old at the time, I won't argue with you.

Please pay for the meal later!" Li Donglai leaned back tactically and picked up the peaches.

Zhou Zheng:....

He took a deep breath and whispered: "I just saw that you seemed to have given the money and food stamps to the boss comrade."

Hiss...forgot about this.

In later generations, when going to a restaurant, people always eat first and pay later.

I was careless...

Li Donglai smiled awkwardly and changed the subject: "I see that the uniform you are wearing now is from Beijing University. That's great, Zhou Zhou."

"weekly?"

"Yes, when you were a child, you liked me to call you Zhou Zhou. If I didn't call you that, you would still cry!" Li Donglai pretended to believe it or not.

Zhou Zheng pursed his lips and felt a chill in his heart.

This nickname is too... lesbian.

Just when he was thinking about how to get Li Donglai to change his story, Li Donglai asked again: "Do you have a library in Beijing University?"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "Yes, it is still the largest in the country."

Li Donglai asked: "Do you have the latest foreign medical journals in the library?"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "That is a must. I will read every issue of the New England Journal of Medicine, the Journal of the American Medical Association, The Lancet, and the British Medical Journal carefully."

It seems that the value of this meal is about to be reflected.

Li Donglai suppressed the joy in his heart and said: "That's good, can you..."

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly. Li Donglai rubbed his ears and looked at Zhou Zheng in surprise: "What did you say? You will study it carefully?"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "Yes, I am a medical student and I am in my senior year this year. These magazines contain the latest medical research results, so of course I read every issue."

Ward day!

Such a coincidence?

If you pick up a random student at the gate of Beijing University, is he from the Department of Medicine?

This luck is awesome, awesome.

This character is awesome, damn.

...

Li Donglai originally wanted to pretend to be a relative of Zhou Zheng, enter the library of Beijing University, and take the opportunity to read foreign journals.

Now it seems that it is no longer necessary, saving a lot of trouble.

Li Donglai cheered up: "Then do you know CPR?"

Zhou Zheng was stunned. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation is not popular in China, and even doctors don’t know much about it.

How did this fellow countryman know?

Seeing Zhou Zheng's doubts, Li Donglai smiled faintly, took out a blue rubber work permit from his trouser pocket, and handed it over.

"Now your brother is the rolling mill doctor!"

"Doctor?" Zhou Zheng took the work permit and looked through it carefully.

When he saw the name above, he frowned.

He looked at Li Donglai with an unquestionable look: "Brother, your name is Li Donglai?"

"Aha!"

"Rolling Mill Hospital?"

"Aha!"

"Are you Li Donglai, who invented intubation and gastric lavage?" Zhou Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Aha!"

Li Donglai nodded lightly.

Kyungseong University is worthy of being a first-class university in the country.

The paper on intubation and gastric lavage was published less than a week ago, and students already know about it.

Well, of course the biggest reason is that my technology is awesome.

...

After learning that his childhood friend was actually the inventor of intubation and gastric lavage, Zhou Zheng's cheeks turned red and he was at a loss.

No wonder he was so excited.

Once "Intubation Gastric Lavage" was published, it became the subject of research by medical professors at home and abroad.

These days, there are also gastric lavage technologies in foreign countries, but those technologies can easily cause damage to patients in actual operations.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Due to its high degree of achievability and simple operation method, intubation gastric lavage quickly caused a sensation in the medical community at home and abroad.

Some large hospitals have begun to organize training and study for doctors.

The day before yesterday, Zhou Zheng was learning intubation and gastric lavage from a teacher.

Well, he is the subject of the specific operation and has personal experience of the excellence of intubation and gastric lavage.

...

Until the two of them walked to the small park, Zhou Zheng was still rubbing his hands in excitement.

"Brother Donglai, have you really not received professional medical training?"

"Nonsense, I'm a barefoot doctor. Barefoot doctors are also certified. How come they haven't received any training?"
To be continued...