It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when he walked out of the operating room with Zhou Boran. This operation took more than four hours, which was considered to be a long time for Wang Zhi to participate.

The two walked out of the operating room. Zhou Boran looked at Wang Zhi with even more suspicious eyes. Although Zhou Boran imagined Wang Zhi's medical skills at the beginning, it was even more shocking when he actually met. Zhou Boran was very puzzled in his heart, how Wang Zhi had mastered such superb medical skills at the age of only 23.

You should know that the way of medicine is not like other academics. It can reach an astonishing height when you are young by relying on your own talent and personal understanding. Medicine is a very rigorous academic. It not only requires super talent and understanding, but also requires long practice and clinical experience. However, everything Wang Zhi showed seems to subvert this phenomenon. It shows amazing medical knowledge and proficient medical skills at a young age, which is simply incredible.

"Doctor, how is my son?" As soon as the two walked out of the operating room, an old lady in her sixties rushed over from the corridor facing each other and asked with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, I've been out of the dangerous period, and it's possible to recover after taking good care of myself." Looking at the old man's haggard face, Wang Zhi's heart was touched and he said softly without waiting for Zhou Boran to speak.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Hearing Wang Zhi's words, the old man was so excited that he was speechless, saying thank you all over, and kept bent over.

"Haha, this is what we should do. You, the old man, don't have to do this." Zhou Boran quickly helped the old man up and said softly.

After getting rid of the old man's thanks, Wang Zhi and Zhou Boran walked side by side. At this time, many doctors and nurses around were no longer surprised when they saw this scene. The medical skills that Wang Zhi had just shown were even above Zhou Boran. It is no wonder that Professor Zhou was so enthusiastic about Wang Zhi.

"You're hungry, go for dinner together." Zhou Boran asked with a smile.

"Somewhat." Wang Zhi touched his stomach, nodded, and walked towards the cafeteria with Zhou Boran.

The food in the central hospital is pretty good, with four dishes and one soup. Zhou Boran, as a senior professor, has special treatment, and the quality of the four dishes is even better. Wang Zhi and Zhou Boran sat on a small table, eating and chatting.

"That patient can really recover. I guess the best situation is paralysis." Zhou Boran asked after taking a sip of soup.

"You are very disgusted. Talk about this when you are eating." Wang Zhi looked at Zhou Boran with a wry smile. As a doctor, although the surgery just now did not affect his appetite, it still made him a little depressed when you are talking about it.

"You are still young, haha." Zhou Boran looked at Wang Zhi with a smile, as if he regarded Wang Zhi as a friend of his peers, and seemed very easy-going and natural.

"Hehe." Wang Zhi smiled casually and continued to eat. He ignored Zhou Boran's evaluation. He seemed young, right?

"I really decided to go to the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine. According to your surgical level just now, there is absolutely no problem in going to the surgery department." Zhou Boran asked casually after the meal.

"Let's go to the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine first. I want to know how far the current Chinese medicine has declined." Wang Zhi sighed casually, his voice was a bit vicissitudes. In Wang Zhi's long life, Chinese medicine is his only one. When it comes to the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, Wang Zhi felt an inexplicable sadness.

"Okay, let it go." Zhou Boran seemed not to hear the vicissitudes in Wang Zhi's voice, and smiled casually: "It's not too early now, go back early, and I will introduce you to you tomorrow. If those old guys see your methods, they might thank me."

Outside the central hospital, a young young man with a stingy eyes stabbed his companion lightly: "Maozi, why haven't that guy come out after so long? Have you left?"

The Russian rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be there, I won't be a long time when I go back." This Russian was the thief who was slapped by Wang Zhi. He was covering half of his face and staring at the door.

"Look, it's out." Just when the Russians were a little suspicious, they saw a familiar figure slowly coming out of the hospital.

"Notify the boss quickly." Another guy hurriedly reminded.

"Of course, we two are not his opponents." The Russian said angrily after rubbing his face, which was still in pain.

"Hey! Should I take the bus or walk back?" Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Wang Zhi was a little hesitant. Wang Zhi still remembered the feeling of riding in the morning. The turbid smell and crowded feeling hurt when he remembered it.

"Forget it, let's go back." After hesitating for a long time, Wang Zhi decided not to take a bus and walk home. After living in the fresh and fresh environment in the ancient city for so many years, Wang Zhi really couldn't compliment the air of modern cities.

Not long after leaving, Wang Zhi felt someone staring at him from behind, his heart moved slightly, instantly speeding up his pace, and heading towards a sparsely populated area.

Turning two streets and coming to a remote woods, Wang Zhi stopped and waited quietly, guessing in his heart who was following him.

After a while, a slightly worn van rushed over and stopped beside Wang Zhi, and the two guys who were following Wang Zhi also quickly followed.

When Wang Zhi saw the guy who was following him, he felt a little crying. This thief was really, how could he say that he was looking for death? Wang Zhi was too lazy to care about letting go of that guy, but he didn't expect that he actually came up again. It was such a plaster.

The worn van was not yet stable, and the door opened, and six strong men came out from it. It was Brother Bao and his subordinates, each carrying steel pipes, surrounded Wang Zhi in the center like a fierce and vicious way.

"Maozi, let's see if it's this guy." Brother Leopard asked the Russian who raised his head slightly.

"Yes, Brother Bao, it's this guy, I recognize him gently." With Brother Bao's support, the Russian became much more courageous and stared at Wang Zhi and gritted his teeth.

"Boy, you beat my little brother and stole his gains." Hearing the confirmation of the Russian, Brother Bao turned his head and looked at Wang Zhi casually, and asked contemptuously.

"Haha, I've beaten people, but I didn't take the things." Wang Zhi said casually.

"Don't you bet, you obviously robbed me of my harvest for the day, but you still dare not admit it. You will feel better when you wait." Hearing Wang Zhi's words, the Russian shouted hurriedly, with a pair of threatening eyes staring at Wang Zhi.

"You try another word." Wang Zhi was a little angry, his eyes chilled, and he looked at the Russians. A flea bites on you continuously, and he can't stand it even if he can't stand it.

"You..." The Maozi was furious when Wang Zhi looked at him and immediately retreated.

"Boy is quite arrogant. He dares to threaten my little brother in front of me." Brother Bao smiled, his smile a little gloomy. It was obvious that Wang Zhi's performance made him feel very proud.

"You are a hairy person." Wang Zhi glanced at Brother Bao disdainfully, considering how to deal with these people. Is it a bit too much if I kill them all.

"You..." Brother Bao was so angry that he was pushed by Wang Zhi's words. With a wave of his hand, the men under him rushed towards him like Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi watched coldly, without moving, allowing several men holding steel pipes to pounce on him so fiercely.

"Bang!" Wang Zhi shouted at the first one who kicked away one of the other ones, pulled and stretched one hand, threw another man aside with one shoulder, and gently slashed the ground with his toes. He instantly flew up in the air, and one swept across the other three people seven or eight meters away before he could easily fall down, looking at Brother Leopard and the Russian with a smile.

When the Russian saw Wang Zhi easily dealing with the five good players in the gang, his eyes looked at him, and he was instantly scared and almost peeing his pants. Brother Leopard was also not feeling well. Seeing Wang Zhi's face turned pale, his legs were trembling constantly, and one hand was trembling in his pocket.

"Take it out, maybe you have some chance." Looking at Brother Leopard who was trembling, Wang Zhi reminded softly. He had already seen that there was a pistol hidden in Brother Leopard's pants.

"Don't force me." Brother Bao took a few steps back and said tremblingly as Wang Zhi. At this time, Brother Bao felt regretful. Although he, Zhang Bao, had a certain degree of fierceness, also had a certain degree of vision. Looking at Wang Zhi's understatement just now, Brother Bao was sure that Wang Zhi was definitely a master, a master like Nantian, the king of Jianghuai underground.

Seeing Brother Bao's hesitant expression, Wang Zhi smiled gently and walked slowly towards Brother Bao.

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