Back in 2002 as a doctor

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"Dean Chen, thank you." Zhou Congwen smiled.

This step is very important, pushing forward the establishment of the Chest Pain Center for at least twelve or three years.

And the process of national promotion is the same, it takes a lot of time to grind.

Twelve or three years, how many people will die each year.

Zhou Congwen's face glowed red, as if he had won a big battle, he was much more proud than in front of the dignitaries at the annual meeting and product promotion meeting.

It took nearly two hours to finalize this matter with Dean Chen.

Back to the ward to see the patient, the allergic reaction caused by clarithromycin has been alleviated under the action of the drug, and the patient's electrocardiogram basically returned to normal.

The patient lay on the hospital bed and fell asleep. Zhou Congwen glanced at the ECG, and explained to Director Han and Teng Fei what to observe next.

When I got home after work, it was almost early morning.

The light in the living room was still on, and Zhou Congwen felt warm in his heart.

No matter when you go home and someone leaves a light, the warmth of the world is reflected in this bit by bit.

Zhou Congwen walked to the door and pushed it open, but Liu Xiaobie's stern voice came from the front.

Are you scolding yourself?

Zhou Congwen was slightly taken aback, but after careful identification, he immediately realized that Liu Xiaobie was scolding her traders.

He really has the demeanor of a big boss, and his words are not sloppy.

"I'm back." Zhou Congwen walked into the living room and changed his shoes in the hallway.

Liu Xiaobie hung up the phone viciously, with a frosty expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Congwen asked with concern.

"They're so smart, they know how to do it!" Liu Xiaobie said contemptuously.

"Hehe, you didn't find it yourself."

"I'm looking for them just to show off. In fact, I personally operate the largest funds." Liu Xiaobie said, "I really thought that working at Goldman Sachs would allow me to be in charge of the Federal Reserve?! What are you thinking!"

Chapter 0794 real capital predators

"Oh?" Zhou Congwen was a little interested, "Xiaobie, you said you will do oil this year, what do you plan to do?"

"I don't know." Liu Xiaobie replied coldly.

"..." Zhou Congwen looked Liu Xiaobie up and down, but saw a photo of himself in the book in her hand.

"Here, when you have nothing to do, pay homage to the Lucky Cat, and good luck will come naturally." Liu Xiaobie was not shy, let alone concealed, and shook the photo in his hand at Zhou Congwen, "It really works, what better than that?" Technical indicators and inside information are much easier to use.”

"!!!" Zhou Congwen exclamated, he never knew that he had such attributes.

Although the lucky value of the previous life has been fully filled with the blessing of the system, the people around Wang... Zhou Congwen has never heard of such a thing.

At least not as clearly as Liu Xiaobie did.

But when you think about it carefully, there seems to be some truth. For example, Chen Houkun, for example, those students under his school, for example...

Even in this life, because of his appearance, the fate of Zhang You and others seemed to be reversed.

But it's just not as obvious as Liu Xiaobie's experience.

"Easy to use?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Of course." Liu Xiaobie said, "Trading is divided into many levels. People who are just getting started are ignorant and fearless. When they hear that they can make a lot of money and be financially free, they rush in directly with money."

"and after?"

"More than 95% of these people died miserably, and there is not even a scum left." Liu Xiaobie curled up on the sofa, without the decisive breath of killing just now, with a bit of laziness, like a cat Kitten just waking up.

"Those who survive have to continue to fight and learn various techniques. But how many of those who write books are masters? Just reading books is useful. Just now the trader told me what MACD and KDJ were blunt. change."

"Technical indicators are still useful, at least as a reference."

Liu Xiaobie glanced at Zhou Congwen, "The futures market is talking about fierceness and surprise. Those idiots in Chicago! None of them have guts."

"How do you say it?" Zhou Congwen suddenly became interested. After returning home, he didn't go to grind the eggs to keep the texture. Instead, he went to Liu Xiaobie's side and chatted with her with great interest.

"I want to revise the rules of the exchange." Liu Xiaobie bit his lip and said.

A stern murderous aura emerged spontaneously.

"..." Zhou Congwen was taken aback, then sighed.

This is the most typical cheating method, but it is indeed the best method.

"Before the war, I used the news and a huge amount of money to make the oil futures into a negative number, blowing up all the long orders of my opponents, and then pulled it up in an instant to blow up all the short orders."

"Negative number! You still have to pay for oil?" Zhou Congwen said subconsciously, but then remembered the scene on April 2020, 4.

The price of WTI crude oil fell below $5 in May.

This price has fallen to a new low since April 1986, and there must be a lot of people building positions afterwards. Whether it is investment or system trading, there will always be large and long orders.

However, the super main force has revised the rules a few months ago, brazenly hitting the gas price below 0 yuan, which is astounding.

On that day, there were mourners everywhere in the market, and an unknown number of people went to the rooftop.

However, Zhou Congwen never bought stocks or futures, nor did he have any contact with the crude oil treasure of a certain bank. At that time, the graduate student under him bought the crude oil treasure for financial management, and not only went bankrupt overnight, but also owed a whole lot of debt.

In the end, Zhou Congwen paid back the money, so he remembered it.

"I'm really ignorant." Liu Xiaobie said contemptuously when Zhou Congwen recalled, "What is a surprise? Traders know how to pick the timeline every day, and it's all small shrimp money."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Zhou Congwen said honestly.

"Huh? Why didn't I hear the mocking tone?" Liu Xiaobie was a little surprised.

"I really think what you said is right." Zhou Congwen smiled helplessly, "The most brutal operation seems to have happened once in the national bond market."

"It's different. At that time, the pool was too small, but the crude oil futures pool was big enough to swim well."

Zhou Congwen carefully looked at his own capital predators.

"Elliot, the inventor of the wave theory, was just an accountant and had never done stocks in his life; Robert Prechett, Jr., gave speeches every day after the U.S. stock market crashed in 1987, saying that U.S. stocks would enter a long-term bear market, and he was short for a long time. The U.S. stock market quickly hit new highs and went up for 13 years, and he lost a lot of money and disappeared.”

"Gann, he came up with a lot of complicated theories, including angles, quadrilaterals, hexagons, and astrology... What the hell! I feel that the Tarot cards are more reliable than Gann. As a result, Gann went bankrupt in his later years , impoverished."

"Dennis, the inventor of the Turtle trading rules, left the market after a 1987% loss after the stock market crash in 60."

"This group of traders study the theory of bankruptcy every day. I really don't know what they think."

Zhou Congwen listened to Liu Xiaobie's nagging, and said with a smile, "Any science is metaphysics in the end, why don't you see that you always look at my photos to look for luck."

"That's true." Liu Xiaobie closed the book.

"If a trader can make regular profits, they would have done it by themselves, and who will give you a part-time job."

"I know that too, but if they lose some money, they will lose it. They are puppets anyway. I can't bear to lose money and have a lot of reasons. Come and tell me that the market is wrong!"

"I understand this." Zhou Congwen smiled, "It's like repeating after the surgery, I did the surgery right, and I did it exactly as the surgery said. The reason why it didn't work was because the patient's organs grew. wrong."

"Zhou Congwen, what do you think they are thinking?"

"I don't know, do you want to play chess?" Zhou Congwen looked at Liu Xiaobie's black silk and asked.

"No." Liu Xiaobie shook his head, "The first day of the new year... No, it's the second day of the new year now, I'm going to study the market."

"You still want to do research? Just take a look at my photo and pay homage to the patriarch." Zhou Congwen joked.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm like a stealthy cheetah right now, all my strength is restrained, waiting for an opportunity." Liu Xiaobie couldn't see any tiredness on her face, she said seriously, "This year, I will give you a surprise."

this year.

Zhou Congwen smiled slightly, "I'm going to be number one in the world this year, everything is planned, there are no surprises."

"I just like your blind and arrogant nonsense style." Liu Xiaobie stood up and slapped Pan Zhou Congwen's head, "Mascot, I'm off to work, you go to bed early after grinding the eggs."

"know."

A Spring Festival passed by so sloppily, and Zhou Congwen rushed to the hospital early the next morning to start the new year's work.

Chapter 0795

Yuan Qingyao, Shen Lang and others also rushed to work on the first day of the second day of the new year.

The patient made an appointment years ago, the outpatient examination has been completed, and there is no surgical contraindication. After being admitted to the hospital, there will be two operations tomorrow and the day after.

Zhou Congwen sat in the office and watched everyone busy. Although the taste of the new year has not dissipated, the medical team has been operating at high speed.

"Doctor, where is your director?!"

A man with a big belly came in with a black handbag under his arm, glanced at it and asked carelessly.

"I'm the person in charge of the Academician Workstation, do you have anything to do?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"you?"

The man glanced at Zhou Congwen, seeing that he was young, his disdain was beyond words.

"My father-in-law is hospitalized. When will he have surgery? Is there a single room? Who is the best doctor here?"

He ignored Zhou Congwen and asked several questions in succession.

Old man... Zhou Congwen felt helpless when he heard this word.

"What's your father-in-law's name?" Zhou Congwen asked without showing his emotions.

"Lin Zesheng."

Zhou Congwen had the impression that this patient had a small nodular lesion in the lower lobe of the right lung, and wedge resection was enough.

"There is no single room. If you need it, you can contact the hospital to live in a special ward." Zhou Congwen smiled and said in a gentle tone, "I am the doctor with the highest level, and I will be the surgeon for tomorrow's operation."

"Are you the doctor Dean Xiao mentioned?" The man asked in a daze, not polite at all.

"Yes."

Although the man's words did not specify, Zhou Congwen understood what Xiao Kai said in the outpatient clinic, and he must have put countless high hats on himself.

No, this description is wrong. It should not be a high hat, but Xiao Kai has told a lot of truth.

"It doesn't even have a single room, what a broken hospital." The man said contemptuously.

Shen Lang was a little annoyed, "Didn't I say that you can contact the hospital if you need a single room, the Second Hospital of Medical University has special wards."

The man's face was flushed, black and red, and it was obvious that the scar was exposed by Shen Lang in pain.

You can't live in the special needs ward if you have money. Zhou Congwen also knows that the man looks like a big brother in society, but there is a high probability that he is not, so he just came here to pretend.

A real big brother in society will go directly to the dean to solve the problem, instead of yelling at the doctor in charge of the bed.

The most appropriate way to describe his emotions is to be fierce and soft.

"We need the best treatment!"

"The deposit for hospitalization is not enough, I reminded you just now." Shen Lang took his words back, "Didn't Dean Xiao tell you a year ago, the deposit for hospitalization is at least 2, and you only paid 2000 here, go now Pay."

Shen Lang said to you in one sentence, but his tone was very stiff, the man glared at him, "My wife will come over this afternoon, and their sisters will talk to each other."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and left with his bag in his arms, without saying a word of nonsense.

When the patient's family left, Shen Lang complained, "Who are these people!"

"Shen Lang, have you heard of California Daughter Syndrome?" Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

"I've never heard of it, California Daughter Syndrome? What kind of disease is that?" Shen Lang was at a loss.

"It's called Daughter From California Syndrome in English, and the literal translation is a syndrome manifested by a daughter from California. Like the Spanish flu, it was originally the fault of the US emperor, but it has been carried by the Spaniards for a century."

"What kind of disease is that?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

"In the 80s, an old man was dying in a hospital in California, USA, and might die at any time. Her daughter, whom she hadn't seen for five years, rushed back from another city and was emotionally broken."

"I'm usually not filial, what's the use of seeing an old man break down emotionally." Shen Lang said.

"That side is different from our side. Pension care is a matter of course for us. On that side... Forget it, let's not talk about it here, I will continue." Zhou Congwen brought the topic back in an instant.

"The daughter withdrew the agreement signed by other family members to refuse rescue, asked the doctor and the hospital to do everything possible to keep her mother's life, and threatened the doctor to transfer her mother to the intensive care department immediately, otherwise she would sue the doctor and the hospital."

"Is it useful?" Shen Lang is very interested in medical disputes in the United States.

If this is in China, the hospital will definitely follow suit.But on the American side, Shen Lang really didn't know.