Sun Ming lamented that he had just escaped death. He calculated his private stash of money and in the end, he gritted his teeth and said that he would treat everyone to a meal.
This was a life-saving grace. Not only did he save the auntie who was courting death, but he also saved more than a dozen people in the community hospital.
They should have a meal together.
However, as soon as this suggestion was made, it was rejected by Department Chief Kong. Sun Ming repeatedly dawdled and was sincere. Department Chief Kong had no choice but to agree.
If Sun Ming were to treat them, it would definitely be a small restaurant on the street, and the food there wouldn't be very good. If this guy took out a few thousand yuan to treat him to a meal, he would probably have to come to the 912 to be hospitalized the next day.
However, other than big bosses like Lin Jiaojiao who treated them, the food wasn't that expensive.
Su Yun had been worried for a long time and had to ask a lot of people to book a place to eat.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the chief's office and took a look at the patients. They saw Chang Yue happily chatting with the patients with a smile on her face, so they did not disturb her. Instead, they silently wondered when Chang Yue would smile at them. As a junior doctor, it was too much for him to keep a straight face with a senior doctor.
When he returned to the office, he saw Liu Zewei writing the medical record with a frown.
"Old Liu, why are you so worried?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss Zheng, I … I haven't written medical records for more than ten years." Liu Zewei sighed and said, "In the past, when I wrote medical records by hand, I was also fooling around. There are more than ten medical records a day, and there are even records of patients being discharged and admitted to the hospital, and there are also surgeries. No one has the time to write them like embroidery, right? "
Zheng Ren knew that Professor Liu was telling the truth. In the past, when doctor-patient conflicts were not serious, medical records were handwritten. An extended medical record would take at least 40 minutes, and the patient would not even be able to recognize what was written on it.
I'll just fool him. I have nothing to do anyway.
However, as the doctor-patient conflict became more and more serious, medical record writing standards were placed in an increasingly important position.
It was just that at that time, Liu Zewei would no longer need to personally write the medical records.
To pick it up from the ground now would be quite difficult.
"Old Liu, don't write anymore. Let Chang Yue write," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Liu Zewei's expression was a little solemn. He shook his head and rejected Zheng Ren's suggestion. As an advanced student, how could he not write a medical record?
If he wanted to learn surgery, he had to leave a good impression on Boss Zheng. He was not as lucky as Gao Shaojie, but coming to the Imperial Capital was definitely a turning point in his life. Liu Zewei had thought through all of this very clearly, starting from the simplest things.
Zheng Ren did not force her. If she wanted to write, then write. It was Chang Yue's matter anyway.
In fact, Zheng Ren guessed that Chang Yue did not want Liu Zewei to write a medical record. After all, teaching people something was a very tedious matter. It was better for Chang Yue to do it herself.
The most important thing was that not long after he taught it, Liu Zewei left. He was not from the 912, so there was no need for him to do so.
However, Zheng Ren was too lazy to think about it.
He found his usual spot facing the sun and sat down. He picked up a book and pretended to flip through it before entering the System.
He had not taken a good look at his skill tree ever since his intervention skills had reached their peak.
Just like the World Tree, the pinnacle of the skill trees reached all the way to the sky. In the quiet System Space, the faint sound of rustling leaves could be heard, making one's heart palpitate.
Unknowingly, it had already become like this. Zheng Ren also sighed. He counted the few skill points and experience points he had left and felt a little guilty.
After all, everyone had a big business and was used to being extravagant. If he did not have some experience points to protect himself, Zheng Ren was still worried that something unexpected would happen and catch him off guard.
Although his intervention skills had reached the pinnacle and were unparalleled in the world. He was not weaker than Professor Moriyu, who went to Sea City General Hospital last year. He was at the world level, but Zheng Ren was still a little worried.
This was like a dog's stomach that could not hold two taels of sesame oil.
However, Zheng Ren did not have a good solution. Other than the System mission, he could only rely on long-term main missions to grind it down bit by bit.
He entered the System library to read. Time passed bit by bit. As Zheng Ren read, he thought about the surgical method to embolize the fundus of the stomach and the left gastric artery.
This kind of surgery could not be too ruthlessly embolized, or else the gastric wall would necrosis. It could not be too light either. If it was too light, it would not achieve the effect of local ischemia, gastric tissue peristalsis, and digestion weakening.
The skill at the peak of intervention immediately gave Zheng Ren a few ideas. However, without surgical training time, Zheng Ren could not experiment.
It seemed that it was useless for Lin Jiaojiao to be anxious. He still had to wait until he had accumulated some surgical training time to do experiments.
Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work.
Zheng Ren did not care about these things. He sat in Little Yiren's car and it was over.
It was already good enough to be able to go to dinner. Could he ask for more from Boss Zheng?
When they arrived at a mid-range restaurant, Sun Ming asked everyone's preferences and what they could not eat before starting to order.
Su Yun looked at Hu Yanhui with a smile and asked, "Little Hu, tell me, what's the good news?"
There were more people, but they were all familiar. They were the people around Zheng Ren. Although Hu Yanhui was a little embarrassed and her face was black, she still spoke in a low voice.
"Didn't I find a boyfriend?"
"I guessed it. Hurry up and tell me, who was blind to find you?" Su Yun's words really made people want to slap him.
It was just that he was good-looking, so this kind of hateful thought would be unknowingly ignored.
Zheng Ren felt that if he said that, he would definitely not be able to live until now. He could not compare to Su Yun.
Hu Yanhui's face became even redder when she was teased. She whispered, "I rented a house here. There's no parking space. When I went home a few days ago, I parked my car in front of other cars and left my phone number."
"Your car …" Su Yun thought for a moment and felt that there was no way to describe it.
Zheng Ren had never seen Hu Yanhui's car before. He was a little curious. What kind of car could make Su Yun so embarrassed?
"What car?"
"Ma Liu, boss, I don't know how broken you are. One day, I had to go to Zhonghang to do something, so I took Little Hu's car. When I opened the door of the passenger seat, the soft bag on it fell and almost hit me, "Su Yun said helplessly with his hands spread out.
"I didn't have time to repair it," Hu Yanhui explained weakly.
"With your personality, are you still considered a girl?" Su Yun directly spat.
"Why not?" Chang Yue glared at Su Yun, held Hu Yanhui's hand, and asked, "Let's get down to business."
Uh … After being interrupted by Su Yun, the topic had gone astray.
"That night, at around ten o 'clock, I received a call saying that I wanted to move the car, so I went downstairs in slippers." The color on Hu Yanhui's face became darker and darker, and her head was slightly lowered. "Then, someone instructed me to move the car."
"It was a handsome guy, right?"
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