Dongcheng, a seven-star hotel.
Dr. Mehar took a nap and was in a much better state of mind.
He sat on a chair and looked out the window at the bright lights of the Imperial Capital at night. He said to the assistant beside him, "When will it be delivered?"
"Doctor, we're going through the immigration procedures. If everything goes well, we'll be able to see the equipment tomorrow afternoon," the assistant replied.
Dr. Mehar nodded slightly.
The assistant hesitated for a moment and finally said in a low voice, "Doctor, the expert panel's opinion is that it's best not to communicate with Doctor Zheng during the surgery to avoid emotional agitation and other uncontrollable situations. You can watch the video during the surgery. Your health is more important. "
Dr. Mehar smiled slightly and shook his head.
The doctor was very stubborn. Once he made a decision, no one could persuade him. His assistant knew this.
He just wanted to give it a try. After all, it was an unimaginable idea to observe his own surgery. Just thinking about it made one feel that there was a huge risk.
Sure enough, as expected, the doctor ignored the expert panel's suggestion. In Dr. Mehar's opinion, the members of the expert panel were all his students' students. Their standards were not high enough at all.
When he could not maintain his sanity, there was nothing he could do. He could only let the doctor of the expert panel treat him. But now, all the treatment methods were up to Dr. Mehar himself.
As for the process of performing the surgery on Dr. Mehar, he wanted to personally watch the surgery process and discuss this matter with the surgeon … None of the doctors of the expert panel agreed, but no one dared to question it face to face.
The assistant went out. Dr. Mehar looked out the window and muttered after a long time, "You have no idea how good Zheng's surgery is. If only I had met him a few years ago."
How good would it have been a few years ago? The transparent ceiling shouldn't be an obstacle anymore, right?
Dr. Mehar let out a long sigh of regret.
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In Director Guo's office, the lights were still on.
He sat behind his desk with a straight face. Chief Mao lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.
After receiving Dr. Mehar, the other party's faint disregard made Director Guo very uncomfortable. Although Headmaster Yuan was the Executive Deputy Headmaster, he was in charge of the scientific and educational work.
Seeing that Director Yuan had the intention to interfere today, Director Guo was very unhappy.
However, he had no choice.
With Dr. Mehar's status in the medical world, he could completely ignore any invitation. Director Guo knew very well that his words would not be of any use.
If they wanted to invite Dr. Mehar to give lectures or even become a visiting professor, they had to get Dr. Zheng Ren's suggestion. Only then would there be some possibility.
But … as soon as he thought of this, School Head Guo found it hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
He looked at Director Mao and really wanted to scold her. Why did you have to make things difficult for Doctor Zheng?
Now, you're in trouble. Not only did he have to watch Deputy Headmaster Yuan stretch his hand into his own territory, but he also had to beg him to stretch out his hand.
What was going on?
After a long time, Director Guo said in a low voice, "Doctor Zheng, I think it's better for you to do your job."
Director Mao felt very awkward. His lips moved subconsciously, but he didn't say a word.
All she could see was herself holding the red chief physician certificate and the full professor certificate in her hand, and she was full of joy as she handed them over. However, what greeted him was Zheng Ren's indifferent face and Su Yun's merciless mockery.
As a director with real power, how could she be ignored by a clinician?
She took the initiative to extend an olive branch but was rejected. It could even be said that it was the kind of indifference and rejection that made Director Mao feel unacceptable.
At this time, she was asked to make up for the rift between her and Zheng Ren. It was something that she could not do without spitting on her own.
"This is Director Yan's idea. You should hurry up and do it," Director Guo said forcefully when he saw that Director Mao did not speak.
His words were not enough.
If he could not do it, his future days would probably be a little more difficult. Not only Director Mao, but even Director Guo would also be sad.
"Did you hear that?" Director Guo saw that Director Mao, who had always been smart and capable, did not say a word. He was very dissatisfied and knocked on the table with his fingers.
"Director, Doctor Zheng might have some misunderstanding about me … That …" Director Mao could not stand it and could only say it awkwardly.
"Misunderstanding? We're all comrades. What misunderstanding can't be cleared up? Explain immediately! This is your business. It has nothing to do with the hospital's work, "Director Guo said coldly. Director Guo said coldly, "I believe you know the significance of an internationally renowned expert and scholar coming to our hospital for surgery and treatment."
Director Mao lowered her head, feeling a little wronged.
'That bastard Zhao Yunlong. After so many years, he still caused me so much trouble!'
'I must find an opportunity to let him know what my surname is,' Director Mao thought hatefully.
"Director Yan is not at home. If he was, I'm afraid he would have gone to welcome Dr. Mehar today," Director Guo said. "But when Dr. Mehar's surgery date is set, I have to report it to Director Yan. He will definitely fly back directly."
"If the work is not completed by then, you can decide what the consequences will be."
Director Mao nodded, a little depressed.
However, she did not say anything, nor did she turn around to leave. She still stood in front of Director Guo's desk like a wooden sculpture.
"Sigh." Director Guo sighed and said, "I know what you're thinking, but Director Yan attaches great importance to this matter. You have to do your best to achieve it. You lost face, so you have to pick it up yourself. "
"Director …" Director Mao muttered.
"Don't feel troubled. I think Doctor Zheng is still very easy to talk to. Find an opportunity to have a good chat with him, or find an acquaintance to have a meal together. Don't you know how to communicate normally? "
Director Mao complained incessantly in her heart.
She had inquired about it. Zheng Ren was a f * cking surgical dog. He did go out to eat, but most of the time it was after the surgery.
That guy usually did not have any hobbies. He was only willing to treat patients and perform surgeries.
To Director Mao, this kind of person was like a hard walnut … No, not a walnut, but a f * cking hedgehog, full of thorns. Not to mention eating it, even moving it would feel prickly.
How could there be such a person in the world? Director Mao thought, feeling wronged.
Even if he wanted to offer a humble apology and put down his pride to beg for mercy, he didn't have the chance at all.
She could not go straight to the intervention department and tell Zheng Ren, "I was wrong, please forgive me."
If that was the case, Director Mao would rather wait to welcome Director Yan's anger.
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