Eating and drinking were interesting things to Su Yun. But to Zheng Ren, it was very boring.
Zheng Ren was absent-minded. If not for Old Lin, he would have run away long ago.
Zhou Chunyong was very impressed with Zheng Ren. This time, not only was it on the technical level, but the level of the platform was indeed high.
When he heard Su Yun say that Boss Zheng had spent three days and three nights in Chengdu and then went to Chengdu Provincial Hospital to stand for four days, Zhou Chunyong was very emotional.
[They said to quickly write a love song that can be appreciated by both refined and popular people …]
Zheng Ren's phone rang. It was a rare call from Ye Qingqiu.
Didn't they just call yesterday? Zheng Ren quickly picked up the phone.
"Boss Zheng, is it your fault again?" Ye Qingqiu's voice was a little strange.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.
Was it his own fault? What did he do? After a day of surgery, there was nothing else.
"The higher-ups called Director Yan's house directly." Ye Qingqiu's voice became more and more strange.
"…" Zheng Ren was speechless. On the phone, Ye Qingqiu stopped talking and started to keep him in suspense.
After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Ren raised his hands in surrender. He sighed and asked, "Chief Ye, what's the matter?"
"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs called. Nine embassies blew up the phone in the department." Ye Qingqiu laughed and said, "What happened on your side?"
Zheng Ren's mind raced for a moment and he realized what the problem was.
He glanced at Su Yun. That guy was talking and drinking happily. He did not notice Zheng Ren answering the phone at all.
"Chief Ye, please wait a moment. I'll ask about the situation," Zheng Ren said. "I'll call you back in three minutes."
"There's no need." Ye Qingqiu smiled and said, "I'm just joking. The relevant departments will find out the reason in minutes. The call was to make fun of Director Yan. "
"…" Zheng Ren continued to be speechless.
"There are too many things on your side. The hospital doesn't understand the situation, so it's not easy to explain. Be careful next time! "
"Yes," Zheng Ren answered very solemnly.
"In order to let those experts go together, the higher-ups added a flight at the last minute. Many comrades are still working overtime because of your lousy matter, "Chief Ye said. "I'll inform you and tell them to buy the tickets as soon as possible. If they can't buy them, they can charter the plane themselves."
Zheng Ren's face darkened. What did this have to do with him? However, he still thanked her profusely before hanging up.
"Su Yun, why did you end up in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Zheng Ren returned to his seat and asked.
"Oh? You really went through all that trouble. " Su Yun was about to drink when he smiled and put down his glass. "Boss, it's a good thing."
"Don't talk nonsense," Zheng Ren scolded.
Speaking of which, talking to Ye Qingqiu was really stressful.
"Bringing a group of foreign professors for a freelance surgery? Who would have such treatment?" Su Yun said with a laugh.
When Zhou Chunyong heard the conversation between the two of them, he guessed the reason and quickly asked what was going on.
After briefly explaining the matter, Zhou Chunyong quickly picked up his phone and asked, "It's tomorrow's flight, right?"
"Chief Zhou, it's best if you don't do this," Zheng Ren said.
"That won't do." Zhou Chunyong said, "I don't have any experience today. I can't be greedy next time. It was quite difficult to accept twenty patients and rush to perform surgeries in a day. Next time, I'll take ten. Boss Zheng, you'll have to work hard again. "
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded. "One more time and you'll be almost done."
"Don't mind me. My skills are too low. You'll have to come a few more times." Zhou Chunyong looked at Zheng Ren and did not know what to say next.
If it were someone else, he would have joked that they would pay according to the price of a freelance surgery.
However, Chief Zheng did not do it himself. He sent an assistant to give lectures and leisurely charged 300,000 US dollars per person.
Did he care about that bit of money for a freelance surgery?
"You're too kind." Zheng Ren smiled.
Zhou Chunyong got someone to inform the experts and chief physicians to buy their own tickets and started chatting.
After all, Old Lin was old and tired after sitting for a while. He invited Zheng Ren to visit him when he had time and left.
This time, Zheng Ren was much more relaxed. Since Old Lin was not around, everything was easier.
Zhou Chunyong knew his temper and did not talk much with him. He just drank with Su Yun.
'This man is still very straightforward,' Zheng Ren thought.
As they drank, Zhou Chunyong's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Where's the security? They're all f * cking sh * t! "
"I'll go back immediately. Be careful and don't get hurt."
Zhou Chunyong said a few words and suddenly stood up. "Chief Zheng, something happened in the department. I'll go back first. Please enjoy."
Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat.
Something that could make the director of the wine table go back with a death call was definitely something big.
He immediately began to recall the patients who had surgery today.
The System evaluated that 18 patients' surgery completion rates were 100%, one 99%, and one 98%. Nothing should have happened.
Could it be that something happened during Zhou Chunyong's surgery a few days ago?
"Chief Zhou, what patient?"
"I don't know. It was said that dozens of people surrounded the ward." Zhou Chunyong's expression was cold. He grabbed his coat and put it on. "Do you really think I'm old?!"
"Let's go back and take a look." Zheng Ren was still a little nervous.
After all, he had performed 20 patients in one go today. His surgery was not a problem, but he could not guarantee that Zhou Chunyong's nurses could keep up.
At this time, if he did not see it with his own eyes, he would be worried for a long time when he went home.
Zheng Ren said he wanted to follow, and Zhou Chunyong did not refuse. The few of them went downstairs, and a young doctor who did not drink served as the driver.
Zhou Chunyong was full of murderous aura. He no longer had the mood to study technology, but he had some of the elegance of the past.
Along the way, Zhou Chunyong kept making phone calls.
His expression became more and more strange. He kept telling the doctors and nurses on duty to protect themselves and leave the rest to the security guards.
"Chief Zhou, what's going on?" Zheng Ren had some guesses after listening to a few words, so he asked.
"It's not a medical accident. It's a revenge between the patients," Zhou Chunyong said. "The patient has liver cancer. I performed surgery on him the day before yesterday. I didn't see his son. His nephew is guarding him. "
"Huh?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun grunted at the same time.
This was not common. The son did not care, but the nephew came to the hospital to accompany him.
"He doesn't look like a nephew," Zhou Chunyong said. Zhou Chunyong said, "I also observed the patient. The patient is 71 years old this year, and his nephew is only 22 or 23 years old. He looks fair and gentle, and he doesn't look like someone who would cause trouble."
The more he said, the more vague Zhou Chunyong became.
However, the hotel was not far from Imperial Capital. After a few phone calls, the car arrived.
Zhou Chunyong opened the car door and strode in without any hesitation.
At the entrance of the Department of Interventional Medicine, dozens of people were in a mess.
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