The next day.
Early in the morning, Fan Tao woke everyone up and drove back to Sea City and the Imperial Capital.
The grandiose convoy looked magnificent, but after leaving the desert, the convoy gradually dispersed.
Zheng Ren appreciated this very much. If they kept a low profile, they would live longer.
Song Ying's brothers were quite interesting. They were not high-profile or ostentatious, but each of them was very capable.
It was a long journey. Fortunately, there was a lot of space in the car, so he didn't feel tired even if he sat for a long time.
Ten hours later, they finally returned to the capital.
Fan Tao's motorcade didn't enter the Imperial Capital. Instead, they swapped places with Lin Jiaojiao's motorcade at the next toll station.
Zhou Chunyong was a little emotional. Looking at Boss Zheng's style of going out to play, the motorcade still had to be handed over. Looking at him now, it was indeed not enough. From technology to such trivial matters, it was not enough.
He smiled. He had benefited a lot from accompanying Flying Dagger this time.
He had learned the technique. Although he did not perform the surgery, Zhou Chunyong knew that he had improved compared to before.
That was not all.
He had witnessed Boss Zheng personally performing the TIPS surgery when there was an emergency to be done and his hand speed was at full speed.
The gap between him and Boss Zheng was like a bird and a fish.
In addition, they also saw Lanke, the CEO of the East Asia region of an international behemoth, eagerly running to Xilin Town.
Boss Zheng was really unyielding. He did not give him any face at all. However, it seemed that the CEO of the Lanke Company was afraid. No one knew what would happen in the end.
This gave Zhou Chunyong a new perspective on Zheng Ren.
Even if Boss Zheng did not know anything, if he could do this, he had to get closer to him.
All of this was nothing.
His biggest reward was drinking happily with the other members of the medical team in the desert.
For the family portrait, he forced his way in. Although it was a pity that Boss Zheng was not there, it could still be considered a group photo of all the assistants?
Zhou Chunyong thought about the photo in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.
Being able to squeeze into the assistant group was also a huge gain. Zhu Liangchen? Wash yourself clean and wait for death!
"Boss Zheng, I haven't seen you idle these two days. You must be tired." Zhou Chunyong wanted to get in the same car as Zheng Ren, but there was Xie Yiren, Su Yun, and Lin Jiaojiao.
What he said was what he meant. This was Zhou Chunyong's attitude.
"Still …"
Before Zheng Ren could finish, Zhou Chunyong's phone rang.
Seriously! Who would be calling him at this hour? What a waste of time!
Zhou Chunyong thought to himself. He took a look and saw that it was from home, so he picked up the phone.
He did not speak, but his hoarse cries could be heard from the receiver.
The thick palm was stiff, like a weathered stone in the desert, as if it would shatter into pieces at the slightest touch of the warm April wind in the imperial capital.
Zheng Ren vaguely heard the conversation on the phone and was also stunned.
"Zheng … Zheng … I have something to do at home. I have to go," Zhou Chunyong stammered. He turned around and grabbed a car to leave.
"Yiren, I'll go take a look," Zheng Ren said hurriedly.
"What happened?"
"I don't know where Chief Zhou's son got the pesticide. He drank it!" Zheng Ren whispered.
"Go ahead. I'll take Hei Zi home first." Xie Yiren squeezed his hand and hugged his arm tightly.
Zheng Ren smiled and rushed to the car that Zhou Chunyong was holding.
"Chief Zhou, where did you send your son?" Su Yun appeared in the car at the same time.
"Our hospital's emergency department can't handle it. We sent him to the 912." Zhou Chunyong's voice trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was extremely flustered.
"Chief Zhou, don't panic," Zheng Ren comforted. "I'll ask."
After saying that, he picked up his phone and dialed Zhou Litao's number.
"Chief Zhou.
"There's a child who drank pesticide. Has he arrived at the hospital?
"Uh … Okay, I got it. We'll be there soon. Sorry for the trouble.
He put down the phone and immediately said, "He's fine. He's preparing to have his stomach pumped."
Zhou Chunyong's stiff body seemed to soften a little.
"Chief Zhou, how old is your son? Why is he still so …" Su Yun asked disdainfully.
"Sigh." Zhou Chunyong let out a long sigh and said, "I …"
He only sighed and said one word before he paused.
Tears flowed down his old face.
Zheng Ren thought of Liu Xuzhi. Every family had a difficult problem. It had nothing to do with identity or status.
With money and status, there would be fewer troublesome things, but there would definitely be none.
All kinds of big aristocratic families would cause trouble because of money and inheritance rights.
After a few seconds, Zhou Chunyong's emotions stabilized. He did not hide it and wiped his face with both hands.
"I only got married when I was 30 years old. At that time, interventional surgery had just become popular. I thought that it was boring for a radiologist to look at radiographic films and write diagnoses every day. It didn't seem like a doctor at all. So before I had a child, I went to study interventional surgery.
"After I finished studying, I couldn't avoid the line when I came back. It wasn't until ten years later that I became the chief and my position was stable that I avoided the line for half a year and had a child. "
Zheng Ren sighed. It was not easy for people who were involved in interventional surgery.
"I got a child when I was old. Although I know it's wrong to spoil children, they're my own children. My heart aches terribly."
"I … Sigh …" Zhou Chunyong sighed deeply and stopped talking. His eyes looked out of the window.
The street scene flew past. Because they were entering the Imperial Capital, they did not go through the first ring road to the third ring road, so it was not considered congested.
Otherwise, Zheng Ren reckoned that Zhou Chunyong would have gotten out of the car and run all the way.
He and Su Yun looked at each other. The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not say anything. The air in the car seemed to have frozen. It was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.
The driver knew that something big had happened. He used all his skills and drove to the 912 as fast as he could.
When they arrived at the emergency department, Zhou Chunyong opened the car door and ran all the way in before the car could even stop.
Zheng Ren was really afraid that he would not be able to stand firmly and have both or three ankles fracture. If that was the case, it would be even more troublesome.
Following that, he ran all the way to the emergency room. The angry roar of a teenager came from afar.
"I don't want to have my stomach pumped. Let go of me!
"It's useless even if I have my stomach pumped. I'll jump off a building when I get home!"
Zheng Ren paused. From the sound of his voice, he was full of energy. He should be fine.
However, with this temper, Zhou Chunyong really had a way of spoiling children.
Teenagers were in their rebellious period. If they were to seek death now, what would they do in the future?
Zheng Ren slowly walked to the door of the emergency room and saw a boy about twelve years old struggling with all his might. The System's background panel was a light green. It was extremely healthy.
"Boss, if this was my child, I would strangle him to death," Su Yun said from the side.
'Nonsense,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. He could not strangle his own child to death, could he?
However, looking at this situation, Zhou Chunyong had a headache.
The gastric tube was placed to the side. The gastric lavage machine was already ready. The motor was roaring, but for some reason, it had not started yet.
A woman was holding a child and crying. She was half-squatting and half-kneeling beside the emergency bed.
Zheng Ren sighed.
The surgery broadcast room.
The surgery broadcast room.
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