Zhao Yunlong rested for a few days. He put down all his worries and returned to work.
He had been traveling alone for the past few days. Listening to the echoes of the distant mountains and valleys, as well as the morning bells and evening drums, he seemed to have realized the true meaning of life.
Everyone quietened down.
Life was just like that. Living a simple life seemed to be enough.
Although at the beginning, every time he calmed down, a simple and honest face would appear in his mind. However, Zhao Yunlong tried his best to restrain himself and stopped thinking about him.
After a few days of correction, he had recovered from the trauma in his heart. After sending his daughter on the plane, he happily went to work early in the morning.
He didn't have to worry about the hospital bed anymore. He just had to work honestly. What could Department Chief Kong do to him?
Is he really going to kick me out? That's impossible! Zhao Yunlong still had this confidence.
Early in the morning, he came to the ward and saw that it was empty. There were no other patients staying in the ward, and he felt a little relieved. After all, it was only for a few days. It was normal that no one would want to borrow a bed from him.
He subconsciously went to take a look at Zheng Ren's ward next to him. It was also empty.
Zhao Yunlong was a little puzzled.
It was the height of success, and there would probably be countless patients queuing up for Zheng Ren's surgery.
How could there be no patients?
Could it be a medical accident?
As soon as this thought surfaced in his mind, he immediately extinguished it. He knew very well how good Boss Zheng's surgery was.
In fact, he had already completely given up on the idea of fighting back.
It was not shameful to admit defeat because of a lack of skill.
'With Boss Zheng's skills, there shouldn't be any big problems,' Zhao Yunlong thought.
Could it be that Tumor Dong directly dug him out?!
That was possible!
Zhao Yunlong was a little happy and a little jealous. However, he deliberately controlled the changes in his emotions so that the flames of jealousy would not completely burn him into ashes.
When he came to the office, Zhao Yunlong saw Liu Zewei's bald head.
It was a little shiny, like a ten year old walnut, with pulp flowing out of it.
This was a professor from the First Affiliated Hospital of Dibei Provincial Medical University. Zhao Yunlong knew that he had come to Boss Zheng's place to study TIPS surgery.
Liu Zewei was sitting there in boredom, which meant that his guess was wrong.
What had happened when he was not at home? Zhao Yunlong became curious.
"Professor Liu, are you busy?" Zhao Yunlong took the initiative to greet him.
There was still half an hour before the morning shift. The office was empty. The night doctor was still washing up and eating breakfast in the on-call room. Only the two of them were there.
Zhao Yunlong was obviously looking for something to say. Liu Zewei knew that this person was not on good terms with Boss Zheng.
However, as a doctor who was undergoing in-service training, there was no need for him to rush to the front and clash head-on with Zhao Yunlong.
Since Boss Zheng did not say anything, he should just quietly squint his eyes.
"No, I'm not busy. I have nothing to do these two days." Liu Zewei said with some distress.
Zhao Yunlong pretended that nothing had happened. He walked around and said with a smile, "Boss Zheng has a lot of work. Are you used to it?"
"Boss Zheng won't be around these two days." Liu Zewei thought about everything carefully and felt that everyone in the department knew about it. There was no need to keep it a secret.
"Not here? Did you go with a flying knife? "Zhao Yunlong asked.
"Flying dagger … I did go, but only for two days. After he came back, he went to the VIP ward. Dr. Mehar just performed prostate surgery yesterday … "
Zhao Yunlong felt a little disdainful in his heart.
This was rushing to flatter the world's top professor. There was no difference.
"Isn't this because Dr. Olsen from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences rushed over and grabbed Boss Zheng to make a physical model? Dean Yuan personally ordered that Boss Zheng not be allowed to accept patients for a period of time. "
"What?" Zhao Yunlong felt that he had heard wrongly and asked subconsciously.
"Sigh." Liu Zewei sighed and did not continue Zhao Yunlong's words. He just shook his head.
"The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? Does it have something to do with Boss Zheng? "Zhao Yunlong asked in surprise.
"I don't know the specifics either." Liu Zewei said vaguely, "A while ago, I heard Boss Zheng and Brother Yun talk about a few common sense issues in medical physics. I didn't understand them."
Zhao Yunlong was speechless. Through the window, he looked at the VIP ward in the distance and was in a daze.
He did not continue to ask. Boss Zheng's sky was obviously not something he could touch. Dealing with him was a dimensional reduction attack.
It was not too late to turn back now. As long as he understood, it was never too late.
It was just a doctor. What kind of connection would he have with the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? Could it be that he was going to win the Nobel Prize in Physics?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yunlong smiled awkwardly. He could not even win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, let alone the Nobel Prize in Physics.
He was thinking too much.
From today onwards, he would be a happy person.
From today onwards, he would go out to the clinic, accept patients, quietly treat patients, perform surgeries, and perform freelance surgeries.
From today onwards, he would face the sea and enjoy the warmth of spring.
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Zheng Ren had been living a life worse than death these past few days.
He was constantly glad that he had listened to Old Chief Physician Pan's advice and not chosen to do basic research.
He was used to clinical work. Once he left it, he would listen to physical models and various formulas every day. His head would grow several times bigger.
Fortunately, the work that he had participated in had been completed. After sending Dr. Mehar, Dr. Olsen, and the huge team away, this matter came to an end.
For seven consecutive days, he had only performed Dr. Mehar's prostate interventional embolization surgery. Zheng Ren felt that his fingers were about to rust.
Even when he dreamed at night, he would dream of the emergency department's stretcher trolley.
Watching the private plane take off and fly away with Dr. Mehar, Dr. Olsen, and the huge team, Zheng Ren felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Shi Huairu had long disappeared. He did not come to send Dr. Mehar off at all.
Zheng Ren reckoned that this guy was probably squatting in some research institute, trying to figure out the turbulence formula.
"Boss Zheng, you've worked hard recently." When Department Chief Kong saw Zheng Ren's expression, he knew what he was thinking and said with a smile.
Zheng Ren nodded and then smiled. "Department Chief Kong, I can finally go back to perform surgery."
"Do you really not need to rest for a few days?" Department Chief Kong asked with a smile.
The attributes of the surgeon in front of him were too obvious.
He had just sent away the Swedish doctor and research team and was in a hurry to go back for surgery. Why did he have to do this?
However, seeing how excited he was, Department Chief Kong did not want to persuade him any further.
"I feel like I haven't performed surgery for a year. I can't wait anymore," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Over the past few days, Headmaster Yuan has suppressed everything. Tomorrow morning, set aside time for Elder Li to do a full-body CT scan, "Department Chief Kong said.
"Elder Li agreed?"
"Yes. Boss Zheng, is it possible to find the location of the tumor? "Department Chief Kong asked.
"Not really." Zheng Ren sighed.
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