Although the surgery was halfway done and he was not satisfied, Su Yun was right. He had to leave some opportunities for others.
After changing, Zheng Ren called Little Yiren. She was shopping with Chang Yue, and Liu Zewei was the only one on duty.
He asked everyone to have dinner together that night. As for what to eat, there would naturally be a conclusion after the flood in the group chat, so he did not have to worry about it.
When he returned to the ward, he saw Liu Zewei doing statistical reports in front of the computer. He asked, "Old Liu, what are you busy with?"
"Prepare to receive the information of the patients who have been admitted to the hospital." Liu Zewei rubbed his head, turned around, and said, "There are already more than 30 patients. And this is when Little Shen doesn't go out to the clinic much."
"Why are there so many of them?"
"Boss Zheng, the surgery was done well. The patient has returned to his hometown. This is a business card, and it's the kind that shines with golden light." Liu Zewei smiled and said, "There's a WeChat group among the patients. Once one of them is done, the others will follow."
Zheng Ren immediately understood.
He had not been in the 912 for long enough, and the TIPS surgery had just started. This situation was still relatively unfamiliar to Zheng Ren.
With Liu Zewei's reminder, Zheng Ren understood what was going on.
With the rise of instant messaging tools, the communication between patients increased, and the amount of information also increased.
Every region had at least three to five patient communication groups for the same troublesome and incurable disease. When someone was cured, they would talk about it in the group. Those who were interested would directly ask about it and then come over.
This was rather ordinary.
A more advanced group is the group of doctors.
Xinglin Garden's live broadcast had contributed greatly.
Then, there was the group of directors that Zhou Chunyong had summoned from various places. After they went back, all of them happily posted things in the professional group chat, which also played a great role in promoting the development of the organization.
Thinking about it, it made sense. The people who came to train in TIPS surgery were all chief physicians from other places. Most of them were world-renowned experts and professors from all over the world.
Three hundred thousand dollars was enough for a department director to work in front of the operating table for a year while wearing radiation lines and sticking out his butt.
After taking such a huge advantage, if he didn't say anything, wouldn't it be the same as wearing silk clothes in the dark? The other directors in the group were also curious about how amazing the professor was. Two lectures were worth 300,000 USD.
This was just the beginning. Most of the patients and chief physicians from various regions were just waiting to see what would happen.
Even so, the small six beds could no longer withstand the pressure and were on the verge of paralysis.
Zheng Ren did not have a good idea. The community hospital should be ready in half a month. It was only the time for two batches of patients.
As long as the other side was fine, he would not give Lin Jiaojiao a hospital bed first. He would hurry up and do the TIPS surgery until it was disgusting.
Then, there would be a huge siphon effect, and the surrounding patients with portal hypertension would be sucked over.
Even patients from all over the country would flock to the 912.
After returning from the earthquake relief, in less than two months, the situation had already been opened. It was like a dream. Even Zheng Ren found it hard to believe.
"Old Liu, let's go drink Da Wu Su tonight!" Su Yun was not interested in the number of patients he accepted. After talking for a day, he was scheming against each other.
When he came back, he watched another major emergency rescue. His confidence had suffered a blow, and now he only wanted to drink.
Liu Zewei did not have a deep love for drinking, but he did not want to brush off Su Yun's intentions.
While they discussed what to eat for dinner, Zheng Ren scrolled through his phone, turned it on silent mode, and turned on the volume.
There were many messages.
Chu Huainan had been discharged from the hospital yesterday. Song Ying left a message saying that he would bring Zheng Ren out to play recently. His tone was very relaxed, as if he was an old friend of many years. He did not have the greasy feeling of a middle-aged uncle.
It was friendly and casual, simple and relaxed.
Lin Jiaojiao reported the progress of the project on WeChat every day. It seemed that her judgment of half a month could be advanced a little.
Hu Yanhui sent a crazy emoji. Seeing that Zheng Ren did not reply, she did not send anything else. Su Yun's side had probably driven Peng Jia crazy. Under the pressure, Hu Yanhui, the luckiest employee in Xinglin Garden, could not bear it.
Zheng Ren scrolled down and saw Xie Yiren's message. A smile appeared on his face.
However, just as the smile appeared, it froze.
The blood in his body froze as well.
[Zheng Ren, my dad will be back tomorrow. Let's have dinner together after pushing everything off. Don't, don't do the surgery.]
Zheng Ren's brain suddenly crashed, and it was a mess.
Zheng Ren was afraid of meeting his father-in-law. He had been dragging it out as long as he could, one day late.
If his father-in-law did not agree, what would happen to his relationship with Xie Yiren?
Would it be like an urban romantic drama?
In the past, when he was in Sea City, Zheng Ren was really afraid that one day Xie Yiren's mother would come to him and write him a note — young man, I'll give you two million yuan to leave my daughter.
Now, he could be considered to have a small fortune. It seemed that he could not even say that if he did not offer two hundred million yuan.
He worked hard. With the blessing of the System and the inconsistent flow of surgical training in the System space, he continued to grow and grow rapidly.
Looking back, he could barely be considered a match for each other.
What Zheng Ren was most worried about was that he was considered a junior at the wine table. He did not know how many harsh questions he had to face and how many topics he had to discuss during the meal.
What to say was a huge problem.
He could not say it, and he did not know how to drink. Zheng Ren had never cared much about these social shortcomings. He was very clear about his position — he was just a surgical dog.
However, in front of his father-in-law, he could not say, "Uncle, lie down and I'll check your body. Show your stomach and pull down your pants. Let me tell you, my physical examination skills are one of the best in the country. "
If that was the case, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat this meal. Little Yiren … He was afraid that he would never see her again.
Zheng Ren's mind was in a mess. Countless things spread out at the same time, and his entire brain began to work at high speed. However, most of the calculations were garbled and meaningless.
This matter was more difficult for Zheng Ren than the turbulence.
If he had this kind of brain speed when communicating with Dr. Mehar and Dr. Olsen, the turbulence formula would have probably been solved by Zheng Ren.
Su Yun felt that something was wrong with Zheng Ren. He glanced at him and saw that his face was pale. He was holding his phone in his hand and his eyes were dull. He smiled.
"Boss, Uncle Ning will come back tomorrow afternoon. I've already informed Peng Jia to bring his people over. The meeting room will be arranged at the Pangu Hotel. A few of them will sit down and talk about the injection of capital. What do you think? "Su Yun asked.
He obviously knew why Zheng Ren was stunned. He had an expression of watching the show and was very happy.
Zheng Ren treated this sentence as a stream of information and directly added it to the flat surface of his thinking. He did not say anything.
In his mind, he was still sitting awkwardly at the wine table. He did not know what to say to his father-in-law, whom he had not met before.
Should he directly bow 90 degrees and call them parents after they met? Or did the other side not agree? Should he tell his father-in-law that Little Yiren was three months pregnant?
Could holding hands get pregnant?
If Su Yun knew that at this moment, Zheng Ren, who had been nominated for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, was thinking about holding hands and getting pregnant, his entire worldview would be shattered.
Seeing that Zheng Ren seemed to be stunned, Su Yun chuckled.
No matter how awesome a person was, there would still be a day when they would be stupid. How was his boss? If it were him, he would definitely not be so worried.
Su Yun blew a breath, and the black hair on his forehead fluttered.
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Su Yun asked despite knowing the answer.
Zheng Ren still did not say anything. He was in a daze. Even he did not know what he was thinking.
It was useless to escape. Almost everything had to be faced with reality in the end.
"Boss Zheng?" Liu Zewei saw that Zheng Ren's face was pale and there was sweat on his temples. Was this hypoglycemia? Or had there been a medical accident and he was completely stupid?
"Ignore him, Old Liu. Think about what to eat tonight." Su Yun stood up and patted Zheng Ren's shoulder. He asked, "Boss, I'll go to the emergency department to see if Zhou Litao has time. Do you want to go?"
"Huh?" Zheng Ren subconsciously said. He had no idea what Su Yun was talking about.
Su Yun was helpless. Looking at this state, the parents' meeting tomorrow was indeed worrying.
Fortunately, when he was in Pengxi Village, the boss had accumulated enough honor points. Even if he behaved a little stupidly at the parents' meeting for the first time, it would be fine … There should be no problem.
He repeated himself.
"Oh, okay." Zheng Ren stood up unsteadily. He could vaguely see dark clouds above his head. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The wind and rain intersected, and the iron horses and ice rivers were everywhere.
Su Yun smiled bitterly. Was Zheng Ren a coward? He guessed so.
He wanted to laugh out loud, but he suppressed it.
There was a big show to watch tomorrow. It was unlikely that the parents' meeting would not pass.
This guy had accumulated a lot of honor points in Pengxi Village. Uncle Ning still had to connect 5G with the robotic arm through the live broadcast of the surgery.
Su Yun could not understand what Xie Ning was thinking and how far-reaching his thoughts were. The layout had been completed. With the spread of 5G, Old Xie … Uncle Ning was ready to show off his skills.
At this time, the appearance of the cheap son-in-law directly sped up the process by ten times. Even if he was a little more stupid, it would probably be fine.
He would just obediently watch the show. The corners of Su Yun's mouth were already raised to the tip of his eyebrows.
"I keep going to the emergency department. The people there have to find time to get closer to me." Su Yun really did not know what to say. He could only casually say, "I think the possibility of Zhou Litao coming out is not high, but it's still necessary to ask."
Zheng Ren's eyes were dull.
"Old Liu, change your clothes and go down together," Su Yun called out.
"Okay." Liu Zewei was very tactful. Although he had observed Boss Zheng's instantaneous change in state, he was also very curious. However, he should not have asked about this matter, so he could not say a word.
He cherished the opportunity in Boss Zheng's medical team very much. Occasionally, Liu Zewei would even think about whether he should return to the Provincial Capital.
It did not seem that he could not consider moving his family over.
The three of them went out. Su Yun and Liu Zewei chatted and laughed all the way. Zheng Ren was like a walking corpse. The atmosphere was especially strange.
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