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Chapter 1675

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The three directors came from Tokyo National Hospital, UCLA Medical Center, and Massachusetts General Hospital.

The latest statistics showed that Massachusetts General Hospital was ranked number one in the world in the medical system. It surpassed Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins Hospital.

Therefore, at this exchange meeting, the director of Massachusetts General Hospital, Chris Johnson, naturally sat in the middle.

The content of this meeting was to discuss the development, difficulties, and opportunities of the medical industry.

No one expected the organizing committee to invite Director Chris Johnson to attend and speak at the forum.

Number one in the world, this word was full of gold.

Director Yan sat in the first row and pondered.

Perhaps it was because of the establishment of Shanghai Jiahui International Hospital, in order to expand publicity and influence, they invited Director Chris Johnson.

In the future, the path of a Class Three Grade A Hospital would become more and more difficult.

Private hospitals were wantonly poaching. Many young and middle-aged doctors who had just been trained and had the level of a group of professors were poached with high salaries.

The retired old chief physicians and old professors had also gone to large private hospitals.

That was not all. Even the world's number one hospital, Massachusetts General Hospital, had reached out to the country and established a specialized hospital for tumors in Shanghai.

The development of the 912 had a long way to go.

In fact, a large public hospital like the 912 did not suffer the greatest blow. A Class Three Grade A hospital like Sea City General Hospital was under the greatest pressure.

Director Chris Johnson was speaking. It was long and boring.

The simultaneous interpreter meticulously translated the nonsense. She was very young and was obviously a little nervous.

Some of the directors from all over the country held ballpoint pens in their hands and pretended to take notes seriously. Some whispered to each other and talked about joining forces. Some tried to get close to the director of the top Class Three Grade A Hospital in the country to build a good relationship and see if they could set up an academician workstation.

As for the glorious history of Massachusetts General Hospital and the promotion of modern medicine that Director Chris Johnson was talking about, no one cared.

After 5 ′ 22 ″, Director Chris Johnson's assistant took out his phone from his bag. He glanced at it and then waved it at Director Chris.

The director was reading the manuscript very seriously and did not notice what his assistant was doing below the stage.

In Director Chris Johnson's opinion, this was an impassioned speech. He had to do his best to set up the atmosphere.

The assistant was helpless. He knew that it would take at least 10 minutes to finish reading the manuscript, so he could only hang up the phone.

However, the person on the other side of the phone was very persistent and called over and over again.

Even if the Boston Red Sox won the championship, they could not be in such a hurry that they could not even wait for a speech.

The assistant looked at him helplessly.

The tag on the phone screen had changed to another phone number, and the name was a big shot that he couldn't afford to offend.

He hesitated for a moment. It was definitely better to help Dean Chris Johansson get on the phone first and explain the situation here.

"Hey."

"Chris, you bastard! You didn't even answer the board's phone!"

"Dr. Jason Varitek, Dean Chris is giving a speech. It's not convenient for him to answer your call."

"Lil 'Charlie, stop the damn speech right now and give the phone to Chris! I'm going to talk to him about the board's decision. All that's left is his vote. Although his opinion isn't important, we still have to … "

Charlie, the assistant, immediately realized that something big had happened.

The board of directors of Massachusetts General Hospital rarely rushed to inform Director Chris of anything, let alone rudely interrupt a speech.

He did not hesitate. Dr. Jason Varitek was not someone a small assistant like him could afford to offend.

Charlie, the assistant, jogged all the way to the rostrum and handed the phone to Director Chris Johansson. A second before he lost his temper, he said, "Director, it's Dr. Jason Varitek. He said that the board of directors has made an important decision."

The simultaneous interpreter was a young girl who had just graduated from school. This was the first important task in her life.

She was very nervous and subconsciously translated the words of her assistant, Charlie.

All the directors in the country below the stage raised their heads and looked at Director Chris Johansson.

"Damn the board of directors." Director Chris Johansson muttered softly, picked up the phone, and raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to leave.

When he had just uttered a word, Jason Varitek's voice roared on the other side of the phone.

After being amplified by the microphone, it sounded so real.

The simultaneous interpreter nervously translated this sentence.

"Chris, Keenta met Dr. Zheng and invited him to become a tenured professor at our hospital!"

"Dr. Zheng? Who is he? "Director John Chris was stunned.

"He's the doctor who has been nominated for the Nobel Prize!"

The simultaneous interpreter was so focused that she did not realize that the voice she heard was coming from the phone's microphone. She translated it meticulously.

Below the stage, all the directors in the country were in an uproar.

Nominated Nobel Prize?

Some people knew that a doctor named Zheng Ren had been nominated for the Nobel Prize in 912, but to most people, the Nobel Prize in Medicine was like the moon. They could see it but could never get close to it.

It was just a beautiful legend.

Even under the shocking term of the nominated Nobel Prize, even tenured professors were not so eye-catching.

Director Yan was stunned for a moment and then asked Ye Qingqiu beside him, "Did Zheng Ren go to the United States?"

"No." Ye Qingqiu also did not understand what had happened. "The health care team's mission is recorded in the medical administration division. It's said that he's going to Nanyang."

What did Nanyang have to do with Massachusetts General Hospital?

However, this kid was really good at causing trouble. Director Yan smiled and sat steadily in his seat.

"Director Yan, is the Dr. Zheng they're talking about the Dr. Zheng that your hospital poached?" Director Zhang of the Imperial Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital asked in a low voice.

Director Yan nodded slightly, the smile on his face a little wide.

"No! There are only three tenured professors. Hasn't the last spot been empty for twenty years with the death of Old Locke? "

"This is the decision of the board of directors. Dr. Keenta proposed it and received 80% of the votes. Old John, I'm just calling to inform you. "

"I think it's the right choice for Dr. Zheng to be a tenured professor, but it should be after the Nobel Prize review is over, not now. Isn't it a little rash to make a decision at this time? "Director Chris Johnson said loudly.

The simultaneous interpreter was very serious. He translated all the words meticulously.

"According to reliable news from Sweden, Dr. Olsen has already met His Majesty and explained this matter," Jason Varitek said. "Keenta used the rights of an independent director once a year to convene a board meeting. He also said very strongly that if Dr. Zheng is not elected as a tenured professor, he will resign!"

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