Domingo Paulo spoke to Boss Zheng in Portuguese.
Other than Su Yun, who could understand a little, no one else knew what he was talking about with Boss Zheng.
Yun Ze had nothing to doubt this time.
The moment Dr. Domingo Paulo barged in, Yun Ze felt like he had transmigrated. After flying for so long, his legs were swollen. In the end, he saw this top international doctor in the Imperial Capital that he had spent a lot of effort to invite.
Was everything he did useless? Not only was it useless, but it also caused more damage?
Thinking of the cause and effect, Yun Ze was a little at a loss.
He did not understand what Dr. Domingo Paulo was saying to Boss Zheng. However, from the looks of it, one of them was so excited that his blood pressure was much higher than his height. It was as if blood was about to burst out of his head. The other one had an indifferent expression and spoke simply.
It was like … a conversation between a student and a teacher. In this conversation, the younger Boss Zheng played the role of a teacher.
Yun Ze stared blankly. Song Ying calmly looked at the entire scene and was very satisfied with Yun Ze's performance. It was only right for him to be surprised. If he did not know better, he would also be at a loss.
Boss Zheng was indeed amazing. This incident once again refreshed Song Ying's understanding of Boss Zheng.
After chatting for nearly half an hour, Song Ying noticed that when Xie Yiren, who was sitting next to Boss Zheng, put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a tissue, Boss Zheng began to end the conversation.
Although Dr. Domingo Paulo was very unhappy, Boss Zheng's attitude was very unyielding. He greeted him and left directly.
Song Ying sent the medical team away and kept an eye on Dr. Domingo Paulo. The internationally renowned expert that Yun Ze had painstakingly invited stood in the night of the Imperial Capital in a daze, as if he had been stunned.
"Little Song, I was wrong this time," Yun Ze stood beside Song Ying and said helplessly as he looked at Domingo Paulo.
When he was in Brazil, Dr. Domingo Paulo was as arrogant as he could be. In order to invite him to perform the surgery, only Yun Ze knew how much he had paid.
But now, in the night of the Imperial Capital, Dr. Domingo Paulo was like an old homeless man, muttering something.
Not to mention arrogance, even if he just stood there, Yun Ze was afraid that a kind-hearted person would give him a few yuan or a burger.
"Chairman Yun, what are you talking about?" Song Ying smiled. "It's all for your own good. You'll be back soon. It's fine as long as you're fine."
Yun Ze was embarrassed and did not know what to say.
Lin Ge was distressed. Boss Zheng had gone back, but he could not leave at all.
He used to think that the Science and Education Division was simpler, more relaxed, and purer than the Medical Division. But when he sat in this position, he found that things were not as he imagined.
If he was like Division Chief Mao, it would be easy for him to get a hold of a doctor for training and show off his authority. But it was really difficult to do something.
Boss Zheng was too good at tormenting people. He 'picked' up a patient with advanced dilated cardiomyopathy from the outside and directly performed the world's first surgery. It was even … a f * cking live broadcast of the surgery.
Although he was already used to Boss Zheng's way of doing things, Lin Ge was still very confused.
He even dared to use an immature surgical method for a live broadcast. Was Boss Zheng's brain flooded with water?
Of course not. If there was water in his head, it could only be his own head.
Lin Ge felt both pain and happiness when he received the letters from the medical institutions all over the world.
Logically speaking, according to the agreement with Boss Zheng, these were all considered his' achievements' in the Science and Education Division. If he was in a private company and assessed his performance, he would definitely be the ace salesman.
But that was where the trouble lay.
With so many things piled up together and so many of the world's top medical institutions requesting an exchange, Boss Zheng would definitely not agree.
Putting aside Boss Zheng's personality, just the fact that he still had a Nobel Prize project in his hands was enough to reject all the invitations.
What should he do? Reject them one by one? When did the 912 become so 'arrogant' in the face of the top foreign hospitals?
Lin Ge looked at Dr. Domingo Paul in front of him and felt a little helpless.
This guy had rushed over after watching the live broadcast of the surgery. A few hours ago, he had been squatting in the ward with a stethoscope to listen to the patient's heart sound.
It was as if he was listening to a piece of music he liked, and it was played on a loop. After the patient's family raised an objection, he acted as if he did not hear it and almost caused a dispute.
When Lin Ge thought of this, his head hurt a little more.
Boss Zheng was too good at causing trouble. Ordinary medical disputes and foreign disputes were not the same concept.
The letters from many of the world's top medical institutions had not been replied to, and the trouble on this side had not been dealt with. Boss Zheng faced all of this coldly …
Everything made Lin Ge feel like he was in a trance. If only he was still a salted fish in the medical administration division.
Although he did not have much status, he still had the joy of family life with his wife and children every day. After coming to the education division, he was so busy that he did not even have time to go home.
How many days had he not been home? Lin Ge himself had forgotten the exact time.
Domingo Paul was deep in thought. Lin Ge contacted a Portuguese translator to send this guy to the hotel. Lin Ge pondered for a moment and did not continue to pay attention to this professor who was known as the world's top cardiothoracic surgery.
If it was a year ago, a doctor at Dr. Domingo Paul's level would definitely come to the country to give lectures.
No matter how he treated him, it would not be enough.
But now, he was here to learn.
Did he need to have such a good attitude towards a student? Lin Ge quickly corrected the three views that he had formed over the years. He was only responsible for sending Dr. Domingo Paul to the hotel and communicating with the front desk staff to let him check in himself.
Finally, he was done. Lin Ge drove home, his entire body exhausted.
Although there were still many things that he had not done, he knew that he could not finish them. Unless Director Yan sent more people to the education division, a few people would not be enough. At least a dozen capable people would be needed to handle it.
He would not dream anymore. Lin Ge made up his mind on the way home. Tomorrow, he would ask his superiors for instructions. Deputy Director Guo, who was in charge of science and education, and Director Yan would have to inform them. What needed to be done would be decided by the superiors.
As for himself …
Lin Ge felt that it was good to stay by Boss Zheng's side and watch the show peacefully. It was also good to be a salted fish with ideals and ambitions.
He still had to be clear about which was more important. Otherwise, it would not be worth it if he lost Boss Zheng, the big watermelon, for a little sesame seed.
At least he did not have to work overtime now and could go home. Lin Ge slowly thought that as long as Boss Zheng did not fall, he would be fine.
A young man who was not even thirty years old would definitely live longer than him, so he did not think too much about it. Lin Ge sorted out his thoughts and seized the time to go home to catch up on sleep.
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