To Li Xiaochen's surprise, however, Zheng Ren's expression remained impassive as he said, "One and a half million."
Li Xiaochen's heart skipped a beat. Was he too late? Had a headhunter already beaten him to the punch?
He gritted his teeth and added, "After taxes!"
With the new tax law and 1.5 million annual salary, the after-tax value was in the hundreds of thousands.
"Okay." Zheng Ren's expression did not change. He coiled the micro-guide wire in his hand like an old monk coiling his beads.
"Our hospital has the best interventional radiology equipment that can fully showcase your skills," Li Xiaochen added. "We don't accept emergency cases either. All patients pay their own way, so you won't have to worry about wrangling with the medical insurance bureau."
There was no emergency treatment, and there was no need to worry about the financial problems of the patients.
"Oh, your hospital is really good." This time, Zheng Ren was more talkative.
Still not enough?
Li Xiaochen thought it was time to leave. This young man was going to ask for an exorbitant price.
However, he was not willing to give up. He saw indifference in Zheng Ren's eyes, as if millions of yuan, world-class equipment, and a good medical environment were not important to him.
As long as one was a doctor, these were the most important things. No one would not care about it.
What did he want?
Li Xiaochen was deep in thought, deep in thought.
"Director Li, if there's nothing else, I'll …" Zheng Ren quickly asked him to leave.
It was strange. This was the first time Li Xiaochen had met a doctor like Zheng Ren.
To poach someone, the most important thing was to know what the other party was thinking.
However, Li Xiaochen only saw calmness in Zheng Ren's eyes, which did not match his age. No matter what he said, the man's true thoughts were not revealed.
In the face of Zheng Ren's dismissal, Li Xiaochen stood up and said a few polite words before closing the door and leaving.
On his way downstairs, Li Xiaochen refused to admit defeat. He refused to believe that there was someone he could not recruit.
Such a person did not exist. The only difference was the price.
Li Xiaochen picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was fourteen in the afternoon. He started contacting headhunters to look for any clues related to Zheng Ren.
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Meanwhile, eight o 'clock in the morning in Germany.
Professor Rudolf Wagner woke up from his sleep. After washing up, he turned on his phone and saw dozens of messages.
Fortunately, his phone was set to sleep mode last night. Professor Rudolf Wagner was glad that his sleep had not been disturbed. He turned off his phone and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, Rudolph." When he went downstairs, the professor met a doctor who had come to attend the Haringol Award Ceremony. As soon as they met, the doctor greeted him warmly.
"Good morning, young August," Professor Rudolf Wagner said.
"Professor, have you heard about the news from Midnight?" Ogyust looked at Professor Rudolf Wagner strangely.
"News?" The professor immediately realized that it should be a message in his hand or something else.
But what important matter could it be?
"When we were asleep yesterday, a doctor in China started a live broadcast of a prostate interventional embolization surgery. Yes, the new tactic that you completed in China a few days ago. "
Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled but didn't say anything.
"I can only say that those hands were given by God, and the failure is not your fault."
Failure? What failure?
Professor Rudolf Wagner's expression turned serious. He took out his phone and opened his email.
How could anyone be better at interventional embolization than he was? Hand of God! That d * mned prostate! I've reached the limits of human ability!
His mailbox was full of emails, all of which had been sent to him since early in the morning.
Professor Rudolf Wagner opened the email from Huang Zhishan, the CEO of Biosensors International.
The content of the email was simple. Huang Zhishan had sent the surgery recording and asked the professor if he could perform a better surgery.
His eyes must have been glued to the cheese, and all he could think of was butter.
How could anyone be better than him? Professor Rudolf Wagner was still brimming with confidence.
Take a look? The professor downloaded the email and prepared to have his breakfast. He could not let this damned matter affect his mood.
He glanced at the other emails. The content was similar, but most of them were asking about his surgery in a vague manner.
Could it be that the Chinese really was better than him?
Impossible … that's impossible.
Professor Rudolf Wagner sat at the dining table in confusion. Suddenly, his phone rang.
The call came from Sweden. It was from Professor Mehar in Stockholm.
Professor Mehar was one of the judges for the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Rudolf had always had a good relationship with him.
"Rudolf, I just received a surgery video from the East. The surgery was almost perfect." Mehar was in his eighties, but he was hale and hearty. His voice was not loud, but it was full of authority.
Rudolf Wagner's movements froze, as if he had turned into an ice sculpture.
"Have you watched the video?" Mehar asked.
"Dear Professor, I haven't had time to look at it yet," Rudolf Wagner said respectfully.
"Then watch it when you have time," Mehar said. Mehar said, "Originally, after I watched your surgery video, I felt that the surgery was very good. It gave me hope. But do you know, after watching the video, if it wasn't for my assistant stopping me, I think I would have boarded a flight to China. "
Rudolf Wagner realized the urgency of the situation and immediately said, "Dear Professor, I will fly to China immediately to meet the doctor who performed the surgery. Don't worry, I will definitely prepare the most reliable surgery for you. "
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Mehar hung up.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was a top expert in interventional radiology. Because he understood, he could not understand.
That damned prostate!
How could anyone do better than him?!
Professor Rudolf Wagner had long prepared the relevant knowledge in order to perform this surgery.
Originally, this preparation was to help Professor Mehar deal with the problem of prostate enlargement that had been bothering him. However, it just so happened that he was invited by Biosensors International.
Professor Rudolf Wagner gladly accepted the invitation and came to China to perform an interventional embolization.
There was nothing wrong with the surgery itself. Rudolf could confirm this.
Moreover, he could not think of any possibility of improvement in the surgery.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was full of curiosity. What did the so-called Hand of God do to that damned prostate!
When the video finished downloading, he could not wait to open it.
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