[912, anesthesiologist, He Junjin, found his contact information.]
Chief Qiu sent a message to one of his doctors.
Soon, that person replied and said that he would look for him immediately.
Chief Qiu chatted with Boss Zheng and Su Yun, but in another space, he was busy.
[Who knows the anesthesiologist from the 912?]
An anesthesiology group was flooded with messages. Another anesthesiology group was also flooded with messages.
This kind of thing was not common. It happened occasionally, and it was all personal matters. Those who did not know did not speak. Those who knew would chat privately.
In an instant, a few anesthesiologists sent the WeChat business cards of the doctors from the 912 they knew to this person. Then, they asked him to wait for a moment. They would contact the other party and greet him first.
Otherwise, if they rashly added someone as a friend, some people would hate it.
Time passed like a year. Ten minutes later, the doctors under Chief Qiu were pulled into a special group.
[This is Doctor Luo from the 912 anesthesiology department. You guys chat.]
[Hello, Teacher Luo. Is there a doctor named He Junjin in the 912?]
The anesthesiologist working under Chief Qiu quickly expressed his respect and explained his purpose in a simple and concise manner.
Everyone was very busy, and it was the weekend. There was no need to exchange pleasantries. That would be even more annoying.
[Lao He? He Junjin? Why are you looking for him?]
The doctor from the 912 asked cautiously.
[Our chief suddenly said that he wants to look for this Teacher He. I think he has encountered some problems with the scientific research he is doing.]
The anesthesiologist under Chief Qiu began to make up nonsense. In short, he had to pick something nice to say first. At this time, he should not let others misunderstand that he was looking for trouble with Lao He.
[…]
[Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm from Tiannan Province …]
In his hurry, he actually forgot the most important thing. After briefly introducing his identity, the anesthesiologist of the 912 said that he would contact Lao He first.
Lao He was reading at home. He calculated the time. At 3: 30 in the afternoon, he still had to pick up the girl who was taking supplementary lessons and go home.
Boss Zheng wanted to perform surgery on Little Shitou. From the looks of it, one surgery was nothing. There would definitely be more to come. This kind of surgery would become more difficult the more it was done.
Lao He was doing his homework in advance. He searched for relevant literature reports for young children and cachexia.
As long as Boss Zheng needed it, Lao He felt that he had to make sufficient preparations to prevent any situations that he could not handle during the operation.
Lao He was not worried that the patient would not be able to get off the stage. With Boss Zheng around, these were all fleeting clouds. However, once Boss Zheng directly commanded in the middle, his role would be reduced to a hair-raising level.
He couldn't be a sound engineer for the rest of his life. Just being lucky wouldn't guarantee his position in the medical team.
Moreover, anyone could become a sound engineer. There would come a day when they would run out of money to live off their savings. Although the Chu sisters were well-behaved and obedient, they still called him Teacher He even though they had only met once and performed a Heaven Level surgery.
But Lao He was still afraid that he would be laid off.
He had to seize all his time to follow in Boss Zheng's footsteps. He definitely could not hold him back.
Lao He was focused on studying the case reports of young children with cachexia. There were not many such things. It seemed like he had to go to the group to ask who had similar experiences.
Experience like this could not be filtered through big data, so one could only fumble around on their own.
It was really distressing. Boss Zheng's surgeries were about to break through the sky. He could barely keep up and needed to go all out.
Or should he find time to ask Boss Zheng? Brother Yun was fine too. Although he had not personally seen Boss Zheng perform anesthesia from beginning to end, his level was definitely higher than his.
Where did Boss Zheng go? It seemed like he went out for a consultation. This time, he only brought Brother Yun with him. When would he be able to be inseparable from Boss Zheng?
Lao He sighed, but before he could finish sighing, his phone rang, giving Lao He a fright.
"Hello? Little Radish, what's the matter? "
"Uh … Tiannan? Chief Anesthesiologist of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University? I remember his surname is Qiu. "
"You're looking for me for scientific research? Don't talk nonsense. It's a big weekend. I'm watching TV at home. "
Doctor Luo repeatedly explained that it was true. He said that an anesthesiologist from the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University was looking for Lao He in many anesthesiologists' groups.
Lao He was not flattered. He was already in his forties and had been homeless for the first half of his life. It was not that he was not shocked by the favor or humiliation, but he would not think that he was special just because of such a small matter.
There must be something wrong with everything that was abnormal! Lao He thought to himself.
He carefully agreed to the request. After adding the doctor from Tiannan on WeChat, he was greeted with a lot of compliments.
[You are …]
[Teacher He, our chief asked me to look for you. I've finally contacted you! Please wait a moment. I'll pull our chief in. You can talk to him in detail.]
After saying that, the other side did not immediately create a group. Instead, it was silent for a few seconds.
[Is that okay?]
He did not forget to greet him politely. Lao He smiled. This child was quite cautious.
[No problem. We're on the same side. There's no need to be polite.]
Lao He had been trying hard to think about what had happened that caused a chief to look for him in the anesthesiology group.
Tiannan … Uh, didn't Boss Zheng go to Tiannan? Could it be that he had encountered some trouble?!
That was impossible. If he was in trouble, he would not look for him. Even if he was looking for him, it would be Brother Yun who called him.
He could not figure it out until a stranger added him on WeChat.
The note below was from the Department of Anesthesiology, Qiu.
Chief Qiu, it was really Chief Qiu!
Lao He quickly clicked accept. His heart was in his throat. What exactly was going on would be revealed soon.
[Teacher He, I've heard a lot about you.]
Lao He looked at the message sent by Chief Qiu and was stunned. The series of business flattery and bootlicking were all forgotten.
What the hell? You're a department chief, and you've heard a lot about me, a junior doctor?!
[Teacher He, Boss Zheng is still with me. Let's not talk for now. Let's leave our contact information. I'll go to the Imperial Capital for a meeting in a few days and pay a visit.]
It was really like that! Lao He was stunned for a moment before he came to a realization.
[Chief Qiu, don't call me teacher. When are you coming to the Imperial Capital? Let me know in advance. I'll pick you up at the airport.]
[You're too polite. We'll talk in detail when I'm free.]
Putting down his phone, Lao He really did not understand.
He had not even gone out, and his status in the industry had already skyrocketed?
In the country … There were not many, but the chief anesthesiologists of the top twenty large Class Three Grade A Hospitals had to politely call him Teacher He?
Lao He felt very comfortable with this' Teacher He '. He spoke politely to Chief Qiu, but he could not stop the smile on his face.
What did Boss Zheng do this time that even his status had risen? However, Lao He was not in a hurry to ask. He would wait for them to return and ask Brother Yun himself.
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