In the 912 operating theater, Su Yun was leaning on the sofa with his phone in his hand.
"Boss, Nanshan City said they want to invite us there," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren focused on the surgery and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Isn't the diagnosis of the celiac disease patient clear? Director Wu wants to talk to you about what kind of disease should be sent to the People's Hospital for treatment and what kind of disease should stay in the mental hospital for treatment."
"…" Zheng Ren was silent and his shoulders shrugged slightly.
"This topic is too big. I'll reply directly," Su Yun said.
"Uh … Don't," Zheng Ren said. "Let me think. What day is the appointment?"
"Huh? It's rare to see you so interested. What are you thinking? "Su Yun asked curiously.
"This topic is very big, but it's also quite important," Zheng Ren said. "Just like the patient yesterday. He can be cured without eating noodles. If he is sent to the mental hospital, won't he be crippled?"
"I'll summarize the relevant conditions. You can agree to it first," Zheng Ren said softly.
"Tsk tsk, the boss is mighty," Su Yun said absent-mindedly.
"Lin Yuan, lower your hand. I've already told you three times." Zheng Ren did not pay attention to Su Yun. Instead, he pressed the intercom and spoke to Lin Yuan, who was performing the surgery.
"Your requirements are too strict. Lin Yuan still hasn't come into contact with much. I estimate that she will only have a breakthrough after another 200 surgeries," Su Yun commented from behind.
"Yes, with her comprehension, it's about this number." Zheng Ren nodded.
"You saw the results on Little Stone's side, right?"
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "I'm still a little dissatisfied with the effect of the first episode."
Su Yun was stunned. "Boss, the tumor cells in the blood have been found and partially controlled. Are you still not satisfied? Do you want to go to heaven? This is still the initial effect. I estimate that it will be better after a few days of corresponding improvements. "
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "It should be able to do better. However, Little Stone gave me a little surprise. He hasn't had any side effects until now. "
"That child is resistant," Su Yun said. "Just look at his illness. If it were anyone else, they would have died a long time ago. Isn't he still carrying it?"
"We'll talk about Little Stone later. I sorted out my thoughts on the way back. I'll contact Berta later," Zheng Ren said. "The effect of this medicine can be stronger when taken orally."
Su Yun looked at his boss's back. Sometimes, he really didn't know what he was thinking.
The reverse transcription process of tumor cells was controlled, and the mitosis was suppressed. The number of scattered tumor cells did not increase significantly. Lil Fugui said that Berta's laboratory was already excitedly preparing for a cocktail party to celebrate, but the boss was still not satisfied.
Was this guy really prepared to go to heaven?
Sometimes, he felt that this silly guy was quite interesting. Su Yun shook his head slightly and suddenly said, "By the way, Boss, Little Stone asked me for an external network account today."
"Account? What external network? "
"China's biomedical literature database. I gave it to him before I left," Su Yun said. "He said it wasn't enough. I
Give him the Database account and the Medline account. "
"What's he doing on these professional websites?" Zheng Ren suddenly turned his head and asked Su Yun.
"I'll learn." Su Yun said, "He might feel that the time belongs to him is a little too long, so he wants to learn it himself and then treat himself. I guess this child is like you, more or less disdainful of others. This is pride from the bottom of his heart, or arrogance. "
"He's still too young to understand a lot of things." Zheng Ren shook his head.
"Who was the one who said that he was born knowing?" Su Yun caught a flaw and retorted with a smile, "I saw his browsing records in China's biomedical literature database. They're all related to the research direction of Berta's laboratory."
"Okay, take a look." Zheng Ren did not care. If Little Stone wanted to see it, he could see it. It was just some public information. Originally, he thought that if he gave him a phone, he would use it to play qualifying matches and kill time. However, he did not expect him to start doing bioengineering research. Zheng Ren did not have much hope.
Although some peerless geniuses, such as Einstein, did not need any laboratory to come up with conjectures and later prove that they were correct, at least it would provide scientific research with an idea.
However, Zheng Ren did not think that Little Stone would be able to do this. A genius like Einstein was not easy to catch.
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Ning Qiao was preparing for an afternoon nap.
He was different from others. He did not have a desire for afternoon naps and had a certain fear of them.
Ever since he was diagnosed with depression, Ning Qiao felt that his entire being was not good.
Work was stressful, and there was nothing in life that attracted him. The sky had become gray, and he did not know how long it had been since he last saw the sun.
Other people's afternoon naps were rest, but Ning Qiao's afternoon naps would cause him to fall into an endless nightmare that was difficult to extricate himself from.
However, he did not rest well at night. If he did not sleep for a while at noon, he was afraid that he would not be energetic in the afternoon and be scolded by his boss again.
In fact, he would not enter that endless nightmare every time he fell asleep. Sleeping every day was like trying his luck. Ning Qiao had nothing else to say.
He secretly took out the bupropion that he was supposed to take at noon and ate it. Ning Qiao did not tell anyone about his depression. He was always afraid that others would look at him strangely.
In Ning Qiao's opinion, depression was a mental illness. He did not want others to say that he was mentally ill behind his back.
From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to sleep, but he could not take it anymore. His mind was on the verge of collapse at any time.
He found a sofa to lie down, covered himself with his coat, and closed his eyes after saying goodbye to his colleagues.
"I hope nothing happens, I hope nothing happens," Ning Qiao muttered in his heart.
Closing his eyes, Ning Qiao was not sleepy at all. His brain seemed to be filled with paste, and he was a little confused. His temples were throbbing with pain.
"When will it end?" Ning Qiao thought dejectedly. "Death may be the end." In a daze, he thought of death.
"It seems that only when my life is over can I sleep quietly." Ning Qiao sighed, and his mind was even more confused.
Thinking of all kinds of messy things, Ning Qiao felt that he had "slept" again and again. It was just that the quality of sleep was quite poor. Sleeping was more tiring than not sleeping.
"Little Qiao, get up, get up and work." His colleague shouted from the side.
"Oh." Ning Qiao felt pain all over his body. He did not know what kind of work he would do in the afternoon.
Maybe the boss would scold him. Life was really boring.
Ning Qiao got up, thinking about what he would do if he was fired by the boss.
But in the next second, he was stunned.
The office was completely empty, not even a shadow of a person could be seen.
A cold wind blew, and the paper on the table moved slightly. The rustling sound revealed a sense of gloom.
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