At the end of the banquet, Zheng Ren was exhausted.
It was a kind of exhaustion that came from the depths of his soul. In the end, he agreed to teach a doctor from the Secondary Hospital how to perform TIPS surgery. Director Zhang let him go.
Zheng Ren knew that as a social animal, he could not avoid such activities no matter how much he disliked them.
However, he just did not like them.
Feng Xuhui did not drink. He served as a waiter, running back and forth, pouring wine and tea. From time to time, he would tell dirty jokes and flatter the leaders present to lighten the mood.
After a few baptisms, Feng Xuhui had matured very quickly. He was no longer a rookie in the workplace and looked like a mature professional manager.
He was also very tired, but especially excited. His body was in a state of excitement.
Every hospital was like a fortress that he broke through. His products entered the market and sales increased greatly. Then, his performance improved by leaps and bounds. The year-end bonus was so generous that he could not spend it all.
It was all so beautiful when he thought about it.
Feng Xuhui trusted the advice of the boss from Imperial Capital more and more. Chief Zheng was a thick thigh that he had to cling to.
Feng Xuhui did not know what TIPS surgery was. However, he could understand the attitude that everyone in the Secondary Hospital was showing to Chief Zheng.
After the banquet, Feng Xuhui dragged Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner out of the Secondary Hospital.
"Chief Zheng, should I send you or the professor first?" Feng Xuhui asked.
The professor had drunk a lot and was already snoring in the backseat.
"Send the professor to Shangri-La first." Zheng Ren rolled down the window and lit half a Ziyun. He took a deep breath and felt the spiciness of the tobacco and the refreshing northeastern wind. Only then did he feel better. "Send him upstairs. I'll have some peace and quiet downstairs."
"Okay." Feng Xuhui knew Zheng Ren better. Seeing that he was upset, he did not bother to chat and drove straight to Shangri-La.
After sending Professor Rudolf Wagner to the hotel room, Feng Xuhui asked Zheng Ren where they were going.
When he heard the name of the residential area, Feng Xuhui's expression changed slightly.
No wonder Chief Zheng did not care about money and only focused on surgery. Look at him, he lived in the most luxurious villa area in the city.
Only rich people could break away from vulgar interests and devote themselves to doing what they loved.
Surgery was just a hobby for Chief Zheng.
In an instant, Zheng Ren's image in Feng Xuhui's mind changed again and again, going further and further in the wrong direction, like a stray dog that had lost its rigidity.
Zheng Ren fiddled with his phone and chatted with Xie Yiren.
He wanted to go to Xie Yiren's house, knock on the door, greet her goodnight face to face, hug her, and say goodbye.
If that was the case, it would be a perfect night, just like the TIPS surgery he had performed.
However, Chu Yanzhi was staying at Xie Yiren's house. She was on flexible duty today.
Based on Xie Yiren's personality, with someone around … Zheng Ren was a little distressed and finally decided to forget about it.
It was already very late, and there were still a lot of things to do tomorrow.
Zheng Yunxia's 64-slice CT scan needed to be reconstructed with 3D images to see how effective the two interventional embolization treatments were.
The patients needed ward rounds after the surgery, and there was an old man who was pretending to be sick in the ward.
Forget it … I'll just go home and take a bath to wash away my fatigue. Then, I'll rest early. Su Yun had also been on duty for two days. It was time for him to change.
Feng Xuhui followed Zheng Ren's instructions and arrived at the villa.
Feng Xuhui was still emotional when he saw Zheng Ren open the door and enter the villa.
What is a silent dog that bites? Chief Zheng was one. He usually did not flaunt his wealth. His clothes were ordinary and he was not picky about his food, but he lived in a villa.
The gap between people was really big.
Feng Xuhui sighed and left immediately.
There was still a lot of work to do when he returned. For example, evaluating the surgery today and analyzing the usage of TIPS surgical supplies in the Secondary Hospital in the future.
Although this should be the work of the company's data analysts, Feng Xuhui still believed that they were far from reality. Their estimates were much lower than the 'real' values he had calculated.
'I'll work hard. I hope I can live in a villa like Chief Zheng's one day.'
Feng Xuhui cheered himself on and disappeared into the vast night.
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The next day, Zheng Ren was called for breakfast by Xie Yiren.
Chu Yanzhi was very interested in his' freelance surgery 'at the Secondary Hospital and asked all sorts of questions. Xie Yiren quietly ate her breakfast. Occasionally, she raised her head and peeked at Zheng Ren out of the corner of her eye. Then, she lowered her head.
When he arrived at the emergency ward, Zheng Ren asked about the emergency patients for the past two nights.
Unexpectedly, Su Yun had been exceptionally relaxed these two days. No emergency patients bothered him, so he was at ease.
"You must have overlooked the blessings of the Night Shift God." Su Yun laughed mockingly at Zheng Ren.
This guy was really lucky. Zheng Ren sighed.
At 7: 55 am, Professor Rudolf Wagner came to work on time. The moment he saw Zheng Ren, he stopped him and wanted to talk about his reflection on the TIPS surgery yesterday.
His idea was directly rejected by Zheng Ren.
He had to hand over shifts, do ward rounds, and see patients. There were so many things to do. Who had time to study with him?
This was not Heidelberg University. There were not that many medical staff working here.
The medical staff had long been smoothed out by life. In modern terms, they had been swept away by life.
Under the premise of insufficient manpower, they desperately squeezed out their energy to treat every patient. As for scientific research … It was a distant matter. He could not even take care of his wife and children at home. How could he have the mood to study such things?
After ward rounds, Old Chief Physician Pan sat in the office. The professor was called away by Chang Yue to help. As for what help, Zheng Ren did not know and did not want to ask.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun prepared to go from department to department. There were many things to do, such as the blood ammonia of the patients after surgery and how the serious patients were doing.
As soon as the two of them left the emergency ward, Zheng Ren was surprised to see a group of people.
A group of children. They were not old, around eight or nine years old. There were two adults leading them. The adults were gentle and did not look like bad people.
Which teacher was sick? Nowadays, teachers had a high status. Parents would rush to help solve problems at home.
Zheng Ren had once heard from his colleagues that the one thing he regretted most in his life was joining the children's class QQ group. After joining, there were two things he did every day. One was to get scolded by the teachers, and the other was to flatter them.
Zheng Ren thought about it carefully. There were no sick teachers in the ward.
The children were not old. Could it be …
Zheng Ren was still in a daze. A slightly older child raised the newspaper in his hand and carefully compared it to Zheng Ren.
"Uncle, you are Doctor Zheng, right?" The child was young and spoke in a childish voice. It was very cute.
"Yes, I am." Zheng Ren glanced at the Sea City Metropolis Daily in the child's hand. He could not see the date clearly, but his photo on the front page was very eye-catching.
"Hello, uncle. We are students from Ninth Elementary School. Our form teacher is Teacher Yang Lili," the leading child said seriously. The child in the lead said seriously, "We're here to visit Teacher Yang and to thank you."
Zheng Ren smiled and patted the child's head. "You're welcome. It's what I should do."
At that moment, the adult who had come with the children approached Zheng Ren, bowed and said politely, "Doctor Zheng, the children insisted on visiting you. We had no choice but to disturb you. Please forgive us if we've been rude. "
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Zheng Ren was flustered.
Zheng Ren did not know how to deal with such a situation. He was at a loss.
Su Yun, on the other hand, stood behind Zheng Ren and laughed at the joke.
"Students from Grade 2 Class 1, Teacher Yang's condition is gradually improving. We will visit her in a few days. This is Doctor Zheng, the person who gave Teacher Yang a second life. What are you going to do? "
The slightly older child was probably the class monitor. With a stern expression, she faced the students and said, "Grade 2 Class 1, attention!"
The children quickly formed a small square formation as if they were doing morning exercises.
The class monitor turned around. Although she tried her best to act like an adult, her voice was still childish.
"Doctor Zheng, the students of Grade 2 Class 1 of Ninth Elementary School would like to express our sincerest gratitude to you." She raised her right arm and gave a young pioneer salute.
The thirty or so children behind her raised their arms almost simultaneously.
It wasn't very neat, but the sincerity of their feelings was overflowing.
It was boiling hot and restrained. Zheng Ren's heart was boiling.
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