Little Feng, wait in the office for a while. "After Zheng Ren arrived at the office, he put the suitcase aside and prepared to change his clothes.
"Okay." Feng Xuhui knew that Zheng Ren was preparing to check on the patient before the surgery.
He tactfully stood to the side but was pressed into a chair by Zheng Ren.
"Where's Lil Fugui? Why isn't he here yet? "Zheng Ren turned around to leave, wanting to change his clothes.
"He said two minutes. There are still 23 seconds, 22 seconds …" The voices of the two gradually faded away, as if they were in the Sea City emergency ward. This feeling was really good, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.
Professor Rudolf Wagner appeared 20 seconds later, completely ignoring Feng Xuhui. After arriving, the professor hurriedly changed his clothes and made ward rounds with Zheng Ren.
Feng Xuhui sat in the office, waiting for Zheng Ren to finish his ward rounds so that he could ask if there were any new equipment needed.
Suddenly, a person knocked on the door and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, is Boss Zheng here?"
"He … went to … make ward rounds." Feng Xuhui felt that the person looked familiar but could not put a finger on it.
"Oh, you are …" The person walked in. He was wearing a black suit with a small vest and a dark blue tie, making him look much younger than his actual age.
The tie seemed to be Armani, exuding a luxurious smell but very fitting.
Feng Xuhui could not help but stand up. To be able to meet someone who looked very high-end here, someone he still had an impression of but could not remember, was there a need to say more?
"Hello, I'm Feng Xuhui from Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery." Feng Xuhui staggered slightly, then maintained his balance, bowed slightly, and spoke politely.
"Oh, someone from Changfeng." The person smiled and did not even look at Feng Xuhui. He just said casually, "Are you the one who does Boss Zheng's work? You're very good, young man. "
Feng Xuhui immediately confirmed that he was definitely someone in the industry.
However …
"Where's your manager from Imperial Capital? Why did they only send you here? "the person asked lightly.
His tone was very calm, and his expression was even more calm. However, the majesty of a superior made Feng Xuhui feel suffocated.
Suddenly, Feng Xuhui remembered something.
"You're Chief Zhou from Imperial Capital's Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, right?" Feng Xuhui asked carefully.
"Oh? Have you seen it before? "Zhou Chunyong asked.
"Half a year ago, when I just started working, the company organized an academic conference in the capital and invited you to be the keynote speaker." Feng Xuhui was even more humble.
"Oh." Zhou Chunyong had long forgotten about that meeting, let alone an insignificant salesperson.
"Your speech was amazing. I had just …" Feng Xuhui's flattery skills were a little shaky. He wanted to say something nice, but Zhou Chunyong raised his hand to stop him.
"Let's sit down and talk." Zhou Chunyong said, "Which business are you in charge of?"
"In the past, I was in charge of the northeast, mainly to deal with Chief Zheng of Sea City. Later, Chief Zheng was transferred to the 912, so I followed him, "Feng Xuhui said politely. If Zhou Chunyong didn't sit, how would he dare to sit?
These chief physicians in Imperial Capital could decide whether a brand could enter the hospital and whether it would be used in quantity or not. These matters were related to the life and death of the factory. It could be said that the factory was the source of food and clothing.
Although Feng Xuhui didn't target the Imperial Capital's hepatobiliary business, he didn't want to cause trouble for his other colleagues.
"Why didn't I see you when Boss Zheng went to our freelance surgery?" Zhou Chunyong's heart skipped a beat and he began to probe.
For a newbie like Feng Xuhui, it was too easy to get a few words out of him.
"I was injured, so I haven't been here recently. I've just recovered from my injury, so I've delayed a lot of work, "Feng Xuhui said a little embarrassedly.
The smile on Zhou Chunyong's face instantly became more sincere.
He could leave a big customer like Zheng Ren here and not arrange for the salesperson to be busy and serve him like a master. Zhou Chunyong immediately thought of the reason.
It couldn't be that the people from Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery were stupid.
This group of people from the manufacturers were all clever and cunning. The silly manufacturers had already died in the fierce competition.
There was only one reason — the disabled young man in front of him had a very good relationship with Boss Zheng!
Zhou Chunyong was old and shrewd. He guessed the truth in an instant.
"Have a seat, Manager Feng." Zhou Chunyong sat down and said with a smile. He looked Feng Xuhui up and down, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and calculated Boss Zheng's preferences.
Soon, the two foreigners looked all the way to the office door.
A series of unfamiliar languages directly defeated Feng Xuhui.
At first, he tried to communicate but realized that they were not speaking English at all.
Fortunately, Professor Rudolf Wagner rushed over and let the two into the office. He hurriedly said a few words and rushed over to accompany them on their ward rounds.
Feng Xuhui was a little surprised. He was still guessing why Zhou Chunyong was here. The two foreigners were obviously here for Boss Zheng.
All of this was beyond his understanding of the world.
Not long after, two more people came in.
This time, Feng Xuhui did not know the person who came in, but when he saw Zhou Chunyong stand up and greet him warmly, he guessed that he was the chief of some hospital's interventional department.
Feng Xuhui simply stood up and hid in a corner.
Although it was a little inconvenient to walk, it was better than talking to a chief he did not know. More importantly, he was still sitting, and he did not even know when he had offended someone.
After about ten minutes, Department Chief Kong's voice came from the corridor. "Good morning, Boss Zheng."
"Department Chief Kong, Professor Pei, good morning." Zheng Ren greeted Department Chief Kong as he went from one ward to another.
Professor Pei?
Feng Xuhui's heart skipped a beat. Could it be Professor Pei Yingjie?
He was a big shot in the interventional department. In order to promote Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery's equipment and medical supplies, the company had spent a lot of effort to invite Professor Pei to a promotional event.
Why was he here?
Feng Xuhui wanted to greet Professor Pei, but in the end, he hesitated and gave up.
He did not know if Professor Pei knew him.
He had just entered society and was thin-skinned, Feng Xuhui thought with a sigh.
When he saw Professor Pei later, he must greet him warmly.
Five or six minutes later, Zheng Ren returned to the office. He glanced at the people in the room. The smile on his face did not change, but Feng Xuhui was very familiar. Chief Zheng used to smile at him like this.
Polite, but distant.
It was time to hand over the shift. Su Yun and the professor 'invited' the people in the office out.
A row of people stood in the corridor … Feng Xuhui felt like a little sheep squatting in a pack of wolves.
If it were a different salesperson, he did not know how happy he would be. He would hand out business cards one by one to get familiar with them first.
However, before Feng Xuhui could do anything, Zheng Ren brought out a folding chair, opened it, and said, "Little Feng, sit down and wait."
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