"That's very kind of you," he said seriously, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"It's my pleasure." Zhou Chunyong did not smile. Instead, he said seriously, "Boss Zheng, you must know what our circle is like. Too many young people are eager to rise to the top and do things without any leeway, disappointing the old comrades.
"Everyone hides any technology they develop. How can they be as generous as Boss Zheng? To put it bluntly, in the past, this was the relationship between a master and his disciple.
"It's not popular anymore, but in the heart of an old antique like me, I still think so."
Zhou Chunyong's words were a little over the top, but he spoke his mind and did not feel like he was implying anything else. He felt much better after saying it.
Zheng Ren only smiled and did not respond.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Zhou Chunyong did not seem to notice it. He chatted with Zheng Ren about something interesting and soon, they arrived at Imperial Capital.
"Boss Zheng, let's not talk about this. Let's go see the patient and then go on stage. Don't you have to go to Shenzhen City today? Hurry up. "
Zheng Ren nodded and followed Zhou Chunyong up the stairs.
In the corridor outside the entrance of Ke Da, a man and a woman in suits and leather shoes were anxiously talking about something.
When the two of them saw Zhou Chunyong coming up, the anxious expression on the face of the middle-aged man in his forties was replaced by a gentle smile. Just as he was about to walk up and say something, he saw that Zhou Chunyong was displeased and did not even look at him. He was stunned for a moment.
Zheng Ren and Zhou Chunyong walked past them. The two of them only greeted Zhou Chunyong, but Zhou Chunyong did not respond and walked straight past them.
"Chief Zhou, who's that?"
"The manufacturer," Zhou Chunyong said. "Many people have their eyes on the fat meat of TIPS surgery."
He smiled and did not explain further, leading Zheng Ren to his office.
He opened the door and stood up from his chair nervously, his body swaying slightly.
"Little Feng, you're here," Zheng Ren greeted.
Zhou Chunyong gave Zheng Ren a white coat. After changing, the two of them went for a ward round.
In the corridor, the middle-aged man was reprimanding the young salesman with a serious expression.
"How do you do your job?!" The man's tone was harsh, completely lacking the gentleness he had when he greeted Zhou Chunyong.
"I …"
"What about you? You're guarding here every day. You don't even know what kind of new surgical method Chief Zhou is developing, and you still have the cheek to explain?"
The young salesman tried his best to maintain a professional smile, but the boss's reprimand was like a storm, making it difficult for him to resist.
In fact, he also did not understand why the Imperial Capital's Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery suddenly accepted so many patients with portal hypertension.
Seventy to eighty TIPS surgeries a year in the Imperial Capital's Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery was a high-precision surgical method.
Based on the number of hepatobiliary surgeries in the Imperial Capital, this was just a small fraction.
In the beginning, he held the attitude that no matter how small a target was, it was still meat. He wanted to penetrate it step by step. However, he did not expect Chief Zhou to act as if he had gone crazy. Recently, the largest number of patients in the ward were patients with advanced cirrhosis, refractory ascites, and portal hypertension.
He had come into contact with Zhou Chunyong once, but he was told that only Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery was required for TIPS surgery.
He could only use Changfeng's. He could only use Changfeng's.
Chief Zhou's words left no room for negotiation.
Sensing the severity of the situation, the young salesman immediately went to his superior and explained everything that had happened in the capital.
In fact, he had already done his job very well.
In such a short period of time, he discovered the problem and immediately realized that the problem could not be solved at all.
There were not many people who could do this.
However, he knew that his superior was also very distressed. After learning the news yesterday, his superior tried to ask Chief Zhou out for a meal. He was prepared to accompany Chief Zhou for a drink or two and then see if he could pry open a gap.
However, everything was in vain.
He did not make an appointment. When he visited at night, he was turned away.
In the area of TIPS surgery, it seemed that Chief Zhou was determined to give Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery.
What he did not understand was, what ability did Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery have to monopolize such a big piece of the cake of TIPS surgery?!
In fact, his mentality had already broken down.
After being turned away by Zhou Chunyong last night, he reflected on it all night, looking for various ways. This morning, he came to Zhou Chunyong's office early in the morning, ready to put on a posture of waiting for Zhou Chunyong to come.
However, when he did not see Zhou Chunyong, he saw a doctor as warm as a spring breeze coming in with a limping young man and arranging for him to rest in the chief's office. He was stunned.
The young man was carrying an iconic trolley case.
What was inside? Was there still a need to say? There were 18 TIPS surgeries today. There must be spare medical supplies inside!
Not to mention the young salesman, even if he was the regional manager, when did Zhou Chunyong and the other doctors speak in such a friendly tone?
Did he want to sit in the chief's office? It was possible that he was dreaming. It was already good enough to be able to enter this door.
If he was given face to go out for a meal, when would he not be drunk to gain Zhou Chunyong's favor?
This young man, what right did he have!
He had been in the industry for many years. What had he not heard and what had he not seen?
But after witnessing everything with his own eyes today, he was at a loss.
Could it be that this salesperson had a frightening background?
That was also possible. However, which young man with a prominent background would be willing to start from the bottom? Who would be willing to go to a domestic medical supplies company and survive in the cracks?
In short, his worldview had collapsed.
No, he had to find the problem. Otherwise, the entire Imperial Capital's liver and gallbladder would be eaten by Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery!
He shamelessly asked the doctor who went to pick up Feng Xuhui. Only then did he know that Chief Zhou had personally driven the 912 to receive the surgery.
This level of importance … was really high!
..
Zheng Ren was very satisfied with Zhou Chunyong's attitude.
It was not his attitude toward him, but his attitude toward work.
The work was especially meticulous. Standing in front of the patient's bed and reporting the medical history was not the junior doctor under Zhou Chunyong, but Zhou Chunyong himself.
Looking at the patient's confused eyes, Zheng Ren did not understand. Logically speaking, he would not care about such a small detail. Why would Zhou Chunyong do it?
However, he reported the medical history one after another. The abnormal data of the test value was also very clear to him.
Everything was afraid of being serious, especially for a wily old fox like Zhou Chunyong who had been in the clinical field for decades.
They had experienced too many storms. Not to mention that there were countless living people, the number of dead people they had seen was more than the number of living people that ordinary homebodies had talked to.
As long as they were serious, it was quite scary.
In less than an hour, they had seen all 18 patients. Then, Zhou Chunyong and Zheng Ren went straight to the operating theater to prepare for the surgery.
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