Manager Tang's eyes popped out of their sockets in shock.
What did this mean? Was this a teaching surgery?
He looked at the two people on the operating table through the lead-lined glass in shock. The hemostatic forceps were still whistling and hitting Chief Zhou's wrist.
Chief Zhou, who had always been aloof and unsmiling, was now as tame as a little sheep. Although he had been hit many times, the smile on his face became gentler and gentler.
The young Boss Zheng raised his hand from time to time and made a seemingly ordinary gesture as he communicated with Chief Zhou.
Although the puncture kit was inserted, the needle did not move. Chief Zhou kept adjusting the shape of his hand according to Zheng Ren's gestures.
It was mainly the angle of the wrist.
Perhaps the way Zheng Ren performed the surgery was different from the way Chief Zhou Chunyong was used to, or for some other reason, it took nearly five minutes for Chief Zhou to pull the button.
Was it successful? Manager Tang did not notice. He did not care whether the surgery was successful or not.
All his attention was focused on Chief Zhou Chunyong's attitude toward Boss Zheng.
This was not the attitude of an old chief toward the backbone of the new generation. He had guessed wrong from the beginning to the end!
This was the attitude of a student toward a teacher.
After the puncture, Chief Zhou Chunyong carefully took out the puncture kit. When he was about to remove the stent, he turned his head and glanced at Zheng Ren.
His eyes were slightly narrowed as if he was smiling. There was gratitude, nervousness, and excitement in his eyes. In an instant, his eyes were filled with countless meanings.
Was this still the Chief Zhou he knew?
Manager Tang remembered that when he first moved the medical supplies into the hospital, Chief Zhou Chunyong was very picky. This part was not right, and that part was not right.
In Manager Tang's impression, his two eyebrows were always slightly raised. He was not angry and was particularly difficult to deal with. Unlike now, it was as if a child had completed a very difficult Olympian math problem and was full of joy, showing off to his parents.
This was really … F * ck!
Compared with Zhou Chunyong's attitude these two days, Manager Tang suddenly understood why Chief Zhou did not want to talk to him at all.
The reason was not the limping little dealer at all, but the young man next to Chief Zhou.
He had thought of it before, but now Manager Tang finally confirmed that it was the case.
The stent was inserted smoothly.
Manager Tang saw that the surgery was about to be completed and should have left at this time. But when he saw the limping young salesman sitting on the sofa, unable to hide his nervousness and awkwardness, his heart stirred and he also sat down.
"Young man, what's your name?" Manager Tang didn't mention that he was also a distributor. Instead, he pretended to be gentle and familiar.
Sure enough, the young Feng Xuhui was fooled. He thought that this was a doctor from the Imperial Capital Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital. He wanted to stand up, but Manager Tang pressed his shoulder.
"Sit down and talk. Don't be so polite."
"My surname is Feng, Feng Xuhui. I'm the sales representative of Changfeng." Feng Xuhui introduced himself carefully.
"Young and promising."
"You flatter me."
"Boss Zheng is young, and you are even younger. In the future, it will be the world of you young people," Manager Tang said half-truthfully, but his heart felt sour for no reason.
Perhaps, the future really belonged to this group of young people.
Not perhaps, but definitely. This was the law of nature.
"Boss Zheng's standard is high, but I don't have much ability," Feng Xuhui said politely.
"When did you meet Boss Zheng?"
"When I was in Sea City," Feng Xuhui said, "then Chief Zheng came to the Imperial Capital, so I followed him."
"Little Feng, that's not right." Manager Tang smiled and pulled the relationship between the two of them closer. "You call Boss Zheng Chief Zheng because Boss Zheng is in Sea City. When you met him, he was the chief resident, right?"
"Yes."
"Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. When a leader is promoted, the title has to rise as well. Even if he's the deputy, you have to call him the deputy, "Manager Tang said earnestly." Who did you hear about the deputy director? Don't they all call him the director? Well, of course, it's when the director is not around. "
Feng Xuhui was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he felt that this big brother was right.
"What is Boss Zheng's current identity? He's a candidate for the Nobel Prize. You still call him Chief Zheng. It sounds intimate, but in fact, it's not certain whether Boss Zheng is happy or not."
This … No way … Although he thought so, Feng Xuhui's heart began to waver.
After recovering from his injuries and returning from the hospital, Chief Zheng's attitude towards him was much closer.
But his attitude …
Feng Xuhui fell into deep thought.
This was just a very ordinary workplace experience. Manager Tang said it to Feng Xuhui because there was nothing wrong with it, but he could judge many things from Feng Xuhui's expression.
As they were chatting, the surgery was over.
The airtight lead door opened and Chief Zhou accompanied Zheng Ren out. Taking advantage of the short interval between picking up the patients, he did the surgical silhouette.
"Boss Zheng, there's a big difference between listening to your lecture and doing it myself." Chief Zhou took off his mask, his face brimming with excitement.
"Well, you got it very quickly," Zheng Ren said casually. Then, he sat in front of the machine and began to do the silhouette.
Generally speaking, Zheng Ren would not do this kind of work. However, today, Chief Zhou's attitude and behavior were too cooperative. He was right after Gao Shaojie from the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, so Zheng Ren did not mind talking to Zhou Chunyong more after the surgery.
"Here, there are still problems when you do it. You have to pay attention to the second surgery." Zheng Ren directly switched the image to a certain time period. It was the time when Zhou Chunyong was hesitating at that time.
"Okay," Zhou Chunyong said. "With this experience, the next surgery will be better."
The two of them spoke one after another. After exchanging their experiences with the surgery, the second patient inside had already been sent over and was lying on the operating table.
The nurses were busy, pressing the ECG monitoring and preparing the surgical instruments in an orderly manner.
"Boss Zheng, you can take a look at the radiographic films first. I'll scrub my hands and disinfect them," Zhou Chunyong said eagerly as he carried the bag of radiographic films.
"Sure." Zheng Ren took the bag of radiographic films.
"Zheng …" Feng Xuhui stood up and said, "Boss Zheng, Professor Mu is preparing to buy a plane ticket. He wants you to take a look at the time."
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was just about to enter the operating theater when he heard Feng Xuhui's words. He was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him strangely.
"…" Feng Xuhui's hair stood on end when he was stared at.
"It's good to call you Chief Zheng," Zheng Ren said gently. "The surgery will end in about seven or eight hours. You can calculate the time. There's no need to prepare for dinner time. It's fine as long as you can catch the plane."
After saying that, Zheng Ren walked into the operating theater with the bag of radiographic films and inserted the radiographic films into the radiographic film viewer.
Manager Tang listened quietly. His heart was sour. He really envied Manager Feng.
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