It was already very late when he went back after a midnight snack. Feng Xuhui was a little tired, but still very happy.
Returning to Haicheng again, to the starting point of my work, was like a dream. Along the way, Feng Xuhui was dragged to another level by an invisible force before he could get used to it.
He walked up one step after another, and looking back now, he already felt like he was feeling cold at the top.
From a small salesman to an ace manager, what did you do? Nothing seems to be done. Feng Xuhui smiled.
"Manager Feng, what time will we leave tomorrow?" Liu Xiaojie asked.
"Check out directly in the morning, go to the operating room at eight o'clock, and wait for Mr. Zheng to finish the operation and go to the provincial capital together." Feng Xuhui said.
It feels really good to have a little subordinate, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.
"Those two professors are from the provincial college? They don't look like it." Liu Xiaojie muttered.
"Well, they are all led by professors. Teacher Gao and Mr. Zheng studied surgery earlier, and they are more familiar with each other."
"Are you studying in 912?" Liu Xiaojie asked casually.
"No, at that time, Mr. Zheng was still working as the chief resident of the emergency department in Haicheng. Teacher Gao learned new tips and procedures from Mr. Zheng."
Liu Xiaojie felt that her new manager was a little unreliable. It would be unimaginable for a leading professor from a provincial college to study in the imperial capital. For the provincial hospital, 912 is a higher-level hospital, and it is necessary to learn new technologies.
But if they go to Haicheng... Liu Xiaojie has a very strange picture in her mind.
The picture is too beautiful to imagine. How unreliable, she thought to herself.
…
From the provincial capital, Gao Shaojie and Liu Zewei rushed back all the way, both excited.
"Lao Liu, are you really planning to go to 912?" Gao Shaojie asked.
"Well, I've been thinking about it for a long time." Professor Liu nodded and said, "I'm very envious when you see your level improving. As you know, those of us who intervene are all monks halfway. The best of times, None of them are doing this. The level is really limited. Now if I want to improve through my own abilities, I guess it is absolutely impossible."
Gao Shaojie was silent.
As the leading professor of the Provincial Academy, he knew what Liu Zewei's decision meant.
The first is income.
If you don’t work at home, you won’t have any kind of money. Bonuses, red envelopes, consumables, plus the cost of red envelopes for flying knives in the province, add up to a big number. It hurts to think about how much we lose in a month.
But that's not the key. Making money, sometimes it's not a big deal compared to certain things. However, once the professor leading the team is away for too long, his bed space will be squeezed by others, and his doctors will be merged into other teams.
When he comes back, it's uncertain whether he will be able to get a seat in the Provincial Court.
You may not even be able to keep your job, which is a big deal. Gao Shaojie also considered going to 912 to study with Boss Zheng, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
In addition, my wife and children will be left in the provincial capital for at least half a year. Just thinking about how ugly my wife's face will be when I get home is frightening.
This is not like going out to throw a knife and bringing back stacks of cash, with a smile on my wife's face.
"Lao Liu, you are amazing." Gao Shaojie said with emotion.
"It's nothing great. I just feel envious of your technological progress. To be honest, I have to thank you for this."
Gao Shaojie smiled and said nothing.
He knew that Liu Zewei wanted to learn from Boss Zheng when he came to the provincial hospital for surgery a long time ago. But Boss Zheng was still very comfortable doing things, and he asked for his opinion.
At that time... what happened a few months ago seemed like many years had passed.
"Okay, you go ahead. I'll help you take care of your home. I'm sure there will be no room for you." Gao Shaojie was not a big deal, but he definitely agreed.
"Thanks."
Gao Shaojie knew that with Boss Zheng here, he and Liu Zewei were considered brothers from the same sect. There are some things that there is no need to fight over.
Boss Zheng's level is unfathomable. If you take a longer view, if you and Lao Liu go to study with Boss Zheng instead, the technical level will be different in the country, at least Director Jin will be nervous.
Although there is no necessary connection between the technical level and the director, the level is much higher, and Director Jin will not go too far in many things.
Go through these things in your mind, and the stakes will be clear.
…
Zheng Ren was sitting in the car. The car was driving slowly in the night of Haicheng back to the villas on the lakeside behind the city's first courtyard, just like it was last winter.
If it weren't for Chu Yanzhi sitting in the back seat, this night would have been almost perfect.
This girl is really annoying. Zheng Ren sincerely harbors deep malice towards Chu Yanzhi.
But there was nothing they could do about it, the two girls were just having fun chatting. She still couldn't say anything about driving Chu Yanzhi away. Zheng Ren estimated that if anyone was driven away, it would be him.
It's really distressing, why doesn't Chu Yanzhi have a boyfriend
Sure enough, just as Zheng Ren expected, he was thrown to the door of the familiar villa. The lights in the villa were on, and the Xie people notified the housekeeper here to clean the house without turning off the lights.
"Get some rest early." Xie Yiren waved her hand in the car. The light and shadow were intertwined. Zheng Ren really wanted to hug the little Yiren, but it was a pity that Chu Yanzhi's face was also filled with youthful colors in the same frame.
It's really disgusting. Zheng Ren waved his hand and saw the Volvo xc60 flying away in the dust. He clenched his hands and felt a little regretful.
The mood has been fluctuating a lot these days. Zheng Ren walked into the yard and instead of going back to sleep, he lit a cigarette and sat on the steps, looking at the night sky.
There was less smog, but the light pollution was still very heavy. There were only a few scattered first-magnitude stars blinking at Zheng Ren in the night sky.
From Dr. Charles, I thought of Director Miao, to Director Kong, to Director Pan, and then to many people and many things. The past slipped through his mind like running water, and Zheng Ren was as quiet as a stone.
Half an hour later, Zheng Ren returned to the room, washed and slept.
Before going to bed, he habitually turned on his mobile phone and said good night to the little girl. Zheng Ren clicked on QQ to read what the little boy had to say.
Little Boy has been updating very frequently recently, once a day, and it has never changed.
From studying to traveling, everything is available. If you don't know what the disease is, you won't know that he is a terminally ill child.
If he is happy, that's good. Zheng Ren smiled slightly after reading today's talk. It's a pity that my level is still not good enough. If I could, it would be a wonderful thing to save the words that are about to wither before they bloom.
What Old Director Pan said was right, but not right either. Zheng Ren had his own ideas, but after the old director gave him a heads-up, his knot settled in his heart and he stopped thinking about things he didn't understand. This was a good habit.
He smiled slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.