Dongcheng, a seven-star hotel.
Dr. Mehar took a nap and is in much better spirits.
He sat on a chair, looking out the window at the bright lights of the Imperial City at night, and asked the assistant next to him: "When can it be delivered?"
"Doctor, we are going through the immigration formalities. If everything goes well, we can see the equipment tomorrow afternoon," the assistant replied.
Dr. Mehar nodded slightly.
The assistant hesitated for a moment, and finally said in a low voice: "Doctor, the opinion of the expert group is that it is best not to communicate with Dr. Zheng during the operation to avoid uncontrollable situations such as emotional excitement. You can watch the video of the operation. , it’s your body that matters.”
Dr. Mehar smiled slightly and shook his head.
The doctor is very stubborn. Once he makes a decision, no one can persuade him. His assistant knew this.
Just now, I just wanted to give it a try. After all, the unbelievable idea of observing an operation on oneself carries huge risks just thinking about it.
Sure enough, as expected, the doctor ignored the expert group's proposal. In Dr. Mehar's opinion, the members of the expert group are all students of his students, and their level is simply not good enough.
When he couldn't stay conscious, there was no other way but to let the doctors from the expert team do the treatment. But now, all treatment methods are decided by Dr. Mehar himself.
As for the operation on Dr. Mehar, he had to watch the operation in person and discuss it with the surgeon... No one on the expert team agreed, but no one dared to question it face to face.
The assistant went out, and Dr. Mehar looked out the window. After a long time, he murmured: "You have no idea how powerful Zheng's surgery is. It would be great if I met him earlier."
How much better would it have been years earlier? That transparent ceiling shouldn't be an obstacle.
Dr. Mehar felt infinite regret and sighed.
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In Dean Guo's office, the lights are still on.
He sat behind his desk with a straight face. Director Mao lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.
After receiving Dr. Mehar, the other party ignored him indifferently, which made Dean Guo feel very uncomfortable. Although Dean Yuan is the executive deputy, he is responsible for the science and education work, which belongs to one-third of an acre.
Today I saw that Dean Yuan wanted to interfere, which made Dean Guo very unhappy.
But there was nothing he could do.
Dr. Mehar was in a position within the medical community to ignore any invitation. Talking by yourself will definitely not work, Dean Guo knows this well.
If you want to ask Dr. Mehar to give lectures or even become a visiting professor, you must ask Dr. Zheng Renzheng to make suggestions, so that there is some possibility.
But...when he thought of this, Dean Guo became so angry that it was difficult to suppress it.
He looked at Director Mao and really wanted to scold her. You said fine, why do you insist on making things difficult for Dr. Zheng
Now, sit on the wax. Not only did he have to watch Vice President Yuan extend his hand into his own three-thirds of an acre of land, but he also had to beg him to extend his hand.
What is this!
After a long time, Dean Guo said in a deep voice: "It's up to you to do Dr. Zheng's work."
Director Mao felt very embarrassed. His lips moved subconsciously, but he did not say a word.
In front of her eyes were the red chief physician certificates and full professor certificates in her hands, which she handed over with joy. But what greeted him was Zheng Ren's indifferent face and Su Yun's ruthless ridicule.
How could he, a powerful director, be ignored by clinicians
He took the initiative to extend an olive branch, but was rejected. It could even be said to be a face-breaking indifference and rejection. This made Director Mao find it unacceptable.
At this time, Director Mao still couldn't do what she wanted to do to make up for the rift with Zheng Ren.
"This is Dean Yan's wish, hurry up and do it." Dean Guo said forcefully when Director Mao didn't speak.
The words are still full of meaning.
If I can't do it, I'm afraid the days to come will be a bit more difficult. Not only Director Mao, but also Dean Guo will feel sad.
"Did you hear that?" Dean Guo tapped the table with his fingers in dissatisfaction when Director Mao, who was always shrewd and capable, remained silent.
"Dean, Dr. Zheng may have some misunderstanding about me...that..." Director Mao couldn't bear it, so he had to say awkwardly.
"Misunderstanding? They are all comrades. Is there any misunderstanding that cannot be explained clearly? Go and explain it immediately! This is your business and has nothing to do with the work of the hospital." Dean Guo said coldly: "Internationally renowned experts and scholars come to our hospital I believe you know the significance of surgical treatment."
Director Mao lowered his head, a little aggrieved.
That bastard Zhao Wenhua, after so many years, still caused me such a big trouble!
I must find an opportunity to let him know his last name, Director Mao thought bitterly.
"Dean Yan is not at home. If he were, I am afraid he would go to greet Dr. Mehar today." Dean Guo said: "But Dr. Mehar's surgery date has been set and he has to report it to Dean Yan. He will definitely Fly right back.”
"If the work is not completed by then, you have to decide what the consequences will be."
Director Mao nodded, a little frustrated.
But she didn't speak, nor did she turn around to leave. She still stood in front of Dean Guo's desk like a wood sculpture.
"Alas." Dean Guo sighed and said, "I know what you think, but Dean Yan attaches great importance to this matter, and you must go all out to achieve it. If you lose face, you should get it back."
"Dean..." Director Mao murmured.
"Don't be embarrassed. I think Dr. Zheng is very easy to talk to. Find a chance to have a good chat with him, or have a meal with an acquaintance. Can you still communicate normally?"
Director Mao complained endlessly.
She had inquired about it and found out that Zheng Ren was a surgical dog. When it comes to eating, he does go out to eat, but mostly after surgery.
That guy doesn't have any hobbies at ordinary times, but he is willing to see a doctor and have surgery.
To Director Mao, this kind of person is basically a hard walnut... No, not a walnut, but a hedgehog, full of thorns. Don't talk about it, it feels prickly when you move it.
How could there be such a person in the world? Director Mao thought aggrievedly.
Even if he wanted to plead guilty and beg for mercy, there was no chance.
You can't go directly to the interventional department. When you hand over the shift in the morning, tell Zheng Ren, I was wrong, please forgive me.
In that case, Director Mao would rather wait to meet Dean Yan's wrath.