A few minutes later, Director Kong came to work slowly.
From a distance, he saw Zhou Chunyong. The waist is slightly bent at an angle of 5°, giving a very cautious posture.
Director Kong was stunned for a moment. There was no one in front of Zhou Chunyong. What was he doing
Could it be that my eyes were blurred and I couldn't see anyone
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but still didn't see anyone in front of Zhou Chunyong.
It's so damn weird. Did Zhou Chunyong fake a corpse this morning, or did he stir up a ghost by dancing on the grave
Director Kong walked over with some surprise. Zhou Chunyong caught a glimpse of Director Kong and greeted with a smile: "Director Kong, I haven't seen you for a while."
"Director Zhou, what are you..."
"Waiting for Boss Zheng." Zhou Chunyong smiled warmly, as if he didn't even remember that it was Director Kong who supported him in such a difficult thing.
Director Kong had a smile on his face, but sighed in his heart.
Looking at people, no wonder Zhu Laowu was so stressed that he couldn't breathe. The emperor's liver and gallbladder rushed to find Boss Zheng despite being so far away.
Regardless of other people's abilities, I can't even handle a nose that's better than a dog's, a face that's pulled down, and a posture of kneeling and licking.
"Director Zhou, please come inside, why are you standing outside?" Director Kong said politely.
"No, no." Zhou Chunyong refused quickly, "Boss Zheng took one look at the patient and came out even if he finished his shift late. When my patient is ready, I will wait for Boss Zheng to arrive, so I won't disturb him."
"Then another day." Director Kong was not too polite, smiled and nodded with Zhou Chunyong, and walked in with hands behind his back.
Looking at Director Kong's back, Zhou Chunyong was very emotional. His own bad luck led to this.
If he hadn't gone abroad for a scientific research meeting that time and had come here to take a look, Boss Zheng might have been poached to the imperial capital.
With Boss Zheng's ability and his domineering style, Zhu Liangchen has lost his armor and can no longer work.
But this is all in the past, there is no point in thinking too much about it.
Zhou Chunyong still maintained a respectful attitude, while Cheng Menli stood at the door of the interventional department, ignoring the looks of passers-by.
Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren and Su Yun came out.
Seeing his gesture, Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, took a few steps forward and said with a smile, "Director Zhou, I've been waiting for a long time."
"Are all the patients stable?" Zhou Chunyong asked with a smile.
"Well, nothing's wrong. These patients have recently been discharged from hospital and will rest for two days." Zheng Ren said as he and Zhou Chunyong went downstairs.
"Two days off?"
"I'm going to Horqin for two surgeries." Zheng Ren replied casually.
"It's so far, so tiring." Zhou Chunyong didn't understand very much.
When it comes to flying knives, the bigger the city, the better. However, second-tier provincial capital cities generally do not invite ordinary professors from the imperial capital to fly knives. If they do, they will invite famous ones across the country.
Third-tier cities are the best targets for flying knives.
People can ask professors from provincial capitals to perform surgeries, and they can also ask top professors from imperial and magical cities to perform surgeries. The key is that the per capita income in the better third-tier cities is high, and you can make a lot of money just by going there.
The patients and their families save themselves the trouble of traveling and traveling, and the problem can be solved with only 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. The professor would go once and perform at least two or three surgeries. Most of them are divided into two days to make ten or eight sets, and the cash is carried in big bags.
Everyone benefits and enjoys it.
But Horqin, what the hell is that place? It seems that it is still a national-level poverty-stricken county.
As soon as he heard this name, Zhou Chunyong's mind came to the scene of cows and sheep being seen in the wind and grass.
Is the per capita income high
It is said that a family with a lot of wealth does not count those with hair.
The herdsmen are rich, and they all have cattle, sheep and other livestock. If you catch up with the good years, you can really make a lot of money. But if there is a natural disaster or plague, everything will be lost.
There must be thirty or fifty patients prepared there, and Boss Zheng will be open for two days of surgery.
Thinking of this, Zhou Chunyong felt a little envious.
"Boss Zheng, there must be a lot of patients there. How about I follow you there and learn?" Zhou Chunyong asked tentatively.
"Director Zhou, look where you are going." Su Yun said on the side, "Two is not an imaginary number, it is just two patients. That area is not a high-incidence area for hepatitis B, and there are not many patients anyway."
Zhou Chunyong was stunned for a while.
It takes two or three days to go back and forth, just for two patients
After squeezing the bones dry, it only costs 20,000 yuan, which is not enough. It's not like giving a lecture in the imperial capital. Boss Zheng got tens of millions without even showing up all morning.
Thinking of this, Zhou Chunyong felt hot and then a little confused.
"Director Zhou, to put it bluntly, the boss is here to cure diseases and save people." Seeing Zhou Chunyong's expression, Su Yun said with a smile: "He has a brain disease, please ignore him."
"..." These days, few people say that curing diseases and saving lives is possible.
Even if I have an ideal in my heart... It feels so shameful to say this.
But when Su Yun said this, Zhou Chunyong found that he actually believed it.
He glanced at Zheng Ren and said with a wry smile: "Boss Zheng is indeed a master of craftsmanship and kindness."
"It's a brain disease."
"You don't go if you can." Zheng Ren said directly without looking at Su Yun.
"Impossible!" Su Yun said: "What if you get lost, do you want me to collect the Nobel Prize?"
As he spoke, he got into Zhou Chunyong's car.
It would be great if it weren't for Inner Mongolia, Zhou Chunyong thought to himself. What I lack now is surgery and surgery. If you don't understand anything, just ask Boss Zheng directly.
Although Boss Zheng is young, he does not hide his secrets. You really need to say something, otherwise there would be no teaching class.
Unfortunately, there are too few patients and the distance is too long, so it is inappropriate to go all the way. Zhou Chunyong was troubled in his heart, and drove slowly to the Imperial Capital City during the morning rush hour.
After getting off the car and arriving at the interventional department, Zhou Chunyong respectfully let Zheng Ren in.
The door to the interventional department is closed.
It may be that during early ward rounds, the patient's family members are not allowed in. Zheng Ren saw the closed iron door and thought in his heart.
Many hospitals restrict visiting hours. During morning rounds, there are so many family members of patients in the room that doctors don’t even have room to stand. That’s too unserious.
But there is no such rule in the interventional department of 912. Director Kong basically has independent teaching staff.
Director Zhou is still quite dignified, Zheng Ren smiled.
In the corridor outside the ward, the patient's family members were talking about this in a mess. When they saw Zhou Chunyong, the noise from the family members gradually died down as if the tide was ebbing.
Zhou Chunyong is very satisfied that the family members of this wave of patients are still very sensible.
Amidst silence and countless gazes, Zheng Ren walked to the door of the ward. It's so weird that so many people look at me.
Zhou Chunyong used his fingerprint to open the door to the ward.
The heavy iron door made no sound and opened smoothly.
Inside, there were two rows of people in white clothes, with no heads in sight.
"Hello, Boss Zheng."
As if they had been rehearsed, the simultaneous sounds startled Zheng Ren.