Eating and drinking is an interesting thing for Su Yun. But for Zheng Ren, it was boring.
Zheng Ren was absent-minded. If Mr. Lin hadn't been there, he would have run away long ago.
Zhou Chunyong admires Zheng Ren very much. This time it is not only the technical level, but also the level of the platform is indeed high.
When he heard that Su Yun said that Boss Zheng spent three days and three nights in Chengdu wearing a lead suit, and then went to the provincial hospital to stand for four days, Zhou Chunyong was very emotional.
They said they should write a love song quickly, which would be appreciated by both refined and popular people...
Zheng Ren's cell phone rang, and it was rare that it was Ye Qingqiu calling again.
Didn’t you just get a shot yesterday? Zheng Ren quickly picked up the phone.
"Boss Zheng, are you doing this again?" Ye Qingqiu said in a strange voice.
"Ah?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
Did you do something wrong on your own? What did you do to yourself? I had surgery for one day, but nothing else happened.
"The call from the superior department went directly to Dean Yan's home." Ye Qingqiu's voice became increasingly weird.
"..." Zheng Ren was speechless. On the phone, Ye Qingqiu also stopped talking and kept it secret.
After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Ren raised his hands in surrender, sighed, and asked, "Director Ye, what is going on?"
"The number of calls from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, nine embassies, all the calls within the Ministry." Ye Qingqiu laughed and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and realized what the problem was.
He glanced at Su Yun, who was laughing and talking and drinking, and didn't notice Zheng Ren answering the phone at all.
"Director Ye, please wait a moment. I'll ask about the situation." Zheng Ren said, "I'll get back to you in three minutes."
"No need." Ye Qingqiu smiled and said, "I'm just kidding. The relevant departments will find out the reason in minutes. I called you just to have fun with Dean Yan."
"..." Zheng Ren continued speechless.
"You have too many things going on. The hospital doesn't understand the situation, so it's hard to explain. Pay attention next time!"
"Yes." Zheng Ren replied solemnly.
"In order to let those experts go together, we have temporarily added a flight. Many comrades are still working overtime for your stupid thing." Director Ye said: "Let me inform you so that they should buy tickets as soon as possible. , if you can’t afford it anymore, just charter a flight yourself.”
Zheng Ren had a dark look on his face, which had something to do with him. But I still had to thank him again and again before hanging up the phone.
"Su Yun, why did you bother going to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Zheng Ren returned to his seat and asked.
"Oh? It's so hard." Su Yun was holding the wine glass and was about to start drinking. Hearing what Zheng Ren said, he put down the wine glass with a smile, "Boss, that's a good thing."
"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren scolded.
Speaking of which, talking to Ye Qingqiu was really stressful.
"Bringing a group of foreign professors to throw knives, who would be treated like this?" Su Yun said with a smile.
Zhou Chunyong heard the two talking and guessed the reason and quickly asked what was going on.
After clarifying the matter in a few words, Zhou Chunyong quickly picked up his cell phone and asked, "Is it the flight tomorrow?"
"Director Zhou, you'd better stop fussing," Zheng Ren said.
"That won't work." Zhou Chunyong said: "I have no experience today, so I can't be greedy for more next time. It would be very difficult to accept 20 patients in one day. I will accept 10 next time. Boss Zheng, please give me more A hard trip.”
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded, "If you do it again, you'll be just fine."
"Don't worry, my level is too low. You have to come here a few times." Zhou Chunyong looked at Zheng Ren and didn't know what to say next.
If it were anyone else, he would have jokingly said, he would pay the price of the throwing knife.
But Boss Zheng didn't do anything himself, and sent assistants to give lectures. Youzai Youzai charged an additional US$300,000 in learning fees.
Do people care about the money for flying knives
"You're too polite." Zheng Ren smiled.
Zhou Chunyong found someone to inform experts and directors at home and abroad to buy their own tickets and started talking.
After all, Mr. Lin was old and felt a little tired after sitting for a while. He asked Zheng Ren to sit with him when he had time, so he left first.
Zheng Rensong is much faster this time. With Mr. Lin away, everything is easy to talk about.
Knowing his temper, Zhou Chunyong didn't talk to him much, and just exchanged cups with Su Yun.
This man is still very happy, Zheng Ren thought in his heart.
While he was drinking, Zhou Chunyong's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Where are the security guards? They are all shit eaters!"
"I'll go back right away. Be careful and don't get hurt."
Zhou Chunyong said a few words briefly, then stood up suddenly and said: "Boss Zheng, something happened to Corey. I'll go back first. You can use it as you please."
Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat.
It must be a big deal to be able to call back the chief director at the wine table with a life-threatening call.
His mind immediately began to recall the patients who had been operated on today.
The system evaluated 18 patients with a 100% surgery completion rate, one with 99%, and one with 98%, so there shouldn't be anything wrong.
Could it be that something went wrong with Zhou Chunyong's surgery a few days ago
"Director Zhou, what patient?"
"I don't know, they said dozens of people besieged the ward." Zhou Chunyong looked grim, grabbed his coat, shook his hands, and put it on his body, "Do you really think I'm old?!"
"Let's go back and take a look together." Zheng Ren was still a little nervous.
After all, I treated 20 patients in one go today, and there was no problem with my own surgery. There was no guarantee that Zhou Chunyong’s nursing staff would be able to keep up.
Let alone eating at this time, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you will have to worry about it for a long time when you get home.
Zheng Ren said he wanted to follow, and Zhou Chunyong didn't refuse. They went downstairs all the way, with a young doctor who didn't drink and acted as the driver.
Zhou Chunyong was full of evil spirits. He no longer had the desire to delve into technology, but he still had some of the charm of the past.
Along the way, Zhou Chunyong kept calling and keeping in touch.
His expression became increasingly weird, and he just kept asking the doctors and nurses on duty to protect him, and left the rest to the security guards.
"Director Zhou, what's going on?" Zheng Ren heard a few words and had some guesses in his mind, so he asked.
"It's not a medical malpractice, it's a revenge between patients." Zhou Chunyong said: "The patient had liver cancer. I performed the surgery the day before yesterday. My son didn't see anything, and his nephew was guarding him."
"Huh?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun hummed at the same time.
This is not common. The son didn't care, but the nephew came to the hospital to accompany him.
"It's said that he is a nephew, but he doesn't look very similar." Zhou Chunyong said: "I also made a special observation. The patient is 71 this year, and his nephew looks about 22 or 3 years old. He is fair and gentle. Look. You don’t look like a troublemaker.”
The more he talks about Zhou Chunyong, the more vague he becomes.
However, the hotel is not far from the imperial capital of Gandan, and it only took a few phone calls to get there.
As soon as he opened the car door, Zhou Chunyong was not polite and strode in.
Arriving at the door of the Intervention Department, dozens of people were making a mess.