The Surgeon’s Studio

Chapter 181: 0177 Boss Zheng?

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The red flag car entered the sea of cars in the imperial capital and drove slowly.

It took nearly an hour to arrive at a hospital between West Fourth Ring Road and West Fifth Ring Road.

The car entered through the back door instead of the front door and drove straight to a row of old buildings in the northwest corner.

Although it is early winter, the vines are still growing strong, and the vast sky is green and yellow.

"You live here, not far from the institute, very convenient."

The red flag car stopped in front of a small building, Professor Pei said gently.

Feng Xuhui followed the red flag car to the front of the small building. When he entered the back door of the hospital, his expression became more and more exciting.

This is not a guest house, it is clearly the land of Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. Countless legends were turned up in my mind.

In a certain year, a certain person saw a doctor here. In a certain year, a certain doctor was recruited into the health care team and also lived here.

Although it is not as luxurious as a five-star hotel, if Feng Xuhui was asked to choose, he would definitely choose this place without hesitation.

As he followed the red flag car and got closer and closer to the inconspicuous building, Feng Xuhui's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his hands became tighter and tighter.

As expected, I had the halo of being the protagonist, doing business for the first time, and unexpectedly met a rising star in that sterile little place in Haicheng!

No one else has this kind of luck!

We must seize the opportunity, Feng Xuhui secretly made up his mind.

Check-in at the guest house requires not only an ID card, but also an ancient item such as a letter of introduction.

Fortunately, Professor Pei had already issued a certificate of introduction to Zheng Ren. After completing the tedious check-in procedures, Professor Pei said goodbye to Zheng Ren and said he would meet at the research institute early tomorrow morning.

The hospital has a national-level experimental base, called a research institute. This is not a secret. Zheng Ren has long expected to do research there.

After seeing off Professor Pei, Zheng Ren saw Feng Xuhui carrying Zheng Ren and Su Yun's suitcases to go upstairs and refused to let go no matter what.

Zheng Ren was also helpless. He was very capable, but he still needed help from others.

"Just get used to it." Su Yun seemed to see Zheng Ren's thoughts, and lowered his head and said: "It's your ability that allows you to live here. Based on this, your importance is in Manager Feng's heart. It’s improved by at least two orders of magnitude.”

"Oh." Zheng Ren didn't care what Manager Feng thought of him, and he wasn't curious about what was special here. He responded and followed Feng Xuhui upstairs.

The building has only two floors, and the architectural style is thick and simple. You can feel the flavor of the former Soviet Union at a glance.

Although it looks old, it is clean and refreshing.

Feng Xuhui sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun upstairs and made an appointment for dinner first. After Zheng Ren politely refused, he repeatedly told them to call if anything happened.

Zheng Ren was used to his quiet days, and was a little unaccustomed to Manager Feng's enthusiasm. But he still agreed and sent Feng Xuhui away.

After briefly packing up, Zheng Ren took a shower and took out the local anatomy of the urinary system from the suitcase to study first.

After reading a few pages, I heard voices coming from the next room.

This guy Su Yun wouldn't have flirted with the girl at the front desk when he first came to the imperial capital.

Zheng Ren was not envious, but he just felt that something was going to happen, which seemed very disrespectful to Professor Pei, so he opened the door and took a look.

He guessed wrong. They were several people around thirty years old. One of them was still wearing white clothes and had a red stethoscope hanging on his shoulder. He looked very coquettish.

Su Yun didn't let them in either. Just standing at the door talking.

How is this going

Seeing Zheng Ren stand out, Su Yun pointed at Zheng Ren and said: "This is my new boss. If you have anything to do, go to him. Don't bother me."

"Hey, Su Yun, I haven't seen you for several years, why are you still a dog? You can fall out faster than you can read a book." The doctor with the stethoscope was displeased, "When you left, you said you would go back to being a doctor. If you are not happy, just open a pet hospital." . Within two years, you came back by yourself, who are you showing off to?"

"Let's go out for a meal. I haven't seen you for a long time. You're still stubborn." Another person wearing a hoodie said.

"You're like you, looking higher than your head. You said you found a new boss in Haicheng? There are so many bosses in the imperial capital, there must be more than a dozen who want you, and I don't see who you are going with. Damn! Hurry up, Let’s go out and get together.”

Su Yun said nothing, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.

Zheng Ren took a look and saw that he must be Su Yun's friend in the Imperial Capital. He didn't know where he found out that he was coming to the Imperial Capital, so he immediately ran over to find him.

It's weird that that snarky sissy still has friends.

Zheng Ren was particularly worried at this time. He didn't expect that he, a piece of wood, would have a new friend. It seemed... as if... he would have a girlfriend.

"Boss, are you going?" Su Yun asked.

The moment Su Yun spoke, Zheng Ren seemed to see the sarcastic smile on his lips.

Such a strange expression, Zheng Ren didn't understand what it meant. Besides, why did he call himself boss

Under normal circumstances, medical graduate students will call their supervisors boss, and some may call them teachers or masters, depending on the personal preferences of the graduate student supervisors.

But the "boss" in Su Yun's mouth looked less than thirty years old, and seemed not to be older than Su Yun.

This guy is getting better and better at talking nonsense.

"Hey, are you going? If you push me further, don't blame me for my ruthless Pegasus Meteor Fist!" The red stethoscope punched Su Yun in the chest as if joking.

Zheng Ren shook his head and was about to go back to read when Su Yun rushed over and grabbed him.

"Go out to eat." Su Yun said.

"You go ahead, I'll read a book." Zheng Ren refused.

But they couldn't resist the warm invitations from the other brothers. They were also very interested in why Su Yun would call this young man boss, but he didn't treat the boss with humility and courtesy.

Zheng Ren had no choice but to agree.

Fortunately, the system has given him experience in partial prostate anatomy of 3,000 cases, so he is not afraid of the questions and answers in the lab tomorrow.

In Zheng Ren's opinion, going to the lab tomorrow is a process similar to a graduation defense. If he passes, he can stay and help.

Zheng Ren didn't know what to do specifically.

It was still early, Zheng Ren estimated that they would find a place to sit down and chat or something.

Several people were about to leave in a lively manner when suddenly their cell phones rang.

The red stethoscope took out his mobile phone and said a few words briefly after getting through. He said a little apologetically: "Someone from my hometown came to see a doctor. The appointment was made in the morning, but he didn't expect to arrive until the afternoon. I'll make arrangements, and I'll just change clothes. You guys wait. I."

"Let's go together, we haven't gone shopping for a long time." Su Yun looked indifferent, pulling Zheng Ren and following a few people to the outpatient building.

The hospital in the imperial capital was crowded with people.

Zheng Ren once heard that an expert account scalper here would fetch 3,000-5,000 yuan.

However, as transportation networks such as high-speed rail and civil aviation become more and more developed today, high prices cannot stop people from cherishing life, and more and more people are flocking to the imperial capital to see doctors.

Weaving through the crowd, we came to the fourth floor of the outpatient clinic and used a red stethoscope to call the fellow villager who wanted to see a doctor.

It was a girl who was as thin as a skeleton. She was probably about 22 or 3 years old, but she was so thin that it was chilling.

Zheng Ren saw the disease prompt in the upper right corner of his field of vision and was confused for a moment.