"It's me." Zheng Ren answered the phone, his voice suddenly a little reserved.
Su Yun sneered.
"Yeah, it's okay, just a skin injury."
"Okay, I'll pay attention."
"Well, go back as soon as possible, don't worry."
After a few simple words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"First time falling in love?" Su Yun came up and asked.
"..." Zheng Ren was in a daze.
Is it considered a love affair? he does not know. Just the moment I answered the phone, I felt like a child making a mistake.
"Be bold and shameless. A brave girl is afraid of pestering her husband." Su Yunzun taught.
"Is this your experience?"
"No, I don't need it at all." Su Yun lifted his black hair from his forehead and looked handsome.
Zheng Ren didn't want to talk to this guy and walked forward quickly.
"It's time to go downstairs." Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren felt his ears were a little hot, Su Yun was really annoying. But you should be bolder, that's right.
Originally planning to go out for a meal, Zheng Ren was wearing a white suit and shivering in the cold wind. He looked so weird.
He had no choice but to return to the guest house. Zheng Ren only brought underwear and no other clothes to keep out the cold, such as sweaters. He didn't prepare much. Su Yun made some sarcastic remarks and threw one of his sweaters to Zheng Ren.
Manager Feng Xuhui and Feng had thoughtfully ordered takeout a long time ago. Zheng Ren was not pretentious and just took a bite if he had something to eat. He had a meeting in the afternoon.
It’s been a long time since I held an academic meeting. Who knows what the style of the imperial capital is like, whether it’s a few neat sentences to finish, or whether it’s professors who keep speaking and it’s not finished until eight or nine o’clock in the evening.
"How are your shoulders?" Su Yun asked after Zheng Ren had changed his clothes.
Although they were words of concern, when they came out of this guy's mouth, they didn't sound like good words at all.
Zheng Ren was very surprised as to how Su Yun could have so many friends in Imperial City.
"Fortunately, it's okay." Zheng Ren said.
"Are you sure you want to go to the meeting? It's impossible for you to wear a lead suit for surgery. Professor Pei and I are asking for leave. With such a big thing happening, who can force you to have surgery?"
"It's so cold and cold that there's no place to walk around." Zheng Ren said seriously, "You're already here, so it's not a bad thing to go and listen."
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren as if he were an idiot, but seeing that his eyes were clear, he really didn't understand what he meant, so he had to sigh and speak clearly.
"When you went out, the little girl bought you a set of clothes. Before you go back, do you have to take a walk to see if there is anything the girl likes and bring it back to her?"
Zheng Ren was stunned. This... this was completely outside of his understanding of life.
"I'm too lazy to tell you." Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
Zheng Ren thought about it carefully and felt that what Su Yun said made sense.
Then take some time to see what to buy for Xie Yiren and the others, but today, you should still go to a meeting.
Feng Xuhui listened to the conversation between the two, turned around and wrote down the incident in the memo on his phone, marking it as important.
This Mr. Zheng seems to be an idiot business talent, easy to deal with, Feng Xuhui encouraged himself in his heart.
In more than twenty minutes, Feng Xuhui's takeout arrived.
He went downstairs to get the takeout and trotted back.
Feng Xuhui put the takeout on the table and was hesitating whether to eat together when he heard Zheng Ren say: "Mr. Feng, let's eat together."
"Okay." Feng Xuhui was hungry after struggling all morning.
But he didn't expect Zheng Ren and Su Yun to eat so fast. In less than five minutes, they had finished their meals hungrily.
This is one of the basic skills of a doctor, especially in a busy department. Eat quickly and focus on filling your stomach. God knows when, a critically ill person will be sent to the hospital, and rescue operations for seven or eight hours are common.
If you eat slowly, you may go hungry.
This can be regarded as human survival instinct.
After eating, Su Yun took Zheng Ren straight to the research institute.
The institute is located in a newly built high-rise building in the backyard, which is spacious and bright.
Obviously, this is not only a center for surgical research, but also research offices for pharmacology, pathology and other disciplines.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to the third floor and entered a medium-sized conference room. Su Yun didn't know whether he had been here before or heard someone say that he was very familiar with the situation here. Zheng Ren didn't care. He just followed Su Yun anyway, and there was no point in wasting his brain on such a thing.
In the conference room on the third floor, there were already seven or eight people sitting in their seats waiting for the meeting to start.
From the looks of it, someone should talk about the research process and let the new surgical beasts understand how to perform this weird and bizarre surgery.
The so-called surgical beasts are young people raised by some professors. For example, a well-known professor of hand surgery in China raised a group of "surgical beasts" after Shuai Xian carried out microsurgery of replanting amputated limbs 17 or 18 years ago.
General surgery is okay, but microsurgery is difficult to practice after the age of fifty.
After all, my eyes were so blurred that it was difficult to even read a newspaper, let alone surgery.
At that time, domestic medical procedures were not strict, so some of the young people who performed surgeries were not even qualified as medical practitioners.
But now, such a thing does not exist.
The professors in the institute can only call on their graduate students and doctoral students to complete the final clinical work of the research.
Zheng Ren rejected Su Yun's idea of sitting in the front row, went to the last few rows, randomly picked an unoccupied corner and sat down, looking at the screen in front of him, recalling the local anatomy of the prostate in his mind.
"Are you so withdrawn?" Su Yun smiled half-heartedly, sitting next to Zheng Ren, and asked, "These people are all talented people who will intervene in the country in the future, and the top talents will definitely come from here."
"Oh, I know." Zheng Ren said lightly.
"Director Pan's good intentions are all in vain. You don't think you can perform this operation yourself." Su Yun's expression became colder and stern with Zheng Ren's indifference.
"I'm casual. It's good to have a few glances."
"Tsk, tsk." Su Yun sneered and stopped talking.
After ten minutes, seven or eight old professors came in and sat down separately. A middle-aged man with a straight face and an open mouth came to the front desk, turned on the computer, and played the prepared ppt.
"Everyone, I am the secretary of this project, my name is Li Haitao." After opening the ppt, the middle-aged man introduced himself, "The important work will be completed by the professors and the young and powerful new generation here. I am only responsible for running errands."
The slightly self-effacing statement won the favor of many people.
"Now, let me talk about the recent research results of the professors." Li Haitao opened the ppt and started talking about the anatomy of the prostate without talking nonsense.
Although he said he was just a secretary running errands, he probably had a clinical background. The lectures were detailed and detailed. Even though Zheng Ren had experience of 3,000 partial anatomy cases, he could not make many mistakes.
The imperial capital is really full of talents, Zheng Ren thought to himself.