Mr. Li greeted, "Manager Feng, right?"
Feng Xuhui did not sit down, but walked quickly to Mr. Li. His left leg was a little weak, and he made a "thump~thump~" sound when he walked.
"Who gave you this disease analysis?" Mr. Li asked.
"It was written by Brother Yun after Mr. Zheng discussed it with Brother Yun." Feng Xuhui said.
really!
The director of the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology was in a trance.
Boss Zheng, he is an interventionalist, but he also performs surgery.
The surgical field is acceptable, but why does he know so much about rheumatic and immune diseases? They didn’t even look at the patient, and they didn’t even look at the follow-up examination to determine what the disease was!
If it were another person, the director of the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology would definitely criticize him directly.
But faced with Boss Zheng who underwent interventional embolization to remove the bullet, faced with Boss Zheng who completed Asia's first intrauterine interventional surgery, faced Boss Zheng who just broadcasted an emergency liver transplant two days ago...
She didn't hesitate and shut up.
What he wanted to say was not uttered, and he swallowed it back with a sullen breath.
"You have trouble with your legs and feet. You don't have to stand. Please sit down." Mr. Li looked at Feng Xuhui with a smile and said.
"No, no, it doesn't matter." Feng Xuhui was willing to sit down. At this time, all the directors in front were standing. If he sat down, he didn't know how many people he would offend.
"Manager Feng, I heard from Director Zhang Lin that your leg was injured during the earthquake relief work?" asked the director of the Circulation Department.
"Yes." Feng Xuhui still had a professional smile on his face and bent his waist slightly to express his respect for everyone present.
"Oh?" Mr. Li looked at Feng Xuhui and asked, "How did you get hurt?"
Feng Xuhui lowered his head, bent slightly, expressed respect for Mr. Li, and whispered, "I accidentally hit him."
"I heard from Director Zhang Lin that while delivering supplies to Boss Zheng, the broken steel bar shot through his left leg. Is that right, Manager Feng?" the director of the Circulation Department said doubtfully.
"Well, I once had dinner with Zhou Chunyong, the director of the Imperial Capital, and everyone laughed at him for standing in front of Boss Zheng without even having a seat..." Another director said with a smile.
Perhaps because she felt a little disrespectful to Director Zhou, she paused after half a sentence.
"Huh? What happened next?" Mr. Li asked.
"Director Zhou went to see Boss Zheng and wanted to learn TIPS surgery. He arrived for the early shift." The director said clearly: "Everyone was standing outside waiting. Boss Zheng moved a chair out and asked Feng The manager sat down on his chair."
“…”
Not many people here know about this gossip.
Thinking of that situation, the dignified director of the Intervention University of Science and Technology in the imperial capital stood outside waiting, which already highlighted the arrogance and arrogance of this boss Zheng.
Not counting this, he actually asked the supplies dealer to sit while Zhou Chunyong stood.
But when I think about what I just said, is it possible that it is true? If it were true, then no one would have anything to say. But otherwise, this boss Zheng would be too arrogant.
"We laughed at Director Zhou, but Director Zhou said it would be okay to sit on him, let alone sit on him. At that time, Pengxi Township was running out of ammunition and food. Manager Xiao Feng opened Changfeng's warehouse in Chengdu and stuffed it with a The car’s supplies are sent to the front line.”
Everyone can guess the next story.
"Mr. Feng, come sit here with me." Mr. Li looked at Feng Xuhui as kindly as an old lady.
Seeing Feng Xuhui's hesitation, she patted the chair next to her unhappily.
"Go and sit down." The director of the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology pushed him from behind and said with a smile, "Mr. Li is calling you."
Feng Xuhui sat down shyly, "You are too polite, I should do this."
"You should, so we shouldn't?" Mr. Li smiled and changed the topic, "Tell me, what's going on."
As she spoke, she lightly tapped the A4 paper on the table with her finger.
"The hospitalized patient is a friend of mine who sent him here in the early morning. It's not that I don't believe in our hospital. I just went to the surgery today and talked about it with Boss Zheng and Brother Yun." Feng Xuhui said.
"What happened next?" Mr. Li asked.
"Mr. Zheng was watching the stage and thinking about his condition. Finally, after discussing it with Brother Yun, he..."
"That's wrong." The director of endocrinology asked doubtfully, "Where did so many laboratory tests after admission come from?"
Feng Xuhui was startled for a moment, and then thought of Lin Yuan.
There was an operation, but Lin Yuan didn't show up. He was replaced by Mr. Zheng, who said he was looking for test results.
"Boss Zheng's new assistant did it." Feng Xuhui whispered, and the more he spoke, the more guilty he became.
This is a medical document. Although they are all in the industry, it does not involve patient privacy, and there are also family members like myself. But it would be unbearable if someone with serious intentions took the lead and put him on the line and slapped him with all kinds of big hats.
"Assistant?" the director of endocrinology said to himself in confusion, "Xiao Wang, has anyone asked you for information?"
"Director, there is no one else except you asking me for it."
"Oh?" Mr. Li found it interesting. Things were getting more and more interesting. "Who cares about the information you want?"
"Dean Lin from Imperial Cancer Hospital." The director of endocrinology said in a daze.
As she was talking, she suddenly remembered a possible fact - Dean Lin from Imperial Cancer Hospital had given his daughter to Boss Zheng's medical team!
"What's the assistant's name?" asked the director of the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology.
"Lin Yuan."
That's it, that's the truth.
Analysis and discussion of the condition have become unimportant. Regarding the condition, in the end the director of the Rheumatology and Immunology Department and Boss Zheng gave the same diagnosis and treatment, and no one doubted whether it was correct or not.
If this can still go wrong... the probability shouldn't be too low.
The truth told many directors present who wanted to understand this matter that Boss Zheng was a potential stock.
We can’t even talk about potential. They are blue-chip performers or those with high performance growth. For example, the little sales manager in front of me is following Boss Zheng. While he was sitting, Zhou Chunyong had to stand.
There was silence in front of the venue.
The doctors at the back didn't know what happened, but they all saw Mr. Li affectionately holding the limping young patient's family members to sit together.
"Who is that person? Is he from Mr. Li's family?"
"That's probably not the case. I don't think the tone you used when you introduced your condition just now seems different."
"I know that person. He seems to be a salesperson from Changfeng MicroPort. He has nothing to do with Mr. Li."
Everyone was a little confused and communicated with each other in lowered voices.
After chatting for a while, Mr. Li said with a smile: "Go back and tell your boss Zheng that you can come and see our general internal medicine rounds when you have time, and give us your opinions by the way."
Feng Xuhui did not dare to speak, but nodded honestly and invisibly.
The directors around him were wailing in their hearts. Is Boss Zheng going to move from the Department of Surgery to the Internal Medicine System of the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University