Zheng Ren and Su Yun went to change clothes and prepare to eat.
At this time, Wei Feng's interview had just begun. He was facing Director Sun Chaosun. After the "normal" interview, he finally got closer to the question he really wanted to ask.
"Director Sun, our interview is over. Please accept my respect and admiration for doctors as an ordinary person." Wei Feng unabashedly complimented Sun Chao, trying to close the distance between the two. , laying the foundation for the real visit that is about to begin.
The "boring" topics before this were all Wei Feng's tactics. And when an interview ends, the real interview is about to begin.
"This is what you should do, doctors, it's your duty to treat illnesses and save people." Sun Chao smiled and watched Wei Feng put away his notebook, and he was also preparing to go home.
"Director Sun, let's have a potluck dinner together tonight?" Wei Feng asked.
"No." Sun Chao said, "We have cooked food at home. If you don't know how to eat it, you will be nagged for three days and three nights when you go back."
"You are really humorous." Wei Feng said with a smile, "Director Sun, the interview is over, can I ask you a few questions in private?"
Sun Chao didn't take it seriously, thinking it was something like consulting about his condition, so he nodded with a smile. Even if I get to know this reporter Wei in the future, he will probably cause trouble for me. And if he has any publicity needs, he will also trouble him.
Social favors, that's all.
"That's right." Wei Feng asked: "You gave me the impression of a humble and gentle doctor. I can infer from the interview just now that you have saved countless lives in your medical career. As the old saying goes, life is It’s no exaggeration to say Bodhisattva.”
"I've passed it, but I dare not say that." Sun Chao waved his hands repeatedly, "This is what I do, and I am very satisfied if I can do my job well."
"But for such a generous elder like you, a junior doctor dares to offend and insult you. This is simply unreasonable."
"Huh?" Sun Chao was stunned for a moment.
As soon as Wei Feng said that, he remembered the time when he saw Boss Zheng take out a 12cm long blood clot at 912, he moved forward, and then the hemostatic forceps flew towards him... This is something Sun Chao will never forget in his life.
"When I was interviewing other doctors, I heard what others said. It was also in the casual chat afterwards, and everyone accidentally mentioned this matter." Wei Feng explained, "It's so outrageous, and other people also defended you. It's so bad. In a typhoon, we still have to deal with a kind and honest elder like you, who doesn’t know how he got into our medical team.”
Although Sun Chao felt a little strange, he was also touched when he saw what Wei Feng said was sincere and emotional.
"Alas, young people today are different from those of our time." Sun Chao sighed, "We respected the old director from the bottom of our hearts."
"You are right, technology must be passed down." Wei Feng said: "I have just learned a few things, and I am struggling with seniors like you. How can I be a doctor? If it weren't for the presence of senior doctors like you, Teaching by example, they..."
Wei Feng kept talking, these were all thought out in advance, and they were the things he thought would resonate most with Director Sun Chaosun.
But when Sun Chao heard these words, his heart trembled, as if a hemostatic forceps flew towards him and hit the radial styloid process of his right hand.
There was a snap, and he shivered involuntarily.
"Director Sun, you..." Wei Feng asked carefully.
"It's nothing." Sun Chao replied calmly, "It's all in the past, let's not talk about it."
Wei Feng was startled.
Don't say this? How can that be done!
"Director Sun, are you worried that my writing this in the report will cause conflicts between the two hospitals? Don't worry, I respect you very much, so I feel aggrieved for you from the bottom of my heart." Wei Feng said sincerely.
Sun Chao sighed, feeling slightly strange.
"My superiors arranged for me to interview Dr. Zheng, but I refused." Wei Feng said.
"Refuse? Why?"
"I heard that his Typhoon was particularly bad. He hit people with hemostatic forceps on the operating table not once or twice. What's so good about interviewing such a person!" Wei Feng said, revealing his true feelings and speaking from the bottom of his heart. I hate Zheng Ren.
"Ahem, you can't say that." Sun Chao thought of the operation. Boss Zheng was still very honest, but the assistant next to him was simply too arrogant.
"You are just modest. In your eyes, the surgeries they performed are minor surgeries and not worth mentioning at all."
When Sun Chao heard this, he recalled that Boss Zheng had taken out a 12cm large thrombus from the pulmonary artery, as if he had taken out a big worm. He thought to himself that if this was a minor operation, he really didn't know what surgery was considered major.
If he were standing on the operating table, the patient might not be able to be saved. Even if I can get off stage alive, I will definitely have to stay in the ICU for at least half a month, and I will definitely not recover quickly.
After so many years as a clinician and having performed thousands of surgeries, Sun Chao still had some idea of what he could and couldn't do.
If anything else, he just admits it, bragging, everyone has done it. But saying that he could easily perform such a difficult operation made Sun Chao really unable to get over it. This boast was a bit too big, so big that he subconsciously thought it was impossible.
"Boss Zheng's surgery is indeed good. Let's discuss the matter." Sun Chao thought for a while and said in a deep voice.
"You are so humble. He is a small doctor from Haicheng. No matter how good his surgery is, how much better can he be?"
Sun Chao's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that the purpose of the person in front of him seemed to be somewhat impure.
Boss Zheng is from Haicheng. People in the circle do know this kind of thing, but heroes don't care about their origins. In normal communication, we only talk about what kind of surgery so-and-so will do, what went wrong in so-and-so’s medical treatment, and who cares where his hometown is.
Wei Feng did not notice the subtle changes in Director Sun. He got excited and continued: "Although I am not a doctor, I also know that surgery requires practice. As a young doctor, he does not have enough surgeries. Even if he does a good job, How can it be better?"
"And he's too flamboyant. Nobel Prize in Biology or Medicine, you know."
Sun Chao nodded.
"The list of recommended candidates is kept strictly confidential by the Nobel Prize review team. Now when I check the Internet, I can only find information that was just declassified 50 years ago. But he made a recommendation, for fear that others would not know, and told people everywhere that he was a Nobel Prize winner. Award Candidate.”
As he said that, Wei Feng sneered: "If he hadn't been a Nobel Prize candidate, how could he be airborne on 912? How could he be so arrogant and hit people with hemostatic forceps on the operating table?"
"These are all conspiracies, conspiracies! A little trick played by a small citizen and a small doctor in order to get a higher position!"