But Li Xiaochen didn't expect that Zheng Ren's face did not change, and he still looked calm and said: "One and a half million."
Li Xiaochen's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was late? Has a headhunting firm already taken the lead
He gritted his molars and added: "After tax!"
In the context of the promulgation of the new tax law and the annual salary of 1.5 million, the two words after tax are worth hundreds of thousands more.
"Yes." The expression on Zheng Ren's face did not change at all. He was coiling the micro guide wire in his hand like an old monk coiling a magic bead.
"Our hospital has the best interventional surgery equipment, which can fully demonstrate your technical skills." Li Xiaochen continued to add, "And there are no emergency rooms. All patients pay for themselves, and there is no need to worry about arguing with the medical insurance bureau."
There is no emergency room, and there is no need to worry about the patient's financial problems. Two more weights have been added.
"Oh, your hospital is really good." This time, Zheng Ren said a little more.
not enough
Li Xiaochen felt that he should leave cautiously. This young man was afraid that he would open his mouth and demand a sky-high price.
But he was not reconciled at all, because he saw a kind of indifference in Zheng Ren's eyes, as if millions of yuan, world-class equipment, and a good medical environment were not important to him.
As long as you are a doctor, these are the most important things and no one will care.
What does he want
Li Xiaochen pondered, meditated, thought hard...
"Dean Li, if nothing happens, here I am..." Zheng Ren quickly issued an eviction order.
Weird, it was the first time Li Xiaochen saw a doctor like Zheng Ren.
If you want to poach someone, the most important thing is to know what the other person is thinking.
But Li Xiaochen only saw a calmness that was inconsistent with his age in Zheng Ren's eyes. No matter what he said, he did not reveal his true thoughts.
Faced with the eviction order, Li Xiaochen had no choice but to stand up, said a few words, then closed the door and left.
All the way downstairs, Li Xiaochen became more determined to refuse to admit defeat. He didn't believe that someone couldn't dig him out.
Such people don't exist, the difference is just the price.
Li Xiaochen immediately picked up his phone and looked at the time, which was fourteen o'clock in the afternoon. He began to contact headhunting companies to look for any clues related to Zheng Ren.
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Meanwhile, Germany, eight o'clock in the morning.
Professor Rudolf Wagner woke up from his sleep. After washing, he turned on his mobile phone and saw dozens of messages.
Fortunately, his phone was set to sleep mode last night. Professor Rudolf Wagner was not in a hurry, but was grateful that his sleep was not disturbed. He turned off his phone and went downstairs to have breakfast.
"Good morning, Rudolf." When he went downstairs, the professor met a doctor who had come to attend the Harlem Conner Award Ceremony. When we met, the doctor greeted me warmly.
"Good morning, little August." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.
"Professor, do you know the news in the early morning?" August looked at Professor Rudolf Wagner with a strange look.
"Message?" The professor immediately realized that it should be a message in his hand or something else.
But what could be important
"Yesterday while we were sleeping, a doctor in China performed a live broadcast of prostate interventional embolization. Yes, it's the new surgery you completed in China a few days ago."
Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled but said nothing.
"All I can say is that those hands were given by God and it's not your fault that you failed."
fail? What failed
Professor Rudolf Wagner's face turned serious. He took out his mobile phone in confusion and clicked on his mailbox.
When it comes to interventional embolization, how could anyone do it better than myself? Return the hand of God! That damn prostate, I've already reached the limit of human beings, okay
The mailbox is full of emails, all sent to me by others from early in the morning until now.
Professor Rudolf Wagner clicked on the email from Huang Zhishan, Executive Director of Pan-East Asia Region of Bossson International.
The content of the email was very simple. Huang Zhishan sent the recording of the surgery and asked the professor if he could perform a better surgery.
His eyes must have been mushy with cheese, and all he could think of was cream.
How could anyone do better than myself? Professor Rudolf Wagner is still full of confidence.
Have a look? The professor clicked the download button and prepared to have breakfast first. He couldn't let these damn things affect his mood.
He took a look at other emails, the content was similar, but most of them asked about matters related to his surgery in a vague tone.
Could it be that the Chinese's surgery was really better than mine
Impossible...impossible.
Professor Rudolf Wagner sat down at the dining table in confusion when his cell phone suddenly rang.
The call came from Sweden, from Professor Mehar in Stockholm.
Professor Mehar is one of the judges for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, and Rudolf has always had a good relationship with him.
"Rudolf, I just received a video of a surgery from the East. The surgery was almost perfect." Mehar is over eighty years old, but he is energetic and speaks in a low voice, but full of majesty. .
Rudolf Wagner's movements froze, as if he had turned into an ice sculpture, exuding a cold air.
"Did you watch the video?" Mehar asked.
"Dear Professor, I haven't had time to see it yet." Rudolf Wagner said respectfully.
"Then take a look if you have time." Mehar said: "After watching your surgery video, I thought the surgery was very good and gave me hope. But you know, after watching that video, I If my assistant hadn't stopped me, I think I would have been on the flight to China."
"..." Rudolf Wagner realized the critical situation and immediately said: "Dear Professor, I will fly to China immediately to see the surgeon. Please rest assured, I will definitely prepare the safest operation for you. Way."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." After saying this, Mehar hung up the phone.
Professor Rudolf Wagner is a leading expert in intervention, and because he understands, he does not understand.
That damn prostate!
How could anyone do it better than myself!
In order to perform this operation, Professor Rudolf Wagner had already prepared relevant knowledge reserves.
Originally, these preparations were to help Professor Mehar deal with the prostatic hypertrophy problem that had been bothering him, but by chance, he was invited by Parkson International.
Professor Rudolf Wagner gladly accepted the invitation and came to China to perform a case of interventional embolization.
There was nothing wrong with the surgery itself, Rudolf was sure of it.
And he couldn't imagine any possibility of improvement from surgery.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was full of curiosity, what on earth did that oriental man, who was known as the Hand of God, do to that damn prostate!
When the video was downloaded, he couldn't wait to click on it.
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