"Brother Yun, here we come." Mr. Wang from the General Surgery Department stood up and said hello.
"Eh? Why did you run out?" Su Yun glanced and saw that Zhao Yunlong was sitting in the main seat, and next to him was Dean Li Xiaochen, whom Zheng Ren had just talked about. There was an empty chair on the other side, apparently reserved for himself.
There are also several doctors there, all from the Mesozoic generation of the hospital.
"The hospital manager has human rights, okay? He has one day off per month." Mr. Wang took Su Yun's coat with a smile and hung it in the closet, not caring that he was like a follower.
Su Yun was not polite and sat down next to Zhao Yunlong.
"Dean Li, this is the Su Yun we just talked about, Brother Yun." Mr. Wang introduced.
"Mr. Su, it's our second time to meet you. It's a pleasure to meet you." Li Xiaochen stood up, bowed his waist, and stretched out his hand.
Su Yun didn't even stand, he just reached out his hand casually and touched it briefly, with his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
Li Xiaochen didn't seem to feel any embarrassment. He drowned out Su Yun's indifference with a few jokes. He didn't get straight to the point and talked about business. Instead, he pushed glasses and changed cups, and the atmosphere at the table became lively.
After chatting for a few words, Su Yun understood the situation.
Mr. Wang’s name is Wang Lu, a very simple name. He will graduate with a doctorate degree next year, and it is unlikely that he will stay in the hospital. Li Xiaochen happened to be looking for someone. The two hit it off and signed an agreement of intent. After graduation, Mr. Wang Lu and Wang went to Straits Hospital to work as the chief physician in the general surgery department.
Finding a job is a happy event, so when Li Xiaochen proposed to have dinner tonight, Wang Lu asked a few familiar people to accompany him.
During the dinner, when talking about the recent gossip in the hospital, Zheng Ren and Su Yun must be mentioned. Li Xiaochen intentionally or unintentionally brought up a few rhythmic words, and Zhao Yunlong called Su Yun over.
Zheng Ren is not sociable, but he is a nice person, and no one criticizes him.
After three rounds of drinking, several bottles of Feitian Maotai were bottomed out. Li Xiaochen stood up, raised his glass, looked at Su Yun with a smile, and said, "Mr. Su, I'm older than you, but you are a legend, so I'll call you too." Brother Yun, okay."
Su Yun knew that the show was coming, so he nodded and smiled.
"Brother Yun, let me toast you first."
Li Xiaochen used a large half-pound cup, and the clear and refreshing Moutai exuded a rich aroma in the cup.
As a turtle, Li Xiaochen doesn't like Moutai and prefers wine or whiskey. But as the Romans do, he basically goes with whatever the target customers want to drink.
"You're welcome." Su Yun still didn't stand up. He casually picked up a large cup like Li Xiaochen's, filled it with wine, raised his hand and poured it down without waiting for Li Xiaochen to say anything else.
"Good drinker!" Li Xiaochen praised, and then drank the wine in one gulp, "Brother Yun, I shouldn't say this."
"Don't say it if you don't want to. Eat vegetables." Su Yun wasn't just mean in front of Zheng Ren. He just had such a temper. Whether it was because he was arrogant or arrogant, in short... most people disliked his temper.
Except for the girls, of course.
"Dean Li, don't pay attention to him, he has such a temper." Zhao Yunlong drank and came to the rescue, "You have your say."
Li Xiaochen's smile did not change and he continued following Zhao Yunlong's words, "Brother Yun, do you have any intention of leaving Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital? You make a price, as long as it is within my authority, if I frown, today I drank all the wine on this table."
"Don't waste so much effort." Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair flying in front of his forehead, "I just asked Boss Zheng, and he said he hasn't thought about it yet."
"Then you can come first." Li Xiaochen did not give up and continued to persuade.
After leaving Zheng Ren's room, Li Xiaochen did a lot of work and got to know the pair Zheng Ren and Su Yun.
The more he learned about it, the more surprised he was.
Zheng Ren's resume is very simple, and there were no bright spots before, as if he jumped out of the cracks in the stone.
But the resume of his assistant, Su Yun, almost blinded Li Xiaochen.
Seeing so many projects that could be "extra points", Li Xiaochen deeply regretted that he was still impulsive. After planning, Zheng Ren would not be given an annual salary of only 1.5 million after tax.
Not to mention the magician Zheng Ren, even his assistants are so awesome. They are worth at least two million after tax. It is not a joke to pay such a small amount to the magician.
During the dinner, we learned about Zheng Renpu’s surgical skills through Wang Lu, and he had even saved a patient in the past few days.
It's a bit reluctant to say that the rescue team can do it without him, but it will be better with him.
Zheng Ren's value soared in Li Xiaochen's heart. Moreover, Li Xiaochen thought that Zheng Ren was difficult to find, so he should start with the assistants around him.
What Li Xiaochen said to Su Yun was premeditated.
"You want to poach me." Su Yun smiled, very happy. As his smile grew, all the colors in the hotel room turned to black and white. The two charming girl waiters standing behind them became the background at this moment, like lifeless puppets.
Li Xiaochen was startled for a moment, he was really someone who could make a living based on his face. If he became a star, he would definitely dominate the world in a short time.
"Dean Li, do you know what projects I'm working on recently?" Su Yun immediately put away his smile and asked.
"I've asked about the differential diagnosis and precise interventional treatment of small liver cancer nodules." Li Xiaochen is very knowledgeable. "You should be able to see it in The Lancet in a few months."
Zhao Yunlong's palm-like hand suddenly patted Su Yun's back, "You can do it. Do you want to work on a paper again, or "The Lancet"?"
Su Yun shook his head and said: "That happened a few days ago. I wanted to publish it to The Lancet just because I was familiar with a certain reviewer and was too lazy to bother."
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Everyone was shocked.
What does Su Yun mean by what he said? The publication of the article in The Lancet is not a big deal, but it is about giving face to The Lancet
This... this guy is so narcissistic.
Su Yun lowered his head slightly, without looking at everyone's expressions, and continued to say slowly: "Dean Li, I believe that Strait Hospital has its own rules for recruiting people, such as publishing a paper in the Lancet magazine. How many points can be added. How many points can be added for being proficient in performing combined pancreaticoduodenectomy."
"Brother Yun is a sensible person." Li Xiaochen said.
"There is a paper on interventional embolization of the prostate. I will send it out when I return to Haicheng."
"Is it still "The Lancet"?" Zhao Yunlong's eyes turned red. He didn't know whether it was because of drinking too much or because of envy.
"The Lancet? What the hell is that?" Su Yun scorned, "Last year, among the comprehensive medical journals, the one with the highest impact factor didn't seem to be The Lancet."
"It's the New England Journal of Medicine, with an impact factor of 72.4." Li Xiaochen knew these by heart.
"Dean Li, I'm starting to like you." Su Yun smiled and said, "I have contacted the New England Journal of Medicine. The paper is theoretically fine."
"..." Li Xiaochen cried.
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