In the 912 operating room, Su Yun was leaning on the sofa with his mobile phone.
"Boss, the people in Nanshan City said they want to invite us to go there." Su Yundao said.
Zheng Ren watched the operation intently and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Isn't the diagnosis of celiac disease patients clear? Dean Wu wants to talk to you about which diseases should be sent to the People's Hospital for treatment and which diseases should be kept in the mental hospital."
"..." Zheng Ren was silent and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"This topic is too big, so I will answer it directly." Su Yundao said.
"Uh... let's go first." Zheng Ren said, "Let me think about it, what day of the week is the appointment?"
"Huh? I rarely see you so interested. What do you think?" Su Yun asked strangely.
"This topic is big, but it is also important." Zheng Rendao, "Just like the patient yesterday, he can get better without eating pasta. If he is sent to a mental hospital, wouldn't this person be useless?"
"I'll summarize the relevant conditions, and you should respond first." Zheng Ren said softly.
"Tsk tsk, the boss is mighty." Su Yun said absently.
"Lin Yuan, lower your back, I've told you about this three times." Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun, pressed the intercom, and spoke to Lin Yuan who was undergoing surgery.
"Your requirements are too strict. Lin Yuan still has very few contacts. It will take another 200 surgeries to make a breakthrough." Su Yun commented later.
"Well, based on her understanding, it's almost this number." Zheng Ren nodded.
"You should read the results on the little stone."
"After reading it," Zheng Ren said, "I'm still a little dissatisfied with the results of the first phase."
Su Yun was stunned for a moment, "Boss, the tumor cells in the blood have been found to be partially under control. Are you still not satisfied? Do you want to go to heaven? This is still the initial effect. It is estimated that it will be better after corresponding improvements are made in a few days."
"Yeah." Zheng Ren said, "I should be able to do better. But Xiao Shitou gave me a little surprise. He has no side effects at all so far."
"That child is resisting." Su Yun said, "Just because of his illness, others would have died long ago. Why is he still carrying it?"
"Let's talk about the little stone. I sorted out my thoughts on the way back and will contact Bota again later." Zheng Ren said, "The effect of this medicine can be even stronger when taken orally."
Su Yun looked at his boss's back, and sometimes he really didn't know what he was thinking.
Controls the reverse transcription process of tumor cells, inhibits mitosis, and does not significantly increase the number of scattered tumor cells. Fugui'er said that those in Bota's laboratory were excitedly preparing a cocktail party to celebrate, but the boss was not satisfied yet.
Is this thing really ready to go to heaven
Sometimes I feel that this fool is really interesting. Su Yun shook his head slightly and suddenly said, "By the way, boss, Xiao Shitou asked me for my external account today."
"Account? What external network?"
"The Chinese Biomedical Literature Database was given to him before I left." Su Yundao said, "He said it was not enough, so I gave him the Excerpt Medica Database account, and by the way, I also gave him the Medline account."
"What is he doing on these professional websites?" Zheng Ren suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Yun and asked.
"Let's learn." Su Yundao said, "He may feel that his time is too long, and he wants to learn by himself and then treat himself. I guess this child, like you, has some disdain for others. This comes from the heart. It’s okay to be proud or arrogant.”
"He is still too young to understand many things." Zheng Ren shook his head.
"Some time ago, who said that he was born with knowledge?" Su Yun caught a flaw and replied with a smile, "I looked at his browsing history in the Chinese Biomedical Literature Database, and they were all with the Botta Laboratory. Information related to the direction of research.”
"Well, let's see." Zheng Ren didn't care. Xiao Shitou could read it if he wanted. It was just some public information. I originally thought that if I gave him a mobile phone, he would use it to play ranked games and kill time. But he didn't expect that he would actually start researching bioengineering. Zheng Ren didn't have any hope.
Although there are some peerless geniuses, such as Einstein, who can come up with conjectures without any need for a laboratory, they are proven to be correct afterwards and at least provide an idea for scientific research.
But Zheng Ren didn't think Xiao Shitou would be able to do this. Geniuses like Einstein are not easy to catch.
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Ning Qiao is preparing for a nap.
Unlike others, he has no desire for naps or lunch breaks, but has a certain fear.
Ever since he was diagnosed with depression, Ning Qiao felt that his whole person was not well.
The work pressure is high, and there is nothing in life that attracts him. The sky has become gray, and he has not seen the sun in an unknown amount of time.
While other people's naps are all about rest, Ningqiao's naps would make him fall into an endless nightmare, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.
But resting at night is not good in itself. If you don’t sleep for a while at noon, you may not have enough energy in the afternoon, and you will be scolded by your boss.
In fact, not every time he fell asleep, he would enter that kind of endless nightmare. Every day he went to sleep was like a lucky break. Ning Qiao had nothing to say.
Ning Qiao secretly took out the bupropion he was going to take for lunch and ate it. Ning Qiao didn't tell anyone about his depression. He was always afraid that others would look at him strangely.
In Ning Qiao's opinion, depression is mental illness, and he is not willing to let others say that he is mentally ill behind his back.
He really didn't want to sleep, but he couldn't bear it any longer, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse at any time.
He found a sofa and lay down, covered himself with his coat, greeted his colleagues and closed his eyes.
I hope nothing happens, I hope nothing happens, Ning Qiao thought silently in his heart.
Closing his eyes, Ning Qiao didn't feel sleepy at all. His mind seemed to be filled with paste, he was a little confused, and his temples ached.
What a misfortune. When will it end? Ning Qiao thought in frustration. Death might be the end. In a daze, he thought of death.
It seems that only after his life is over can he sleep peacefully. Ning Qiao sighed, his mind getting even more confused.
Thinking about all kinds of messy things, Ning Qiao felt like he was "sleeping" again and again. It's just that the quality of sleep is quite poor, and I feel more tired after sleeping than without sleeping.
"Xiaoqiao, get up and work." A colleague shouted from the side.
"Oh." Ning Qiao's bones and joints all over his body ached, and he didn't know what kind of work he would do in the afternoon.
I guess my boss will scold me, life is really boring.
Ning Qiao got up, thinking about what he would do if he was fired by his boss.
But the next second, he was stunned.
The office was empty, not even a soul in sight.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the paper on the table moved slightly, and the sound of brushing was eerie.