"Say!" Ma Quan's voice was a little deep, and the voices of the financial boss and sales director who were arguing suddenly became quieter.
They were all old buddies who conquered the world together, and they could feel the anger in Ma Quan's heart.
This anger must be directed at himself, but he has not vented it out. I don’t know which unlucky guy called in at this time...
"What? Let me pass?"
"What a joke!"
"roll!"
Ma Quan burst out like a volcano with endless anger.
As he gets older and his status improves, Ma Quan rarely uses foul language. The two directors looked at each other and ended the argument quietly.
Ma Quan hung up the phone angrily and threw the phone on the table with a bang.
"Play the piano randomly!" Ma Quan said angrily.
"Director Ma, who made you angry?" a subordinate asked with concern.
"Hey!" Ma Quan said nothing. He suddenly froze, as if he remembered something.
"Dr. Ma? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you need to call a doctor?"
"Director Ma?"
Ma Quan's secretary saw something was wrong with him and asked quickly.
"I'm fine." Ma Quan waved his hand, "Don't talk."
The large conference room fell into a dead silence, everyone looked at each other without saying a word.
After more than ten minutes, Ma Quan slowly stood up and picked up his phone. Every movement was slow, as if in slow motion.
"Let's check if there are any tickets available to Haicheng before eight o'clock tonight." Ma Quan said with a strange expression.
Haicheng? where is that
Few of us here knew the name of this city a few months ago. But recently, this name always appears in Changfeng MicroPort.
Many people in the company have implicitly expressed dissatisfaction with the policy tilt toward Haicheng.
Director Ma is going to put down the board of directors, which is crucial to the company, and rush to Haicheng
The secretary immediately inquired without asking why.
"Dr. Ma, there is no air ticket today." The secretary said.
Flights between third- and fourth-tier cities like Haicheng and the imperial capital are not available every day.
"Then drive." Ma Quan had returned to normal by now and said calmly, completely different from the furious Ma Quan a few minutes ago.
After saying that, Ma Quan dialed the phone.
"Feng Xuhui?"
"I will leave the meeting at noon and go to Haicheng. See you at the First Hospital of the City."
After saying that, Ma Quan hung up the phone.
Many middle and high-level managers at Changfeng MicroPort were surprised. What happened to Chairman Ma? Being called over by a regional manager with almost no sales
There's something weird about this thing.
"You guys keep arguing." Ma Quan said coldly.
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Feng Xuhui's heart was like a roller coaster, falling to the bottom, but then soaring high again in the next moment.
His hand holding the phone was shaking slightly, and his back and palms were covered with sweat.
Although I have threatened to resign, it is never that easy to really make up my mind to resign.
When Feng Xuhui was scolded by Ma Quan, all thoughts were lost. But unexpectedly, a few minutes later, Director Ma called and said he would come directly by car.
This is simply the most bizarre plot.
After surviving the desperate situation, Feng Xuhui had a strange thought in his heart, and he became more and more convinced that the immortal in the imperial capital showed the way.
Returning to the operating room, Feng Xuhui's heart gradually calmed down as he watched Zheng Ren skillfully complete the tip surgery.
Hug Mr. Zheng’s thigh, for sure!
If you can't even hold your thigh well, what else can you do
There was no difficulty in Zheng Ren's surgery. The patients who had no indications for surgery had already been eliminated from the preoperative scans. Moreover, Zheng Ren became more and more proficient in using new methods to determine puncture points.
Four tip surgeries took less than half an hour each on average. The same is true for the second-stage surgery, which is generally skillful.
Skilled surgery and excellent techniques not only gave Feng Xuhui confidence, but also made Director Kong firm in his belief.
Sure enough, at around eleven o'clock, all the tips surgeries were completed.
"Bring the patients with Budd-Chiari syndrome here." Zheng Ren said.
After saying that, he suddenly realized something, "By the way, has the patient made a pre-operative statement?"
"..." Dean Zhang was so relaxed and happy that he completely forgot about it.
What are the tips for Budd-Chiari syndrome and where surgery is important.
As for Wang Qiang, this patient belongs to Cheng Lixue and has nothing to do with him.
Looking at the expressions of Dean Zhang and Wang Qiang, Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. I am so hot-headed that I have to shave off my hair, so this is going to be difficult to handle.
"Teacher Zheng, why don't we have lunch?" Dean Zhang smiled and said, "I was negligent in what I told you before the operation. I will arrange for someone to do it right now."
Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment. After all, this was not the first hospital in the city. If he stepped over Dean Zhang and had to perform surgery, wouldn't it be too arrogant, too domineering, and too hateful
Sighing, Zheng Ren said: "Dean Zhang, I don't have to do surgery. Budd-Chiari syndrome seems to be very serious. In fact, interventional surgery can cure it."
"..." Although Dean Zhang has a background in interventional medicine, he doesn't know much about Budd-Chiari syndrome.
This is a rare disease, with only one case occurring in half a lifetime. What is there to study? If so, wouldn't there be higher-level hospitals like Imperial Capital and Magic Capital
If you have that energy, you might as well do more research on common diseases.
Seeing this, Gao Shaojie knew what Zheng Ren was thinking, so he tried a wink with Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang hesitated for a moment, but then he thought, this was a good opportunity to make Cheng Lixue lose face. Then he smiled and said to Dean Zhang: "Dean Zhang, why don't you go have a meal, you will be busy all morning. I will communicate with the patient."
Dean Zhang nodded, and then warmly greeted Zheng Ren to have a meal.
Zheng Ren was tired and hungry, and he couldn't hold on with just a burst of awe-inspiring energy.
Dean Zhang's attitude towards Zheng Ren has changed again.
Being able to perform surgery is a skill, but it is not a big skill.
It is not uncommon for people who know how to perform and can do surgery to be suppressed and not to have surgery. It is not uncommon for people to be destitute for the rest of their lives, or to be sent to farms to raise rabbits.
But that's just how I can do it, and it definitely can't reach the level of the resident in the emergency department of the first hospital in the city.
You see, within a few days, they didn’t even go to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in the provincial capital, but jumped directly to the imperial capital.
This kind of person, let alone fawning, must leave a good relationship no matter what. If Shanshui meets again in the future, he will definitely beg for help.
At noon, we had lunch in the hospital’s Xiaozao canteen.
Despite repeated strict bans, Xiaozao Canteen has shrunk like the Municipal First Hospital. But the dean's valued guest still made an extremely sumptuous meal.
No drinking, less atmosphere. But Dean Zhang was very good at dancing and talked about a lot of strange things in the medical field, so everyone had a good time chatting.
As he spoke, slight snoring could be heard.
Dean Zhang turned his head and saw Zheng Ren leaning on the chair, asleep.