"I just came back and haven't had time to change clothes yet." Zheng Ren said a little vaguely.
But Song Ying understood what he meant instantly. Although he had no more expressions or actions, he nodded slightly and said with rare sincerity: "Thank you for your hard work."
"fine."
Su Yun was waiting in line obediently, holding his mobile phone in his hand and flipping through something absentmindedly.
After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Eat quickly, it will get cold in a while."
Song Ying asked: "Mr. Zheng, have you been transferred to 912?"
"Um."
"After you treated me, I heard Director Chu say it several times. Every time I mentioned you, I was full of praise. I guessed that you would have to call 912 sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Song Ying smiled. said.
Faced with the words on this occasion, Zheng Ren was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer.
Song Ying was also shrewd. He knew Zheng Ren's situation at a glance. He didn't wait for Zheng Ren's answer and continued to ask: "Where will you stay when you come to the imperial capital? If it is inconvenient, I still have a free house in my hand." , you can take it and live in it, the monthly rent can be negotiated."
Zheng Ren smiled, knowing that Song Ying was talking about monthly rent, but he just didn't want to go too far. With his kind of net worth, can he still care about rent
"If you have a place, live nearby. It's very close. Please worry about it."
beside? Song Ying was startled.
"The Palme d'Or?"
"Uh-huh?"
In the past few years, housing prices in the Imperial City have slightly corrected, and the price of the Golden Palm has dropped from 120,000 per square meter to around 90,000.
Even so, it seems that it is not a place that a doctor who first entered the imperial capital can afford to live.
However, the surprised expression only flashed across Song Ying's face. He then smiled and said: "I happen to live in Palme d'Or, please leave me your contact information. I may have to trouble Mr. Zheng with something in the future."
Zheng Ren didn't care. He knew the relationship between Director Chu of the CT room and everything.
After exchanging phone calls and WeChat messages with Song Ying, and chatting for a few more words, Su Yun came over with a string in one hand and a stick in the other.
"Boss, go home." Su Yun said.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren glanced at Song Ying and said nothing.
"Let's go together and find some company." Song Ying said with a smile while eating grilled sausage.
"Huh? Manager Song? Why are you still eating grilled sausage?" Su Yun asked while picking up the skewers.
"Mr. Zheng made a timely diagnosis and performed a minor operation. He was fine soon."
Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, curled his lips, said nothing, and concentrated on eating the sausage.
Although it was already late at night, there were a lot of people on the road, which is when the night life is rich.
It's really great to be able to return to the world of singing and dancing.
Hope that side can get better soon. Chengdu's sweet and wet evening breeze and night sky are the paradise on earth.
With a businessman like Song Ying, who is smooth but not greasy, it is not awkward to have a light chat.
After entering the community, Song Ying sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun downstairs, watched them walk into the unit door, stood for a long time, ate up the half-cold sausages, and then slowly left.
When Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned home, there was a set of newly bought and washed clothes on their respective beds.
I'm back, you go to sleep. I saw the clothes, I will wear them tomorrow morning.
Zheng Ren was in a daze, but he hadn't forgotten to send a WeChat message to Xie Yiren.
Putting the clothes aside, Zheng Ren took off his coat and collapsed directly on the bed.
After waiting for dozens of seconds, Xie Yiren did not reply, so Zheng Ren fell into a deep sleep.
A week of non-stop surgeries and a large amount of energy potions made Zheng Ren's body severely overdrawn.
That is to say, in the system space, the physical fitness has been strengthened, otherwise it would really be impossible to survive.
Zheng Ren originally thought about going to the system space to take a look, but before he could enter, he lost consciousness.
When I woke up, it was already bright.
When I picked up my phone, it was already noon.
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly and said that he would go upstairs to eat and slept until this point.
After checking WeChat, Xie Yiren didn't reply, probably because he was afraid of disturbing his sleep.
I woke up. Smiley face~
Zheng Ren sent a message to Xie Yiren.
I'm at home, and Sister Yue has gone to work. You call me after you wash up, and we go out for a bite to eat. I just woke up not long ago.
Shay replied.
She was exhausted after driving all the way to find her and enduring nearly 20 hours of surgery.
Zheng Ren rarely stayed in bed for a few minutes without recalling the past.
The past is past, now it’s time to think about the work of the future.
The lack of beds has always troubled Zheng Ren.
Unlike Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital, in Haicheng, you can take care of more than 20 beds in the emergency ward.
But this is the imperial capital, where a large number of patients from all over the country gather, and a bed is worth more than its weight in gold.
Director Kong can allocate a few hospital beds to himself, which is already a great act of kindness. I don’t know how much pressure and coveted eyes he has to bear.
There is definitely no potential to be tapped in this area. If we dig deeper, we will definitely offend one or even all the professors in charge.
If you don't know the depth and reach this point, you don't know what trouble will happen.
Su Yun is right. Teacher Pan Jie of Xiehe doesn't have a ward, so why doesn't he work the same way? Thousands of radiofrequency ablations are performed every year, and it doesn't bother anyone.
This should be the first step. Let's find an opportunity to visit the directors of various departments here.
Open up interpersonal relationships... When he thought of this, Zheng Ren felt embarrassed in his heart.
But we can't let Su Yun go out and mess around, can we
For doctors at the general hospital level, Su Yun still has a high status in the world.
But against the directors of 912, Su Yun was much weaker. Especially now that I am still a candidate for the Nobel Prize, if I don't come forward, the directors will think that I am arrogant, and future communication will be even more difficult.
When people are in the arena, they really can't help themselves.
Zheng Ren sighed, got up, and went to wash up.
Su Yun was sleeping soundly, and Zheng Ren didn't call him. He took a hot shower, changed into new clothes, and then contacted Xie Yiren.
Xie Yiren didn't ask Zheng Ren to go upstairs, but directly made an appointment in the underground parking lot.
She didn't drive back, and Zheng Ren was also very curious as to what kind of car he had driven recently.
If another Volvo xc60 were to appear, Zheng Ren could only sigh that he really didn't understand Xie Yiren's world.
When he arrived at the parking lot, Zheng Ren received a call from Xie Yiren, telling him where his car was.
A pure black Aston Martin was parked in the underground parking lot, as quiet as a leopard that had found its prey and would jump up at any time.
Looking at the streamlined shape, Zheng Ren frowned.
He doesn't know what Aston Martin is, nor what kind of configuration and superior performance this car has.
Just looking at it, it smells expensive.
"Come up here, what are you looking at?" Seeing Zheng Ren standing in front of the car in a daze, Xie Yiren stretched out his hand to say hello.
"I'm thinking, this car can only seat two people. When I go to work tomorrow and the day after, should I sit in the trunk or Chang Yue should sit in the trunk."