For a moment, Feng Xuhui felt as if he was being cut into pieces by countless eyes.
Zheng Ren ignored everyone, pushed Feng Xuhui onto the chair, turned around and went into the room to attend the morning shift.
On pins and needles, this is how Feng Xuhui feels.
The red folding chair seemed to have nails in the inferior sponge. When I sat down on it, my left leg hurt all the time.
Under normal circumstances, others sit and Feng Xuhui stands.
But now he is sitting while others are standing... Such a huge gap... Feng Xuhui did not feel proud or full of strength. Instead, he felt uneasy and almost collapsed emotionally.
What is this? Will it offend many directors and have a very bad impact on the company
Countless thoughts made Feng Xuhui's heart so uneasy that he even felt that the deer had been hit to death.
"Manager Feng, are you responsible for Changfeng's consumables in Imperial City?" While Feng Xuhui was feeling anxious, Zhou Chunyong came over and asked.
He seemed to have no dissatisfaction with Feng Xuhui sitting and standing, and he didn't pay attention at all, so he asked with a smile.
"That..." Feng Xuhui quickly wanted to stand up.
"Sit down." Zhou Chunyong knew that Feng Xuhui's legs and feet were not in good condition. He pressed him on the chair with a serious face and said, "Your injury is not healed yet. Sit down and talk. Sit down and talk."
Feng Xuhui was very nervous and said shyly: "I haven't run away yet."
"I've prepared a few patients and asked Boss Zheng to fly the knife. Boss Zheng is used to using Changfeng's consumables. I'll pick up the order when I get back. Find someone over there and hurry up and get into the hospital. Don't let Boss Zheng use it. It's easy." Zhou Chunyong said with a smile, as if chatting with an old friend, without any hint of the aura of the chief director of the imperial capital.
Feng Xuhui stood up again. When it came to business, he would not be able to survive if he sat still.
"Sit down." Zhou Chunyong pretended to be serious and said, "I told you, your injury is not healed yet, why are you messing around? You are so young, and you pay attention to your health when running business. Say hello to your salesperson, I’ll ask the deputy director to submit the order now.”
"Hurry up. Boss Zheng is going to have surgery in the next few days. Try to use it immediately." Zhou Chunyong pressed in a kind manner, and Feng Xuhui was completely confused.
My salesman... I am the lowest salesman, okay
What happened? The company spent a lot of money in the past, but Director Zhou of the Imperial Hepatobiliary Hospital didn't even care.
It doesn't matter if people have manufacturers and consumables that they are familiar with, and it doesn't matter if they give a lecture. But if the bill of lading for consumables comes into the hospital, no need to discuss it!
And now... he actually brought it up.
The Imperial Capital Henan was a place where several international manufacturers used to fight fiercely. Changfeng had done a lot of work and couldn't get in.
Director Zhou... Do you agree
Feng Xuhui looked around, feeling even more confused.
A bunch of professors from the imperial capital and China were standing in the corridor, plus two foreigners. Is this a parade
"Manager Feng, add WeChat and I'll give you the deputy director's phone number. You have to hurry up today. To put it bluntly, if you can't get in today, Boss Zheng's surgery won't go smoothly tomorrow. I can't afford the punishment." Director Zhou was chatting haha while adding Feng Xuhui on WeChat.
After adding WeChat, he went to call to contact specific business.
Feng Xuhui was also helpless. Was he being forced to bring consumables to the hospital
Only by nodding and bowing, treating guests and giving gifts, can consumables be delivered to the hospital. If no one can take care of him, he might be withdrawn again in half a year without removing a needle or a guide wire.
Feng Xuhui had never even dreamed of the clinical director begging for consumables.
It's just so weird.
Feng Xuhui glanced at the people around him, took out his cell phone, found Ma Quan's number, and dialed it.
"Director Ma, I am Xiao Feng."
"I was at 912, and I happened to meet Director Zhou, the boss of the Imperial Capital. He said that the consumables would be collected today."
"Yes, yes, it's very urgent. Mr. Zheng is going to have surgery in the next few days, so we must let Mr. Zheng use it."
"Well, okay, Director Zhou gave me a call and asked us to send someone to contact him and get the matter done today."
"Okay, then I'll hang up."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Xuhui copied and pasted the phone number and name Zhou Chunyong sent to him and forwarded it to Ma Quan.
After doing all this, Feng Xuhui found that his hands were shaking slightly.
He was really hopeless. Feng Xuhui took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.
At this moment, the office door opened, Director Kong took the lead, and a group of people came out.
"Boss Zheng, you go for the surgery. I'll go up after checking the room." Director Kong said to Zheng Ren behind him.
"Okay." Zheng Ren responded without being polite.
Each group's ward rounds were neat and tidy. Zheng Renze called Feng Xuhui to go for surgery. The patients are picked up and dropped off by little Oliver, so Zheng Ren doesn't have to worry about them.
A group of people followed Zheng Ren. The queue was so long that Feng Xuhui felt panicked.
"Mr. Zheng, this is..." Feng Xuhui asked quietly in Zheng Ren's ear.
"I'm here to learn tips surgery." Zheng Ren replied.
"study?"
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Su Yun said scornfully: "The boss's original surgical method is not about learning. Manager Feng, you have to change your concept. Little comrade, you are no longer adaptable to the pace of work."
Su Yun's words were true, but Feng Xuhui really couldn't accept it for a while.
Walking in front by yourself, followed by a bunch of directors? It's too fantasy, it's not scientific.
"Brother Yun, what do those two foreigners do?" Feng Xuhui asked in a low voice.
"They are from Leiden Medical University Hospital in the Netherlands. I don't understand Dutch and I have never communicated with them." Su Yun put his arm around Feng Xuhui's shoulders and asked affectionately: "How about something to drink tonight? Last time in Haicheng, I saw you were busy, but I didn’t see you drinking. You can tell me whatever you like to eat."
"Ah?" Feng Xuhui knew that Su Yun was talking about his boss looking for two professional sommeliers, but they were knocked down in the end. Thinking of Su Yun's fierce aura of blowing on the bottle no matter what kind of wine he was drinking, he suddenly became intimidated.
"What are you afraid of? We are our own people. We can drink as much as we can. No one will compete with you." Su Yun said, "When you come back, it's time to ask the boss for a treat."
"I'll come, I'll come."
"If you pay, don't blame me for not knowing you in the future." Su Yun and Feng Xuhui walked away patting each other, and said, "Don't look at the boss who rarely contacts you. That's because this guy is a coward. He doesn't want to think about the previous things. Those things come to mind. From now on, I can follow my boss to expand my territory and come to you Ma Quan for performance."
Su Yun's words made Feng Xuhui feel warm in his heart.
"I told Fu Gui'er that the boss of your family has performed the surgery himself, which can improve the success rate of tip surgery. I think Fu Gui'er believes it, but I don't know if other people are so easy to deceive. If they all believe it, It is estimated that the usage outside is larger, so you should talk to Ma Quanzhi first, so as not to be in a hurry and not be able to supply the goods."
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