Manager Tang's eyes suddenly bulged out in surprise, feeling uncomfortable.
What does this mean? Is it a teaching surgery
He looked at the two people on the operating table on the other side of the leaded glass in shock. The hemostatic forceps were still whistling and tapping on Director Zhou's wrist.
Director Zhou, who had always been aloof and unsmiling, was now as tame as a little sheep. Although he was beaten many times, the smile on his face became gentler and gentler.
The young boss Zheng raised his hand from time to time and made a seemingly ordinary gesture to communicate with Director Zhou.
Although the puncture kit was inserted, the needle was not moved for a long time. Director Zhou kept adjusting his hand according to Zheng Ren's gestures.
Mainly the angle of the wrist.
Maybe it was because Zheng Ren's way of doing surgery was different from what Director Zhou Chunyong was used to, or for some other reason, it took nearly five minutes before Director Zhou pressed the button.
Was it successful? Manager Tang didn't notice, and he didn't care whether the operation was successful or not.
All his attention was focused on Director Zhou Chunyong's attitude towards Boss Zheng.
How could this be the attitude of an old director towards the backbone of the new generation? I had guessed it wrong from beginning to end!
This is the attitude of students towards teachers.
After the puncture, Director Zhou Chunyong carefully took out the puncture kit. When he was about to remove the stent, he glanced sideways at Zheng Ren.
His eyes were slightly squinted, as if he were smiling. He was grateful, worried, and excited. His eyes were filled with countless meanings in a moment.
Is this still the Director Zhou that I am familiar with
Manager Tang remembered that when he first brought the consumables into the hospital, Director Zhou Chunyong was picky about everything, saying something was wrong here and there was something wrong there.
In the impression of Manager Tang, his eyebrows were always slightly raised, he was not angry and intimidating, and he was particularly difficult to deal with. Unlike now, it seems as if a child has completed a very difficult Mathematical Olympiad problem, full of joy, and showing off to his parents.
It’s really... damn!
Comparing Zhou Chunyong's attitude in the past two days, Manager Tang suddenly understood why Director Zhou didn't want to talk to him at all.
The reason did not lie with the limping little dealer at all, but with the young man next to Director Zhou.
I had thought about it before, but now Manager Tang has finally confirmed that this is it.
The stent came down and went in smoothly.
Manager Tang saw that the operation was about to be completed, and he should have left at this time. But when he saw the limping little dealer sitting on the sofa, he couldn't hide his nervousness and embarrassment. With a thought in his heart, he also sat over.
"Young man, what's your surname?" Manager Tang didn't mention that he was also a dealer, but acted in a gentle and familiar manner.
Sure enough, the young Feng Xuhui was fooled, thinking that this was the doctor from the Imperial Hepatobiliary Hospital. He wanted to stand up, but Manager Tang pressed his shoulder.
"Sit down and talk, don't be so polite."
"My surname is Feng, Feng Xuhui. I am a salesperson from Changfeng." Feng Xuhui introduced himself carefully.
"Young and promising."
"You flatter me."
"Boss Zheng is young, and you are even younger. From now on, you young people will rule the world." Manager Tang said half-seriously, but his heart felt sour for no reason.
Perhaps, the future really belongs to these young people.
Not maybe, but definitely, this is the law of nature.
"Boss Zheng is very skilled, but I don't have much ability." Feng Xuhui said politely.
"When did you and Boss Zheng meet?"
"When we were in Haicheng." Feng Xuhui said: "Then Mr. Zheng came to the Imperial Capital, and I followed him."
"Xiao Feng, you are wrong." Manager Tang brought the two of them into the relationship with a smile and said: "You call Boss Zheng Mr. Zheng because Boss Zheng was in Haicheng and he was the resident general when you met. Is it related?"
"Um."
"Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. When a leader is promoted, his title will also go up. Even if you are the deputy, you have to call him the same as the right hand." Manager Tang said seriously: "Who did you hear about such-and-such deputy dean? Now? Don’t they always call us dean and dean? Well, of course, when the dean is not around.”
Feng Xuhui was startled for a moment, and after thinking about it, he felt that the big brother was right.
"What is Boss Zheng's status now? He is a Nobel Prize candidate. You still call him Mr. Zheng. It sounds familiar. In fact, it doesn't matter whether Boss Zheng is happy or not."
This... No way... Although he thought so, Feng Xuhui began to waver in his heart.
After recuperating and returning from the hospital, Mr. Zheng became much closer to him.
But my attitude...
Feng Xuhui fell into deep thought.
This is just a very common workplace experience. Manager Tang told Feng Xuhui because there is nothing wrong with the words itself, but he can judge a lot of things from Feng Xuhui's expression.
While we were chatting, the operation was completed.
The airtight lead door opened, and Director Zhou accompanied Zheng Ren out, taking advantage of the short interval between picking up and transporting patients to do a surgical silhouette.
"Boss Zheng, there is a big difference between listening to your lectures and doing it myself." Director Zhou took off his mask, excitement filling his face.
"Well, you got started quickly." Zheng Ren said casually, then sat directly in front of the machine and started making silhouettes.
Normally Zheng Ren wouldn't do this kind of work, but today Director Zhou's attitude and behavior were too cooperative, going straight to Gao Shaojie from the Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Medical University, so Zheng Ren didn't mind talking to Zhou Chunyong more after the surgery. .
"Here, there are still problems when you do it. You should pay attention to the second operation." Zheng Ren directly adjusted the screen to a certain time period, which was where Zhou Chunyong was hesitant at the time.
"Yeah." Zhou Chunyong said, "With this experience, the next surgery will be better."
After the two of them exchanged words with each other about their experiences of the operation, the second patient inside had been brought in and lay down on the operating table.
The nurses are busy, performing ECG monitoring and preparing surgical instruments in an orderly manner.
"Boss Zheng, you watch the movie first while I disinfect my hands." Zhou Chunyong said eagerly, holding the movie bag.
"Okay." Zheng Ren took the bag.
"Zheng..." Feng Xuhui stood up and said, "Boss Zheng, Professor Mu is about to buy a plane ticket. He wants you to take a look at the time."
"Huh?" Zheng Reng was about to enter the operating room. When he heard Feng Xuhui's words, he was startled and looked back at him, a little strange.
"..." Feng Xuhui's heart fluttered when he saw it.
"My name is Mr. Zheng, that's good." Zheng Renwen said, "The operation will end in about seven or eight hours. Calculate the time. You don't need to prepare a meal time. Just catch the plane."
After speaking, Zheng Ren walked into the operating room carrying the film bag and inserted the film into the reader.
Manager Tang listened quietly, feeling sour in his heart. He really envied this Manager Feng.