Soon, the directors of all relevant departments in the hospital rushed over.

There were a little more people, and more than a dozen people stood in the operating room, whispering in a low voice, and Zheng Ren also felt a little noisy.

He was very impatient, especially the blood in his heart could never be erased.

"Boss, go and smoke a cigarette. We have nothing to do with this." Su Yun said in a low voice. Seeing many directors and the deans were standing, the boss sat there and closed his eyes to rest. He felt it was inappropriate. In order to make Zheng Renshao feel a little hatred, he wanted to pull him out.

Zheng Ren nodded, opened his eyes, and walked out with Su Yun.

Director Xu of the Department of Anesthesiology has taken over the anesthesia, and Lao He has been idle. His attention has been focused on Zheng Ren. When he saw him leave, he immediately told his deputy that if the director looked for him, he would say that he would go to the bathroom and leave with him.

"Boss Zheng, you're tired." Old Hezhuo asked behind.

"fine."

Lao He, who has always been long-winded, didn't say much. Today, this incident made people speechless. Everyone's heart seemed to be filled with a big stone, heavy, and even breathing was particularly difficult.

When he arrived at the duty room, Lao He took out the cigarette, shook his wrist, and a cigarette poked his head out of the cigarette box, very skillful.

Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette, his hands trembling slightly.

In the previous operation, my hands were as stable as rocks, like someone else.

When Lao He saw this, he felt uncomfortable. He took out a lighter, lit a cigarette for Zheng Ren, and then gave Su Yun one, and opened the window casually.

"Boss Zheng, when did you come back?" Lao He asked.

"Just got off the plane." Zheng Ren said.

"I'm going to attend the commendation meeting." Old He grinned, trying to show a smile, but it was a little ugly than crying.

"Yes." Zheng Ren was very dull, especially dull, and his hands holding the cigarette were trembling slightly unevenly.

The surgeon's hand was steadily pussed. Just now, Lao He saw Boss Zheng with his own eyes, his skills were amazing. After getting off the stage, his hands were shaking like this.

"Old He, what's going on?" Su Yun asked directly.

"Oh, don't mention it." Lao He sighed, "I have seen a lot less urinary surgery these days. Just in the morning, Mr. Yu came to the station to do a kidney cancer, so I went to ask. Mr. Yu said that recently, the patient's family has been the same as before, either going to the ward director's office or going to the outpatient clinic."

"..." Zheng Ren and Su Yun were silent. They could already imagine the scene at that time.

"When we met, we didn't say anything, and we knelt on the ground and cried."

"Howling? I've seen so many times." Su Yun sneered.

"No, it's the kind of sad. Mr. Yu... Alas, this is really helpless." Old He said, looking out the window.

It was afternoon, and there were a few clouds in the blue sky, floating like cotton candies, making the sky look particularly beautiful.

But the hearts of the few people who spoke were full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder from time to time, and storms.

The matter is actually very simple, and Lao He didn't know much, but just heard Mr. Yu say a few words.

"Boss Zheng, can people survive?" Lao He asked nervously at last.

Zheng Ren thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "If there is no serious intracranial hemorrhage, it should be no big problem if the side of the icu is adjusted properly."

After this conclusion, both Lao He and Su Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's this!" Su Yun left his anger. "In Rochester, Wu Hui didn't even get any appendicitis, nor did he cry. The possibility of success that Director Miao had agreed to be successful before the operation was very small, but he was involved in this matter."

"Wu Hui? What's wrong?" Lao He was very gossiped. When he heard that he was a star, he immediately turned the topic away.

If there is something about Director Miao, Zheng Ren and Su Yun are not willing to accept it without asking. But once they really talk about it, none of the three of them want to mention it.

In this entangled mentality, talking about other gossips can still make the atmosphere relax as much as possible.

Su Yun told Lao He about what happened to Wu Hui in Rochester. Lao He was also quite moved. What is washing his intestines sounds nonsense. They are all old Chinese doctors, not complicated diseases. If you listen to a few keywords, you can probably guess the truth of the matter.

"The US's technical level is average," Lao He sighed.

"That's a community hospital. In fact, Mayo's technical level is very high." Zheng Ren told the truth.

"There are still few awesome doctors. By the way, Boss Zheng, I heard that you were hired as Mayo's visiting professor?" Lao He asked.

If there was no such thing as Director Miao, Lao He would have been gossiping about this matter long ago.

"Yes, right?" Zheng Ren began to be a little vague, then looked at Su Yun and asked.

"Yes, I've finished contacting. When we were in Heidelberg, Dr. Smith confirmed the matter and sent a letter to the hospital. Didn't I tell you?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"I forgot that the jet lag in those days and there were still many surgeries. Who would remember these things if it's okay?" Zheng Ren said indifferently.

After saying a few gossips, Zheng Ren is much better.

Old He was dumbfounded.

Mayo's visiting professor has become a small matter that is not worth mentioning for Boss Zheng? This pretending is too much.

"Apart from the surgery, I really doubt that if you go to Rochester yourself, you will starve to death on the streets."

"Always criticizing people proves that you are mentally unhealthy." Zheng Ren smoked a cigarette and said lightly: "On the Internet, you are just a troll. In fact, this is the same as American hippie culture. It is essentially an anti-traditional and anti-authoritative psychological activity.

It requires deconstruction and breaking all normal moral standards. At the same time, in the context of alienating people, one unemployed or lower-level youth leans their anger and rebellion towards society on the Internet out of a sense of powerlessness towards their own destiny.”

Zheng Ren was very depressed, his mind was full of blood red. He was not happy in his heart and his thoughts were not clear, and he was quite sharp when he called others.

Old He quickly stopped the two of them from quarreling, used all his strength to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Two, two, wait."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun asked in unison.

"..." Lao He had nothing to do, he just didn't want to listen to their quarrels. What are hippies, cultural differences, or small individuals struggling in the ocean of society, working hard, but going with the flow after struggling, expressing their dissatisfaction through the Internet, etc., which sounds like nothing more than a nonsense to Lao He.

Boss Zheng, who is such an honest person, will also say this.

"Tonight, have a meal together?" Lao He said in vain, so he had to find one.

"I've made an appointment." Su Yun said: "Just just picked up the plane, and there was an acquaintance on Director Kong's side who had a dinner party. Zhou Chunyong, who was brave in the imperial capital, also said that he would have a meal soon. Let me tell you, come first and then come. You want to treat us to dinner, and let's talk about it in a week."

Lao He spreads his hands, Boss Zheng is very busy.
Chapter completed!