Zheng Ren was stunned.

How does this look like visiting a nightclub?

Director Zhou had a little fun, and Zheng Ren's face looked a little ugly. But Zhou Chunyong was making trouble, so why did the experts from this group of experts follow him?

"Wow, awesome!" The families of the patients behind could not curb their inner throbbing and whispered.

"Those foreign experts are not here to do the surgery."

"It was the young doctor next to Director Zhou who had the surgery, and foreigners visited it."

The excitement of the patients' families is understandable.

My immediate family, parents, or brothers and sisters, went to the imperial capital for surgery, or local hospitals think it is a portal hypertension with a very low success rate of surgery.

The more powerful a natural technician, the higher the success rate.

Originally, the patient's family members were somewhat jealous about the fact that the liver and gallbladder of the imperial capital had to be invited to undergo surgery.

But Zhou Chunyong was extremely tough and would not be admitted to the hospital if he did not agree.

The patients who were beaten to the point of being beaten to the imperial capital were more helpless, so they decided to be hospitalized and asked young "experts" to undergo surgery.

But in this scene, dozens of Chinese and foreign experts were standing in the corridor in white clothes, bowing and paying tribute together, like mature rice fields.

And that sound of Boss Zheng, he touched everyone's heart.

"Look at what I'm talking about? We are not a doctor, so don't let any layman command the experts. Director Zhou said yes, that's fine. There's no trust at all, so it's better to go back to your hometown and wait for death."

"It's so dangerous. At that time, Director Zhou said he wanted someone to have surgery, and I was desperate."

"Yes, fortunately my dad insisted on having surgery in the capital's liver and gallbladder. By the way, how much did your expert pay?"

"Expert fee? I didn't give it. Director Zhou even confiscated the red envelope."

"Your 300 or so years? Do you know how much money are the foreign experts in it to listen to Boss Zheng's lecture?"

"Why can't you get 30,000 or 50,000?"

The patients' families were talking, buzzing and a little messy.

"Thirty or fifty thousand? Even if you are unsightly, you can't guess it. A person with 800,000 is still a good deal!"

“…”

"I'll go! What are they going to do?"

The true and false words were spread in the corridor outside the ward, and every patient's family lit up their eyes when they heard it.

Money is one of the criteria for measuring things and is also a standard that everyone can feel. The 800,000 US dollars of study funding is simply incomprehensible. Although this is much more than the actual number, it is shocking enough.

This is the reason why people who watch the fun are not afraid of big things.

Zheng Ren felt a little ache in his head.

"Boss, talk." Su Yun smiled and whispered beside Zheng Ren.

"What are you saying, thank you for your hard work?"

"Boss Zheng, this is not what I arranged." Zhou Chunyong smiled bitterly and said, "This group of foreign experts has always been difficult to manage, and they are not like foreign directors who have a relationship with me."

He said, making a gesture of asking for help.

"This is not that." Zhou Chunyong was speechless in an anxious manner, "After you performed the operation on Dr. Mehal, these foreign experts stopped talking immediately. They were honest and honest, and they said whatever they said."

Zheng Ren frowned.

"I was going to arrange for them to go to the stairs conference room, but I arranged the screen projection, and the view on that side was clearer. The operating room couldn't accommodate so many people." Zhou Chunyong said: "But anyone who thought they would never go first, they would all wait for you here."

Zheng Ren was also helpless and could only nod and smile bitterly.

Ignoring dozens of experts, professors and Zheng Ren from all over the world standing in the corridor, he went directly to the director's office.

The door was closed, and the professors under Zhou Chunyong's team led the team were straight, holding the film in his hands, and lined up in the order of the arranged surgery.

Watching movies, watching patients, sending patients, and continuing to watch movies, this process is like an assembly line.

But the person standing on the assembly line was like a young doctor from Haicheng First Hospital, who was focused and serious about reading films and reading medical records.

The patients on the liver and gallbladder side of the Imperial Capital did not have time to see the surgery because of the operation on Dr. Mehal in the past two days.

Zheng Ren felt a little guilty, have he been floating? Such things cannot be ignored in the future.

More than an hour later, nearly 10 o'clock, Zhou Chunyong accompanied Zheng Ren out of the ward and went for surgery.

"Boss Zheng, Mr. Lin is waiting for you in the operating room." Zhou Chunyong said with a little nervousness.

Zheng Ren knew Mr. Lin, and there were few people in the country who didn’t know Mr. Lin.

A leading figure in domestic circulation intervention, an academician of the Academy of Engineering, is full of talents all over the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that domestic circulation intervention was created by Mr. Lin.

"This matter is a mess." Zheng Ren was also a little embarrassed, "I should have gone to visit Mr. Lin."

Zhou Chunyong is relieved now.

He was mainly worried that Boss Zheng was young and energetic, and that his intervention level was unfathomable, and that the old professor would look down on the old director.

After all, Mr. Lin's technical level was second to none at that time. But after all, he was old and had already passed his prime time when he was engaged in intervening work.

The technical level is just that. Mr. Lin has won everyone's respect because he overcomes all difficulties and rejects the public when the country was almost blank at that time and began to promote cardiac interventional surgery.

The pressure at that time was too great, and everyone’s protection work was not done properly.

Later, due to Mr. Lin's promotion, many chest pain centers in tertiary hospitals are now established. The green channel is fast and efficient, saving countless lives.

The elderly are undoubtedly worthy of respect.

Boss Zheng doesn’t use technology to suppress others, this is the best thing, and what Zhou Chunyong is most worried about hasn’t happened.

If Boss Zheng doesn't take this trick, it will be uncommon for him to commit such a thing... This kind of thing is not uncommon. Wu Haishi and Mr. Wu were driven to Pengcheng, right?

Zhou Chunyong has always tried to avoid the fate of Wu Haishi and Mr. Wu.

"Boss Zheng, the staff of Xinglin Garden are also ready for the live broadcast. You are so excited today." Zhou Chunyong has already started to get excited.

Zheng Ren glanced at him and felt that he was in a state too early, which was not a good phenomenon.

But it doesn't matter. Zhou Chunyong can't do it, he will do it alone. It's just a tips surgery, it's no big deal.

"By the way, Su Yun." Zheng Ren suddenly thought of something.

"So what's wrong?"

"You go to the staircase classroom, it's the place where you gave the last lecture." Zheng Ren said: "Let's explain the operation to the students who are studying."

"..." Su Yun widened his eyes. His boss was...

Forget it, let's not talk about him.

Su Yun was still immersed in the sound of the iron gate in the ward just now, and the sound came from inside. This means the establishment of the status of the martial arts world and the recognition of the first batch of experts from all over the world with concentrated training.
Chapter completed!