In the 912 operating room, Su Yun held his mobile phone and tilted it on the sofa.

"Boss, Nanshan City said that I wanted to invite us to go there once." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren looked at the operation intently and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Isn't this a clear diagnosis of patients with celiac disease? President Wu wants to ask you to talk about what diseases should be sent to the People's Hospital for treatment and what diseases should be left in the mental hospital for treatment."

"..." Zheng Ren was silent, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

"This topic is too big, so I'll reply directly." Su Yun said.

"Uh...don't do it first." Zheng Ren said, "I think about it, what week will I make?"

"Well? You rarely think about it because you are so interested, what do you think?" Su Yun asked strangely.

"This topic is very big, but it is also more important." Zheng Ren said, "Just like the patient yesterday, he can get better without eating pasta. If he was sent to a psychiatric hospital, wouldn't this person be useless?"

"I'll summarize the relevant conditions. You should first respond to it." Zheng Ren said softly.

"Tsk tsk, the boss is mighty." Su Yun said absent-mindedly.

"Lin Yuan, lower your hand, I have already told you about this three times." Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun, but pressed the intercom and said to Lin Yuan who was undergoing surgery.

"You have been too strict, and Lin Yuan has contacted very little. If you do another 200 surgeries, it is estimated that you will make a breakthrough." Su Yun commented later.

"Well, with her understanding, it's almost this number." Zheng Ren nodded.

"You can see the result on the little stone."

"I've seen it." Zheng Ren said, "I'm still a little unsatisfied with the results of the first phase."

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, "Boss, the tumor cells in the blood have been found to be partially controlled. Are you still not satisfied? Want to go to heaven? This is the initial effect. It is estimated that it will be better after making the corresponding improvement in a few days."

"Well." Zheng Ren said, "It should be possible to do better. But Xiao Shitou gave me a little surprise, and he has no side effects so far."

"That child is resistant to creation." Su Yun said, "Just say that his illness is too sick, if others have died, would he still bear it?"

"Let's talk about Xiao Shitou. On the way back, I sorted out my thoughts and contacted Bota again." Zheng Ren said, "The oral effect of this medicine can be stronger."

Su Yun looked at the back of his boss, and sometimes he really didn't know what he was thinking.

Control the reverse transcription process of tumor cells and curb mitosis, and the number of scattered tumor cells did not increase significantly. Fuguier said that the Bota Laboratory was excited to prepare for the cocktail party to celebrate, but the boss was not satisfied.

Is this guy really ready to go to heaven?

Sometimes I think this stupid guy is really interesting. Su Yun shook his head slightly and suddenly said, "By the way, boss, Xiao Shitou asked me today for an account from the external network."

"Account? What is the external network?"

"I gave it to him before I left the Chinese biomedical literature database." Su Yun said, "He said it was not enough. I gave him the account of excerpt medica database and also the account of medline."

"What does he do on these professional websites?" Zheng Ren suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Yun and asked.

"Learn." Su Yun said, "He may have felt that he had been a little longer and wanted to learn by himself and then cure himself. I guess this child is just like you, and he is somewhat disdainful of others. This is pride or arrogance from the bottom of his heart."

"He is too young to understand things." Zheng Ren shook his head.

"Who said he was born to know some time ago?" Su Yun grabbed a flaw and smiled and replied. "I read his browsing records in the Chinese biomedical literature database, which are all related to the research direction of Bota Laboratory."

"Well, let's see." Zheng Ren didn't care. Xiao Shitou just read it, just some public information. He originally thought he would give him a mobile phone that he would use to play qualifying matches and kill time. But he didn't expect that he would start research on bioengineering, and Zheng Ren didn't give any hope.

Although some peerless geniuses, such as Einstein, who doesn't need a laboratory to make a guess, afterwards, it will be correct, and at least it will provide a way for scientific research.

But Zheng Ren didn't think Xiao Shitou would do this. Genius like Einstein could not be caught casually.

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Ning Qiao is preparing for a nap.

He is different from others. He has no desire for naps and nap breaks, but has a certain fear.

Since the diagnosis of depression, Ning Qiao has felt that he is not doing well.

Work is under great pressure, and life has nothing to attract him. The sky has become gray. I don’t know how long it has been since I saw the sun.

Others take naps just to rest, while Ningqiao’s naps will fall into endless nightmare and be unable to extricate themselves.

But it is not good to rest at night. If you don’t sleep for a while at noon, you may be in a bad mood in the afternoon and will be scolded by the boss again.

In fact, not every time I fall asleep, I will enter that kind of endless nightmare. Every day I sleep like a great fortune, and Ning Qiao has nothing to say.

He secretly took out the bupropion he wanted to eat at noon and ate it. Ning Qiao didn't tell anyone about depression. He was always afraid that others would look at him with strange eyes.

In Ning Qiao's opinion, depression is a mental illness, and he is unwilling to let others say that he is a mental illness behind his back.

He didn't want to sleep from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't stand it anymore and his spirit was on the verge of collapse at any time.

He found a sofa and lay down. He covered his coat, greeted his colleague and closed his eyes.

I hope there is nothing wrong, I hope there is nothing wrong, Ning Qiao murmured in his heart.

After closing his eyes, Ning Qiao was not sleepy at all. His mind seemed to be filled with paste, and he was a little confused, and his temples were sore.

It was really a pain. When will the end be? Ning Qiao thought depressedly. Death might be the end. In a daze, he thought of death.

It seems that only when life is over can I sleep quietly. Ning Qiao sighed, his mind becoming more confused.

Thinking of all kinds of messy things, Ning Qiao felt that he had "slept" after sleep. However, the quality of sleep was quite poor, and it was even more tiring to sleep than not.

"Xiaoqiao, get up and work." The colleague shouted.

"Oh." Ning Qiao felt pain in his bones all over his body, and he didn't know what kind of bear he wanted to do when he was working in the afternoon.

I guess the boss will scold him, maybe life is really boring.

Ning Qiao got up and thought about what he should do if he was fired by his boss.

But the next second, he was stunned.

The office was empty and there was no figure in it.
Chapter completed!