In a mid-range restaurant in Haicheng, more than 20 people sat around the table, eating and chatting happily.

Choose here, not for anything else, just for the table to be big enough.

If a department is divided into two or several tables, the atmosphere will be a little worse. If a party is a reunion, it is always not good to separate.

Xie Ning and his wife sat together with Director Pan, cheering and drinking, enthusiastic but not losing their modesty.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, I gave a speech and said all the words of thanks. The rest did not stand up and talk, and flattered them in a programmed manner. Director Pan did not like this, and no one below liked it.

After Xie Ning smiled and drank a few drinks with Director Pan, he looked at Mr. Wang who came from the imperial capital next to him, and raised his glass and asked, "Mr. Wang, are you still used to it in Haicheng?"

Although Mr. Wang was a hospital officer in the imperial capital, he didn’t have many alcoholic parties and didn’t have that time. However, when he saw many rich and noble people in the imperial capital, he naturally had his own judgment in his heart.

The person in front of me is different.

Mr. Wang is sure that the wine and dishes he ordered are definitely not something that this medium-sized restaurant can provide. Each one is exquisite, but each one is not swaggering. In other words, it is low-key luxury.

Those who can understand will naturally understand it.

People who can't understand will not feel neglected.

The right measure is just right. Judging from the attitude of this kind of grasp, the person in front of me is quite not simple.

Mr. Wang would go back for surgery at any time and see patients, so he did not drink alcohol.

He picked up the drink and smiled, "The imperial capital is also in the north, and there is nothing unfamiliar with it. The heating is several degrees hotter than the imperial capital, and the haze is lighter than the imperial capital, which is quite good."

"On duty today?" Xie Ning looked at the drink that Mr. Wang served and asked with a smile.

"Well, I won't drink anymore." Mr. Wang said frankly: "Mr. Zheng just left, and I dare not be a little careless."

Xie Ning brought the topic to Zheng Ren, so he stopped talking and waited for the following text.

"Director Pan and President Zheng have promoted the emergency department of Haicheng First Hospital by their own efforts. Although I don't have this level, I still have the ability to maintain and maintain success." Mr. Wang's face suddenly became serious, as if he had thought of something.

"Oh? You are too modest." Xie Ning put down his wine glass and looked at Mr. Wang with a smile.

The nurse and the doctors were having a great time talking on the other side of the table. They were recording Douyin, using the background music of the Ordinary Road. Chu Yanzhi stood on a chair with a pulley, holding his phone high.

Two nurses were found behind to help move the chairs and record short videos for the people in the operating room and the emergency room, having a lot of fun.

On this side, the topic has reached the place where Xie Ning wants to listen to.

"Mr. Zheng and I met him in the imperial capital. Mr. Zheng went to participate in a new interventional study." Mr. Wang began to recall, "When Mr. Zheng first went, something happened and saved a friend of mine. So I kept saying that I wanted to thank Mr. Zheng. You also know that we couldn't leave when we were hospitalized, so Brother Yun took Mr. Zheng to see me."

Xie Ning smiled. He knew about the thing that Mr. Wang didn't want to mention.

Are you young? It’s a good thing to have passion.

"I had just received a difficult and complicated disease at that time, and there were some problems in the judgment. Mr. Zheng told me to diagnose when he entered the door. Later, the operating table helped me complete the operation several hours in advance." Mr. Wang said: "Originally, I think Mr. Zheng..."

As he said that, Mr. Wang showed a constipation expression on his face.

Xie Ning was curious, what's wrong?

"I'll say something swear, don't be surprised." Mr. Wang thought for a while and couldn't find a suitable word, so he said directly.

Xie Ning nodded, even more curious.

"I thought Mr. Zheng was already awesome enough! But after coming to Haicheng, I saw Mr. Zheng going to the emergency room for rescue with his own eyes. It was so awesome that I couldn't believe it!" Mr. Wang sighed sincerely.

"Hahaha." Xie Ning laughed.

When his emotions are over, he can't vent his emotions without saying anything. No wonder Mr. Wang has that look like that.

But is it really that powerful? The hospitalization officer from the Imperial Capital 912 is the power of the Mesozoic Era. Xie Ning's previous judgment was that Zheng Ren's level was higher than them, but he was still at the same age, how high could he be?

But now when I hear Mr. Wang’s catharsis, I feel admiration and respect, and even a little... worship.

This is unlikely, the level should not be so high.

Seeing Xie Ning's gentle expression, Mr. Wang couldn't see what he was thinking. And he was immersed in the atmosphere he had just vented, so he continued to say.

"When I first met Mr. Zheng, I heard Brother Yun call him the boss. I was wondering who has the ability to do this."

"Who is Brother Yun?"

"Su Yun, when he was studying for graduate school in the imperial capital, he did scientific research by himself, cloned autologous stem cell to cultivate the heart, and then transplanted it automatically. The mice who had undergone surgery lived for more than 40 days."

"Oh, it's not easy for more than 40 days. If you work hard for a few more years and improve it, you will probably live longer." Xie Ning doesn't understand medicine, but he still understands these basic common sense. He said a few words to avoid being in a bad situation.

"Living?" Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "The little white mouse is not dead either. In the end, he broke the cage and ran away by himself."

"Oh? Is medical technology so advanced now?" Xie Ning's expression, like a distant snow-capped mountain, finally loosened a little.

"That's Brother Yun'er's awesomeness. No one can do it except him." Mr. Wang said: "I didn't believe in why Brother Yun found such a small boss at first. But later when I saw Mr. Zheng's level, I had to sigh that Brother Yun'er's eyes were so bright!"

"Don't believe it. Actually, I didn't believe it before this." Mr. Wang said: "A few days ago, a series of traffic accidents on the expressway leading to the provincial capital, Mr. Zheng received an emergency patient whose liver was smashed."

"Although I am not at the same level, I have a lot of surgery in the imperial capital, so I still have eyesight."

"I think there is no way to sew this kind of liver. The patient gave up the rescue and it would be better to leave a whole body."

"Don't blame me for being cold-blooded. Sometimes I can't help it. But when Mr. Zheng came up, I couldn't even keep up with the table. I intervened in surgery and sewed my liver in less than an hour."

"That patient has been out of danger today and has been transferred from ICU to our emergency room. I want to report this case one by one, but I can't contact Mr. Zheng, which is so distressing."

Looking at Mr. Wang's tangled look, Xie Ning smiled, raised his glass, and drank it all in one go.

For such things, you can drink wine and enter books.

"Then you have to work harder." Xie Ning said quietly.

"It's a must!" Mr. Wang drank the juice in the cup in one go, as if he was drinking, his eyes were a little red, just like the bowl of sturdy wine he drank before the troops set off.

A glass of juice brings out some heroic spirit and a sage that never turns back.
Chapter completed!