In an instant, Feng Xuhui felt countless eyes as if he was about to cut himself into pieces.

Zheng Ren ignored everyone, pressed Feng Xuhui onto the chair, turned around and went into the house to attend the morning shift.

It’s like sitting on pins and needles, this is Feng Xuhui’s feeling.

The red folding chair seemed to have nails in the inferior sponge. When she sat on her butt, she suffered an old injury to her left leg and felt a vague pain.

Generally speaking, others sit and Feng Xuhui stands.

But now he is sitting by himself and standing by others... such a huge gap... Feng Xuhui did not feel honored, but was full of talent, but was nervous and almost broke down.

What's this? Will it offend many directors and have a bad impact on the company?

Countless thoughts made Feng Xuhui's heart-wrenching deer bump into the deer, and he even felt that the deer had hit her head to death.

"Manager Feng, are you responsible for Changfeng's consumables in the imperial capital?" Zhou Chunyong came over and asked.

He seemed to be sitting and standing without any dissatisfaction with Feng Xuhui, and he didn't pay any attention at all, and asked with a smile.

"That..." Feng Xuhui hurriedly wanted to stand up.

"Sit." Zhou Chunyong knew that Feng Xuhui's legs and feet were not smooth, so he pressed him on the chair with a serious look on his face and said, "Your injury has not healed yet. Sit and say, sit and say."

Feng Xuhui was very nervous and said shyly: "I haven't run away on that side yet."

"I have prepared a few patients and asked Boss Zheng to go to the flying knife. Boss Zheng is used to using Changfeng's consumables. When I go back, I will pick up the bill. You can find someone to run, hurry up and go to the hospital, and don't let Boss Zheng use it inconveniently." Zhou Chunyong said with a smile, as if he was chatting with his old friends, and he did not see the momentum of the imperial capital director at all.

Feng Xuhui is about to stand up again. When it comes to business, he will not be able to get through it if he sits there again.

"Sit down." Zhou Chunyong said seriously: "I told you that your injury has not healed yet, so why are you messing around? You are so young and you are always careful when you run business. You greet your salesperson and I will ask the deputy director to put the bill here."

"Hurry up and get some time. Boss Zheng has gone to the surgery these days and try to use it directly." Zhou Chunyong's kind attitude made Feng Xuhui completely confused.

The salesperson under his command... Is it good to be the lowest-level salesperson?

What happened? In the past, the company spent a lot of money, but Director Zhou of the Imperial Capital Liver and Gallbladder Hospital was simply disdainful.

It doesn’t matter if they have their own familiar manufacturers, consumables, and giving a lesson. But if they really have consumables bills of lading in the hospital, there is no talk!

And now... he actually took the initiative to propose it.

The imperial capital is a place where several international manufacturers have fought fiercely. Changfeng has done a lot of work and can't get in at all.

Director Zhou...will you agree?

Feng Xuhui looked around and felt even more confused.

There are a bunch of imperial capitals, and domestic professors stand in the corridor and add two foreigners. Is this a parade?

"Manager Feng, add WeChat, I will give you the deputy director's phone number. I have to hurry up today. If you can't get in today, I will not be able to get in. I will not be able to afford to take the surgery tomorrow." Director Zhou added with Feng Xuhui while talking. After adding WeChat, he called to contact the specific business.

Feng Xuhui was also helpless. Is this the rhythm of being forced to put consumables into the hospital?

He always nodded and bowed, and only then could he receive gifts for the guests and supplies. If he could not take care of one person, he might be withdrawn again if he didn't have a needle or a guide wire in half a year.

Feng Xuhui never even dreamed of the fact that the clinical director begged to buy consumables.

It's so weird.

Feng Xuhui glanced at the people around him, took out his cell phone, found Ma Quan's number, and dialed it out.

"Dr. Ma, I am Xiao Feng."

"I happened to meet Director Zhou, who was in 912. He said that he would pick up consumables today."

"Yes, yes, it's very urgent. President Zheng has to go for surgery in the past few days, so he must let President Zheng use it."

"Well, OK, Director Zhou will give me a call and ask us to send someone to contact us and finish the matter today."

"Okay, then I'll die."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xuhui copied and pasted it and forwarded the phone number and name sent by Zhou Chunyong to Ma Quan.

After doing all this, Feng Xuhui found that his hands were trembling slightly.

It's really a waste of time. Feng Xuhui took a deep breath and stabilized his emotions.

At this moment, the office door opened, Director Kong took the lead, and everyone walked out.

"Boss Zheng, you go for the operation. I will go up after the room check." Director Kong and Zheng Ren behind him said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren was not polite and responded.

The rounds of each group were neat. Zheng Ren invited Feng Xuhui to undergo surgery. The patient was picked up by Oliver, so Zheng Ren didn't have to worry about it.

The crowd followed Zheng Ren, and the team was very long, which made Feng Xuhui feel panicked.

"Mr. Zheng, this is..." Feng Xuhui asked in a low voice in Zheng Ren's ear.

"I'm here to learn tips surgery." Zheng Ren replied.

"study?"

"Hey, how do you talk?" Su Yun said contemptly: "The boss's original surgical method is not what it is. Manager Feng, your concept needs to be changed. Little comrade, you are no longer able to adapt to the pace of work."

Su Yun's words are the truth, but Feng Xuhui really can't accept it for a while.

Walking in front, following a bunch of directors behind me? It's so fantasy, it's unscientific.

"Brother Yun, what are those two foreigners doing?" Feng Xuhui asked in a low voice.

"I am from Leiden Medical University Hospital in the Netherlands. I don't understand Dutch and have never communicated with them." Su Yun hugged Feng Xuhui's shoulder and asked intimately: "Drink some tonight. Last time in Haicheng, I saw that you were busy, but I didn't see you drink. What do you like to eat, just say whatever you like."

"Ah?" Feng Xuhui knew that Su Yun was talking about the fact that his boss found two professional wine attendants and was finally knocked down. He remembered that Su Yun was so fierce that he blew the bottle, and he suddenly became timid.

"What are you afraid of? We are our own people, and we can drink as much as we can. No one is trying to drink for you." Su Yun said: "When you come back, it's time to ask the boss to have a bleeding treat."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

"If you pay, don't blame me for not knowing you in the future." Su Yun and Feng Xuhui walked along, saying, "Don't look at the boss rarely contacting you. That's this guy who is so cowardly that he doesn't want to think of the things ahead. In the future, he will follow the boss to expand his territory and ask for results."

Su Yun's words warmed Feng Xuhui's heart.

"I told Fuguier that the boss of your family's goods has been personally extinguished, which can increase the success rate of tips surgery. I think Fuguier believes it very much, and I don't know if others are so easy to cheat. If you believe it, the amount outside will probably be larger. You should tell Ma Quan first, don't be too busy to supply the goods."
Chapter completed!