Shengyuan Hotel.

A line of big words was held at the door: Report on 1,500 liver resection surgery in the emergency center of Yunhua Hospital.

The banner is made of golden silk with golden characters, and the large characters on it are made of purple-red satin, which is very vulgar. People in the fashion industry should suspect that it is a master's sincerity.

The flower baskets under the door are also very vulgar, all of which are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flowers, with no characteristics at all. There are almost the same banners hanging on both sides of the flower basket, mostly given by the hospital below, and the four words "Great Doctor's Integrity" appear three times.

Huo Congjun was very proud.

The guests who came and went to the hotel looked at the flower basket and found it unclear, so that's okay, because the flower basket was not for them to see. As usual, the health system cadres invited to look at the flower basket and cover their mouths and chuckled. It doesn't matter, the veterinarians can't laugh at the dentist. The real goal is still the doctors.

Huo Congjun wanted to let the doctors below see that his emergency center was recognized by many local hospitals and recognized by many senior doctors. His Lingran was also certified by many doctors.

This thing is of no use, but when it comes to spraying people, it can add kinetic energy to the muzzle.

Especially when slandering people in Changxi Province, why did Lao Huo go all the best, but he was not prepared to sneer around.

Considering that Comrade Huo Congjun is slandering people every week, this preparation is actually very useful.

"Call Ling Ran and you can come here." Huo Congjun looked at his watch and felt that the time was almost over.

The resident, who had no chance to show his face, responded and quickly went to press the phone.

Zhao Leyi curled his lips and thought to himself, the boss is here, Ling Ran is not here yet, he is so arrogant.

However, he dared not say this. In the current emergency center, although Lao Huo is as strong as before, Ling Ran's reputation is also as high as the peak.

The doctor industry is complex and simple. For Zhao Leyi, even if he is at the current level of technical level, even if he doesn't say he is willing to give up the disadvantage, he will never dare to provoke him again.

"It's a pity that I didn't use this intern well back then." Zhao Leyi said to himself.

Dr. Zhou understood as soon as he heard this, and said happily: "Ling Ran has done a lot of sutures for me."

Zhao Leyi looked at him squintedly: "Lingran will do the stitching for you now."

"Yes, how can you not show frivolity when you blow this?" Dr. Zhou rubbed his chin with his hands and thought seriously.

"What's there to brag about?" Zhao Leyi laughed, but couldn't laugh out loud. Because to a certain extent, Lao Zhou's current lazy behavior seems to be really used to brag.

Let Ling Ran help do the most basic suture, not once or twice, but for years of adulthood. This is often the case. Quanyun Doctor calculated that it was Dr. Zhou.

Lao Huo didn't do this. Of course, Lao Huo didn't have so many pieces of work to do, but it was really amazing that Dr. Zhou could use Ling Ran and could still use it now.

Zhao Leyi turned to look at Dr. Zhou, and saw that the latter's head was already leaning against the wall, looking calm and about to enter a state of sleep. Zhao Leyi couldn't help but think: This guy really seems to have the capital to be a hospital leader!

beep……

The speaker made a slightly harsh sound. Immediately afterwards, Huo Congjun picked up the microphone, patted the microphone head, and said with a smile: "Our discussion meeting has begun. I know that everyone is very busy, so our discussion meeting today is as short as possible..."

Huo Congjun briefly spoke for five minutes before handing over the microphone to the little bureaucrat next to him.

Fortunately, the young bureaucrats are more sensible and their lives are not as empty as middle-aged bureaucrats. In addition, they lack skills and long-windedness. After only speaking for more than ten minutes, they shut up safely.

The doctors nodded slightly. It was necessary for the official to come forward, at least it was more formal.

Then the leaders of Yun Doctor and others spoke. When the microphone reached Ling Ran, most of the hour had passed.

"Doctor Ling can use this microphone." Mai Yuen was stuck in time and alertly handed a new microphone to Ling Ran.

Although the activity was raised by Yunyi Emergency Center, there were still active participation from pharmaceutical companies during the execution stage, and Yunli was still responsible for the largest scope.

Mai Yu is specifically responsible for the construction of audio and video systems and other aspects. He specially chose a brand new microphone, which will be kept for Ling Ran after disinfection.

Looking at the audience on the stage, Mai Yuen seemed to be worried that the wireless microphone would run out of battery.

Ling Ran took the microphone, sniffed away, and was satisfied. He held it up and whispered: "The current mainstream view on liver resection is still necessary to be excessively accurate liver resection..."

In the conference hall of Shengyuan Hotel, a group of doctors looked at Ling Ran on the stage, some listened carefully, some traveled outdoors, some observed their faces, and each gained something...

Dean Bo also sat down below, listened to Ling Ran for a while before asking the doctor beside him: "How good is it? Are you satisfied?"

"1,500 liver resections, what's wrong with me? I haven't done so many liver resections in my life." The doctor sitting next to him was also in his sixties, with a tired look on his face and a little envy in his eyes.

Dean Bo smiled and comforted naturally: "You are not lucky. You started to have liver resection at the age of 50. Now, it has only been six or seven years. Ling Ran has been having liver resection for three years. He is young and has no burden from his family and has no trivial matters to take care of. He just undergoes surgery all day long, which is beyond our comparison."

"Yes, you should become famous as soon as possible. Unfortunately, when we understand this principle, people are old." The doctor who was in the sixth century sighed and looked at Ling Ran, and became even more envious: "I have two days a week now, either in a meeting or receiving this and that leader. My son is not good at it. I can't study, and I don't want to do business well in my studies. Alas..."

"I'll know when you find a little girlfriend. What does it mean to be worried?" Dean Bo also sighed.

The doctor who was in the sixth century suddenly stopped talking about life. He raised his head, looked at Ling Ran, and said, "This person is fine. He should have experience in liver resection."

“Worth the investment?”

"certainly."

"Which row is put?"

"Of course it's the first row. How many other doctors you are looking for can achieve 1,500 cases of a single operation, or hepatic resection." Dr. Benliu hummed twice.

“The investment in the first row is not low.”

"It's up to you."

"Worth it?" Dean Bo asked again tirelessly.

Doctor Benliu replied tirelessly: "It's worth it."

"Okay, I'll find two more good jobs. Alas, Lao Huo has to find a way to deal with it here. This guy is old and has thicker skin." Dean Bo is doing an intermediary business, but he can't just enter and leave like a real estate agency.

Many doctors, especially high-end doctors, do not have that strong demand for pure money, or in other words, if they are purely speaking of money, their intermediary business cannot continue.

Therefore, since a long time ago, Dean Bo focused on long-lasting investments in love and money.

However, the clinic’s funds are limited, and Dean Bo’s feelings are also limited. Who to invest and how to invest, it must be classified.
Chapter completed!