912, holding a piece of broken paper, and emphasized that it was Zheng Ren's patient...

If you are applying for an account, you have to know about you. Just take this piece of paper and go to the director of the B-Super Room of 912?

He shook his head, but when he remembered what Dean Xiao said to him yesterday, he was confused again. No wonder his distant relatives didn't believe it. Now that he saw the legendary Mr. Zheng, he didn't believe it either.

Is he really good at seeing a doctor at such a young age?

Director Pan did not question it, picked up the list and took a look, and said, "The difference between ovarian malignant tumors and malignant tumors is very small, so you can judge, and then talk about it after the diagnosis is decided."

Zheng Ren immediately understood what Director Pan meant. He was so excited that he almost made a taboo.

Who is sure that he will never misdiagnose in his entire life? The point of mutual assistance between colleagues is a hidden rule. If it weren’t for something that was so angry that people complained, no one would directly tell the patient that the doctor in front had wrong treatment.

Even if it is wrong, we should say it slightly tactfully that we should not cause trouble for others. Besides, Director Pan is right, so I really can’t blame the doctors in the provincial capital.

It is indeed difficult to distinguish. If you don’t have the ability to rebuild, you won’t know. You can’t be a big pig’s hoof on each person.

"It's really hard to tell. The teeth inside are not well developed, too small, and not good-looking." Zheng Ren added embarrassedly.

Director Pan smiled and introduced: "This is Dean Xiao's friend, Mr. Wu."

He did not mention the specific position or department, but only said that Dean Xiao. Zheng Ren understood, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, "Zheng Ren."

"Mr. Zheng, I have long admired my reputation." The man also stretched out his hand and shook Zheng Ren enthusiastically.

"There is no Daming, just a hospitalized officer next to the director." Zheng Renke said politely.

"Don't be polite." Director Pan waved his hand and said, "Director Xia said the patient is ready to be sent to the operating room. Let's talk about it after the operation."

"Director, I'm afraid I can't eat after the operation." Zheng Ren quickly pushed the dinner.

If you had dinner with Director Pan, it would be nothing. But if Mr. Wu is here, Dean Xiao would probably have to go there, so that would be very boring.

"Oh? I'm rushing to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University in such a hurry?" How could Director Pan not understand Zheng Ren? He said half-truely: "Is Professor Gao so anxious to urge him?"

"Affiliated Hospital of Medical University? What are you doing?" Mr. Wu asked in confusion.

"Doing a teaching operation. I urged Zheng Ren to go over and teach them the surgery. I can't wait for a meal. It's too unreasonable." Director Pan said this too straightforward, but straightforward has the advantage of being straightforward, that is, I don't need to think about it.

Just simply literally, Mr. Wu was so anxious. Who was the one who could teach the surgery to a professor at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University?

If Zheng Ren said this, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

But the mountain-like heavyness of Director Pan, even if Zheng Ren is given more charm value by the system, he cannot catch up with the white hair of Director Pan. This is an objective rule, and there is nothing to do with the big pig's hooves.

"Mr. Zheng, are you in 912 now? If you have time to come back in the future, I will treat you out and have a good gathering." Mr. Wu became much more polite in his words, and his name has changed from you to you.

"You're so kind. You'll definitely be troublesome when you come back in the future." Zheng Ren responded casually.

Seeing the three figures disappearing at the door, the girl held the piece of paper in her hand and asked in confusion: "Doctor, who was the doctor just now?"

She was already in a state of chaos, and she was speechless and escaping from death. It was almost this feeling. She couldn't even say how complicated the emotions in her heart were.

I wanted to believe what the doctor said, but I was worried that I would believe it, but in the end I was disappointed.

"That's Mr. Zheng. It turned out to be the hospitalization officer of our emergency department. Later, he was poached by Director Kong from 912." Sun Chao looked at Zheng Ren with admiration and said enviously.

"Is he a doctor from 912 now?"

"You can say that. You are so lucky. You met Mr. Zheng. By the way, that piece of paper is kept. If you go to the imperial capital, as General Zheng said, go directly to 912 and find a director in the B Super Room?"

"Director Qi, from the health care team, has a very high level." Li Sumei said with emotion: "I went to further study. The teacher I took was Director Qi's apprentice's apprentice, and it was also at the front-line level in the country."

She said, dazed. Look at Mr. Zheng. He has been to 912 for less than half a year and wrote a piece of paper and could go to Director Qi with it. According to the meaning, Director Qi will definitely not refuse. How good is the relationship between the two?

It's really amazing!

Li Sumei shook her head and began to clean up the machine. She said with a smile: "Miss, your luck is really good. I feel that Mr. Zheng's diagnosis is correct. You go directly to 912 and never go to other places. This piece of paper is equivalent to a registered ticket. The ticket slayer's expert number can be three to four thousand."

The girl folded the paper very seriously and put it in her pocket. But then she felt unstable and took out the paper again, hoping to find a safer place.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay. Mr. Zheng has been back to 912 these days. If you lose it, you can go directly to the intervention department to find him." Li Sumei said with a smile.

"Are you involved in the department?" The girl tried hard to remember the name of the department and engraved it in her mind.

...

Zheng Ren came to the operating room, and Mr. Wu stayed outside.

"Zheng Ren, when will you come back next time?" Director Pan asked while changing his clothes.

"I'll come back if I have time. I miss you very much." Zheng Ren said.

"Don't talk nonsense, have you figured out that matter yourself?" asked Director Pan.

"Yeah, thank you Director."

"Don't think about so many messy things, but do good things, don't ask about the future. What is the Nobel Prize? If you can get it, you won't do clinical practice if you can?"

"Yes, yes." Zheng Ren smiled. Director Old Director Pan was not very clear. There was no resolution on the contradiction between clinical and basic research, but it simply and roughly cut off Zheng Ren's heart.

This is also pretty good, Zheng Ren thought to himself. But do good things and don’t ask about the future. It seems that this is the case. He only treats diseases and saves people. What is the Nobel Prize? That’s it.

After changing his clothes, he entered the operating room. He saw Xiao Yiren busy helping to clean up the surgical items.

The patient was already lying on the operating table, and the head nurse was chatting with him to relieve his tension. Zheng Ren knew that this should have been given to Dean Xiao’s special instructions before the head nurse would come forward.

Director Xia arrived with the patient, and she smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, I haven't seen you have had an operation for a long time. My classmate's portal hypertension has been cured. He told me to ask me to take care of it for you."

Zheng Ren smiled.

"During the Chinese New Year, he prepared pig-killing vegetables, but it was a pity that you were not at home at that time. I could only invite Director Pan out for a meal, and assume you were here." Director Xia joked.
Chapter completed!