Dongcheng, a seven-star hotel.

Dr. Mehal took a nap and his mental state was much better.

He sat in a chair, looked out the window, the imperial capital was brightly lit at night, and said to his assistant, "When will it be delivered?"

"Doctor, you are going through the entry procedures. If it goes well, you will see that set of equipment tomorrow afternoon." The assistant replied.

Dr. Mehal nodded slightly.

The assistant hesitated for a moment, and finally said in a low voice: "Doctor, the expert group's opinion is that it is best not to communicate with Dr. Zheng during the operation to avoid uncontrollable situations such as emotional excitement. If you can watch videos in the operation, your health is more important."

Dr. Mehal smiled slightly and shook his head.

The doctor is very stubborn. Once he makes a decision, no one can persuade him. His assistant knows this.

I just wanted to give it a try. After all, I watched the surgery myself and felt that this incredible idea was a huge risk as long as I thought about it.

Sure enough, as expected, the doctor ignored the expert group's proposals. In Dr. Mehal's view, the members of the expert group were all students of his students and their level was not enough.

When he was unable to keep his mind awake, there was no way, so he could only let the doctors in the expert group do the treatment. But now, all treatment methods are decided by Dr. Mehal himself.

As for the operation on Dr. Mehal, he had to see the operation process himself and discuss the matter with the surgeon... No one of the doctors in the expert group agreed, but no one dared to question it in person.

The assistant went out, and Dr. Mehal looked out the window and murmured for a long time: "You don't know how strong Zheng's surgery is. How great would it be if he met him in the early years."

How good would it be if it were in the early years? That transparent ceiling would not have been an obstacle.

Dr. Mehal sighed with endless regret.

...

...

The lights are still on in Dean Guo’s office.

He sat behind the desk with a stern face, and Director Mao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

After receiving Dr. Mehar, the other party ignored him and made Dean Guo feel very uncomfortable. Although Dean Yuan is the executive vice president, he is in charge of science and education, and belongs to one mu and three cents of land.

Today, Dean Guo was very unhappy to see Dean Yuan intervene.

But he had no choice.

Dr. Mehal's position in the medical field can completely ignore any invitation. It is definitely useless to speak by himself, and Dean Guo knows this.

If you want to ask Dr. Mehal to give lectures or even become a visiting professor, you must make suggestions from Dr. Zheng Ren and Zheng, so that there will be some possibility.

But... when I think of this, Dean Guo was so angry that he couldn't suppress it.

He looked at Director Mao and really wanted to scold her. You said ok, why would you do something for Dr. Zheng?

Now, let's sit on wax. Not only do you have to watch Vice President Yuan reach his hand into his own acre of three-point land, but you also have to ask others to reach out.

What's this all about!

After a long time, Dean Guo said in a deep voice: "You should do Dr. Zheng's job."

Director Mao felt very embarrassed, and his lips moved subconsciously, but he didn't say a word.

In front of her, she was holding a red chief physician certificate and a full professor certificate, and was sent with joy. But what she was greeted was Zheng Ren's indifferent face and Su Yun's ruthless ridicule.

Is my real power director actually ignored by clinicians?

He actively extended an olive branch and was rejected. It can even be said that he was indifferent to the disgrace. Rejection made Director Mao feel unacceptable.

At this time, Director Mao could not do anything to make up for the cracks between her and Zheng Ren.

"This is what President Yan means, please hurry up and go and do it." Seeing that Director Mao didn't say anything, Dean Guo said toughly.

In the words, I still feel unfinished.

If we can't handle it, we will probably feel a little sad in the future. Not only Director Mao, but also Director Guo will feel sad.

"Did you hear it?" Seeing that Director Guo, who had always been smart and capable, did not say a word, he knocked on the table with his fingers dissatisfied.

"Director, Dr. Zheng may have any misunderstandings about me...that..." Director Mao couldn't stand it, so he had to say in embarrassment.

"Misunderstandings? They are all comrades. If there is any misunderstanding, you can't explain it clearly? Explain it immediately! This is your business and has nothing to do with the work in the hospital." President Guo said coldly: "I believe you know the significance of this matter in internationally renowned experts and scholars who come to our hospital for surgery."

Director Mao lowered his head, feeling a little aggrieved.

That bastard Zhao Wenhua has been so many years later, and she has caused such a big trouble for Nong!

When looking for an opportunity, he must let him know what his surname was. Director Mao thought hatefully.

"Director Yan is not at home. If he is here, he will probably welcome Dr. Mehar today." Dean Guo said: "But the date of Dr. Mehar's operation has been set and he will report it to Dean Yan. He must fly back directly."

"If the work is not completed yet, what are the consequences? You can do it yourself."

Director Mao nodded, a little depressed.

But she didn't say anything, nor turned around and left, and still stood at Dean Guo's desk like a wood carving.

"Oh." Dean Guo sighed and said, "I know what you think, but Dean Yan attaches great importance to this matter. You must do your best to achieve it. Face is lost by yourself, so you can pick it up by yourself."

"Dean..." Director Mao murmured.

"Don't be embarrassed. I see Dr. Zheng is easy to talk to. You can find an opportunity to have a good chat with him, or you might as well find an acquaintance to have a meal together. For normal communication, are you still not allowed?"

Director Mao complained in his heart.

She asked, Zheng Ren was just a surgical dog. He went out to eat, but most of them were after the surgery.

That guy doesn't have much hobby, so he is willing to see a doctor or have surgery.

For Director Mao, this kind of person is simply a hard walnut... No, it's not a walnut, but a hedgehog, all of them are thorns. Not to mention the mouth, it feels like it's prickly when you move.

How could there be such a person in the world? Director Mao thought aggrievedly.

Even if I want to take the blame and beg for mercy, I have no chance at all.

I can't go directly to the interventional department. When I handed over the shift early, I told Zheng Ren, "I'm wrong, please forgive me."
Chapter completed!