Zhao Wenhua took a few days off, put down all his worries, and came back to work.

These days he went out to travel alone, listening to the echoes of the distant mountains and valleys, and seemed to have experienced the true meaning of life in the morning bells and evening drums.

The whole person was quiet.

Life is like this, it seems like a simple life is enough.

Although every time I calmed down at the beginning, that simple and simple face would appear in my mind. However, Zhao Wenhua tried hard to restrain himself and no longer thought about him.

After several days of correction, he repaired the trauma in his heart, sent his daughter on the plane and came to work happily early in the morning.

If you don’t care about that hospital bed, just work honestly. What else can Director Kong do to himself?

Do you really drive yourself away? That's impossible! Zhao Wenhua still has the confidence.

Early in the morning, he came to the ward and saw that his ward was empty and there was no other patient living there. After all, it was only a few days, and it was worth not to ask him to borrow a bed.

Subconsciously, I went to Zheng Ren's ward next to me to take a look, and it was also empty.

Zhao Wenhua was a little puzzled.

It was the time when the spring was full of joy, and I’m afraid there would be countless patients waiting for Zheng Ren to take the operation.

How come there are no patients?

Is it a medical accident?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he directly extinguished it. He knew how good Boss Zheng had performed the surgery.

He chose not to confront him head-on, but in fact he had completely given up on the idea of ​​confrontation in his heart.

It is not embarrassing to admit defeat because of insufficient technical level.

Judging from Boss Zheng's skills, nothing big should happen, Zhao Wenhua immediately thought of it.

Could it be that Dong Tumor poached the person directly?!

This is possible!

Zhao Wenhua felt a little happy and a little sour. However, he deliberately controlled his emotional changes and did not let the flames of jealousy completely burn him to ashes.

When he arrived at the office, Zhao Wenhua saw Liu Zewei's bald head.

It was a bit bright, like a walnut that had been plated for ten years, and it had already been plated with slurry.

This is a professor from the Affiliated Hospital of Northeast Medical University. Zhao Wenhua knows about the tips surgery he came to Boss Zheng to study.

Liu Zewei sat there bored, which meant that his guess was wrong.

What happened when he was not at home? Zhao Wenhua began to become curious.

"Professor Liu, are you busy?" Zhao Wenhua took the initiative to say hello.

There is still half an hour before handing over the morning shift, and the office is empty. The night shift doctor is still washing and having breakfast in the duty room, and they are the only two of them.

Zhao Wenhua obviously had nothing to say, and Liu Zewei knew that this person was incompatible with Boss Zheng.

But as a doctor who is studying further, there is no need to fight Zhao Wenhua head-on.

Boss Zheng didn't say anything, so he would just squint quietly.

"I'm not busy, I have nothing to do these two days." Liu Zewei said half-true and half-false, with some distress.

Zhao Wenhua pretended to be fine, walked around and smiled and said, "Boss Zheng has a lot of work, are you still used to it?"

"Boss Zheng is not here these two days." Liu Zewei thought about everything carefully, and felt that everyone in Corey knew that there was nothing to keep secret, so he said directly.

"Not here? Is the flying knife gone?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

"Flying knife... I went there, but I only went for two days. After I came back, he went to the special ward. Dr. Mehal had a prostate surgery yesterday..."

Zhao Wenhua felt a little disdainful.

This is a rush to flatter the world's top professors. Is there any difference?

"This is not Dr. Olsen from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences rushed over and grabbed Boss Zheng to make physical models. President Yuan personally ordered that Boss Zheng would not accept patients in the near future."

"What?" Zhao Wenhua felt that he had heard it wrong and asked subconsciously.

"Oh." Liu Zewei sighed, and did not continue to speak according to Zhao Wenhua's words, but just shook his head.

"Royal Academy of Sciences? Is it related to Boss Zheng?" Zhao Wenhua asked in surprise.

"I don't know the specifics." Liu Zewei said vaguely: "I heard Boss Zheng and Brother Yun talk about common sense issues in medical physics a while ago, but I couldn't even understand it."

Zhao Wenhua was speechless, looking through the window at the special ward in the distance, staring silently.

He did not continue to ask, it was obvious that Boss Zheng’s sky was not something he could reach. It was a dimensional reduction blow to deal with him.

It is still time to look back now, as long as you figure it out, it will never be too late.

Just a doctor, what is the connection with the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? He won't want to win the Nobel Prize in Physics.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua smiled awkwardly. He couldn't even win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, let alone the Physics Prize.

I've thought too much.

Starting today, be a happy person.

Starting today, go out to the clinic, accept patients, treat diseases quietly, operate, and fly knives.

Starting from today, facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers bloom.

...

...

Zheng Ren has lived a life worse than death these days.

He was constantly grateful that he did not choose to do basic research after listening to the advice of Director Pan.

I am used to clinical work. Once I get away, I listen to physical models and various formulas every day, and his head is a few rounds wide.

Fortunately, the work I participated in was completed, and I sent away Dr. Mehal, Dr. Olson and his huge team, and this matter came to an end.

After only one prostate interventional embolization surgery for seven consecutive days, Zheng Ren felt that his fingers were almost rusted.

Even when dreaming at night, I dream of the sound of the emergency department leveling car.

Zheng Ren felt relieved as he watched the plane take off and fly away with Dr. Mehal, Dr. Olsen and his huge team.

Shi Huairu had long disappeared and had never come to see Dr. Mehal.

Zheng Ren estimated that this guy didn't know which research institute he was thinking about the formula for turbulence.

"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work recently." Director Kong knew what this guy was thinking when he saw Zheng Ren's expression and said with a smile.

Zheng Ren nodded, then smiled and said, "Director Kong, we can finally go back for the operation."

"I really don't have to take a few days off?" Director Kong asked with a smile.

The person in front of me, the attributes of the surgical dog are simply too obvious.

As soon as the Swedish doctorate and research team were sent away, the back foot was so anxious that he wanted to go back for surgery. Why did he get it?

However, seeing his intriguing appearance, Director Kong didn't want to persuade him in depth.

"I feel like I haven't had the surgery for a year, and I can't wait." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"In the past few days, President Yuan has suppressed everything. Tomorrow morning, you will leave time for Mr. Li to do all his cts." Director Kong said.

"Her old man Li agreed?"

"Well, Boss Zheng, is it possible to find out the location of the tumor?" Director Kong asked.
Chapter completed!