After dinner, they all dispersed.

When she got home, Su Yun felt that she hadn't drunk enough, so she pulled Chang Yue and started drinking peanut beans again.

Zheng Renze sat on the sofa and videoed with Director Lao Pan.

Director Pan's complexion was obviously much better than before. His disease was discovered earlier, otherwise even the strongest man would have to be "eat" like a skeleton by bacteria.

Because of the timely treatment, the germs have been controlled now, and it is estimated that they will be completely cured in a while.

"Director, you may have to go to the provincial capital for a Taiwan operation in two days." Zheng Ren said.

"Principal capital? Are you going home to visit the couple?" Director Pan said with a smile.

"Hey, that's right. I'll bring you some Moutai back. It may not be as good as you did before the war. I'll make do with it." Zheng Ren and Director Old Pan talked a lot.

"There are two bottles at home, and you don't even drink!" Director Pan was obviously a little dissatisfied, or regretted more.

After all, in his era, those who can drink are good soldiers. This view has long taken root in Director Pan's heart and will never change in his life.

Zheng Ren also feels a little regretful about this.

"By the way, Director Sun recently came to me and said that there was a tumor patient who wanted to ask you to come back for surgery. But he only found one, because he was afraid that you would not want to come back."

"One?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.

In theory, Haicheng has a population and coverage area. It should not be too simple to find a tumor patient suitable for surgery.

"Didn't this go to the Imperial Capital for medical treatment if you have some money? Now the transportation is convenient. What is often said on TV? Big City Circle! It's only a few hours from our house to the Imperial Capital, unlike in the early years, which took one or two days."

This is the change in the past twenty years, and moistening things silently changes the ecological environment of all walks of life in China.

Medical care is one of them, it has changed a lot and is astonishing.

"It's okay, I just went back to see you, so I did it with my feet." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "You met Director Sun and asked him to show me the film."

"How many days will I stay when I come back this time?" asked Director Pan.

"It's probably only one night at most." Zheng Ren said: "The imperial capital is quite busy."

"How is your Nobel Prize program?"

"The amount of surgery is accumulating, but it's just that if the amount is enough, it's just that. People just find a reason and get stuck, and they don't discuss it with me at all." Zheng Ren was very open about this matter and said it very casually.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, artificial insulin projects were definitely at the Nobel Prize level. But what happened in the end? They were still stuck by strange eyes under tinted glasses.

"I always have to work hard, I can't help with this." Director Pan was a little regretful.

"It's okay, director." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I met several experts and professors who were reviewing in Sweden. The amount of surgery is enough. I will go and talk to them when I have time."

"The relationship that should be left must be left." Director Pan reminded.

"Well, I know. Although that side is not based on relationships, there are too many Nobel Prize winners... just like the kings of Europe, there are close relatives and marriages everywhere, and they are annoyed. Recently, they have reproduced, and there are a bunch of 23-body syndromes."

"It has a lot of significance to the development of tips surgery, you have to pay attention. You are the only one who is covered with iron. How many nails can you twist? Only by spreading the whole world, will more patients benefit."

"I know!" Zheng Ren said with a smile.

When the old man’s nagging, he always pretends to listen carefully, but basically he listens with his left ear and his right ear.

"Director, how about Mr. Wang?"

"It's very good. Many surgeries can be taken. Recently, Director Sun lowered his posture and started to do the surgery with Mr. Wang." Director Pan said proudly.

"Well, this is good. When Mr. Wang leaves, I guess the general surgery level in our hospital can reach a higher level."

"All patients with some money have gone to the Imperial Capital. If you want to change your mind on your home, you need to face the following county and township patients." Director Pan looked at the problem deeply and directly grasped the key points.

"Don't be too tired. Just go and have a look every day. Don't do the surgery. Let me tell you that your disease needs to be rested. Don't be stubborn. It's not easy to deal with if the trouble is serious."

Director Pan shook his hand impatiently and signaled that he knew.

The two of them chatted for a while, and Su Yun called out in the room, and then Zheng Ren took the tablet in and stood it on the table.

Seeing the iron-covered Moutai, Zheng Ren felt that Director Pan was much more energetic.

He can't drink alcohol recently, probably because he's greedy.

When Su Yun was drinking, he didn't talk so much. He began to tell Director Pan about the incident that the European visitors were almost smoked to death by Xie Yiren's garlic fish two days ago.

The strange cases of patients after sex change surgery in the castle made Director Pan stunned.

Did the bird under his wings so quickly? Director Pan just sighed a little, but then turned his attention to the iron-covered Moutai.

"Director, you can't drink alcohol yet. Let's talk about it when you get sick." Zheng Ren said firmly: "Wine... Su Yun, how much more is there?"

"How much do you want to care about Songying?" Su Yun said indifferently.

Although the iron-covered Moutai is a rare product that can drink one bottle less than one bottle, I guess Songying will be able to find it.

"Oh, I'll bring you two boxes of wine back, but I have to hand it over to my teacher's wife, so I can't keep it in your hands." Zheng Ren said.

Director Pan is a little regretful, but more excited.

If you have illness, there will always be a good day. But if you keep this thing for a few months, you will be better off.

Two boxes of iron-covered Moutai... For Director Pan, this is as happy as the New Year.

It was getting late, and seeing that Director Pan was a little sleepy, Zheng Ren ended the video.

He thought for a while and said, "Can there be any side of Songying? Don't tell the director, and I'll put pigeons there at that time."

"You underestimate Song Ying too much." Su Yun smiled and drank the wine in the glass. "He is very energy, just ask him for it. But if you call him, he will be very happy."

"Okay, then I'll call and ask."

Zheng Ren picked up his cell phone and found Song Ying's phone. After a moment of hesitation, he asked: "Will you go to bed after ten o'clock?"

"Do you think the imperial capital is the same as Haicheng?" Su Yun said contemptuously: "Brother, it's nightlife! At this time, Song Ying was having fun!"

Chang Yue frowned, finished drinking his wine, picked up the bottle and poured it into Su Yun.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "This is Chang Yue's attempt to perform a major punishment technique." But he didn't drink much today, so Su Yun was not afraid. This little wine is just rinsing his mouth for Su Yun."

I wanted to drink too much from him, but the time was not allowed. Zheng Ren's work and rest were very regular, so he rushed to go to bed at the right time.

Just as I was about to call, a WeChat message came in.
Chapter completed!