"Don't go into the stock market, it's too dark. New stocks will be cashed out as soon as they are lifted. Why do you go in?" Zheng Ren said.

"It's been adjusted for 4 years, and it's almost done. All the old stock investors are dead. Those who are like monkey spirits and monkey spirits will also die in the rebounds again and again." Su Yun smiled and said, "Boss, do you have the courage to fight for a big shot?"

"It doesn't matter if you lose everything, don't touch the public funds in your account." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.

"Hahaha, you really take it seriously." Su Yun smiled and said, "In a few months, there will be a wave of declines. Many stocks with weekly bottom divergences can start long-term fixed investments. So many new stocks are all about ten times."

"As you said, it will take at least three to five years. If you win the Nobel Prize, do you still need to trade stocks?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun.

"Tsk tsk." Su Yun slashed his mouth. Thinking about Zheng Ren's words, it made sense, "I really want to sell my house in the imperial capital and make long-term fixed investments in a few months."

"Hmm? Do you still have a house in the imperial capital?"

"This is not what the landlord doesn't do. I guess even Xiao Yiren will not agree if I say it." Su Yun expressed his regret.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Chang Yue expressed his dissatisfaction, "I'm missing a live broadcast patient, no problem."

"Comrade Chang Yue, don't worry?" Su Yun said with a smile: "Sit down and sit down, don't be impatient, and listen to the young student for you one by one."

"If you have farts, just let it go." Chang Yue was in a bad mood and cursed with swear words.

"It's strange if you can get married," Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair floating on his forehead. "I tell you, comrade, live surgery is just a means to attract intervening doctors across the country and even the world. You take the means too seriously, and there is no need."

Chang Yue had long thought of this layer.

"Depending on the situation, I guess five surgeries will be able to run the flying knife soon after they have performed surgery. By then, doctors across the country work for their bosses, and our side will not be that important." Su Yun said.

"Yeah." Chang Yue nodded and rarely agreed with Su Yun's statement.

"It's okay, don't worry." Zheng Ren said: "The tips surgery will be arranged the day after tomorrow. I will go to PAS for Taiwan surgery tomorrow."

"Hmm? What surgery?" Su Yun asked strangely.

"Porcelained gallbladder."

"I'll go, boss, you can even make porcelain gallbladders now?" Su Yun pretended to be surprised.

Actually, I was really surprised.

If this disease is broken, it is almost possible for a doctor to do it if it is broken and removes the porcelain gallbladder bit by bit.

But Su Yun knew that once Zheng Ren came to power, he would need to peel off the gallbladder completely.

The reason why it is called porcelain gallbladder is that it breaks as soon as it touches, and there is almost no possibility of complete peeling.

Zheng Ren thought for a while, sighed, and said, "Who knows, let's try it tomorrow."

After hearing what Zheng Ren said, Su Yun felt relieved.

After all, there is no monster too thoroughly, and I don’t have to bear such great pressure.

"Boss, I have someone I know, and I've come here." Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren looked at the professor strangely.

Before the domestic people arrived, why did people from abroad come? Is the reaction so fast? Zheng Ren used to predict that it would take at least one week later, as the live broadcast of the surgery continued to ferment, and people would come to 912 to "go to the trap" one after another.

But now it's here?

Professor Rudolf Wagner looked at Zheng Ren's expression and had a bad association. He explained with some crampage: "Boss, what's that thing? He is a friend of mine, just want to..."

"It's okay, Fuguier, go and pick up people." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Do you want to learn tips surgery? No problem, just sign the agreement."

The top people in China are shameless, and those who can come here at the first time in the world will be shameless. Zheng Ren doesn't believe this.

"Yes!" Professor Rudolf Wagner said happily: "I've already arrived downstairs, I'll pick him up."

After saying that, the professor took Oliver little and ran away quickly.

"International friends are more active, and domestic professors are probably still reserved." Su Yun analyzed incisively.

"No matter who he is." Zheng Ren said: "It's fine as long as someone comes, but at the beginning, it may be a little difficult. Do you think they are positive? I don't think so."

"Boss, the dynamic on Xinglin Garden is a senior membership for domestic doctors who cost 20 yuan a month. Foreign doctors register and watch a live operation for $100."

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless, "Is it so dark?"

"I think there is something wrong with your consciousness." Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said, "You can't be aware of it in your heart?"

"You are free, and it's good to earn some money to pay for it. But don't delay the number of surgery. We only had a fraction of the 3,000 surgeries." Zheng Ren warned Su Yun.

"I know!" Su Yun raised his hand and waved it for a moment. It was exaggerated and handsome.

Soon, a depressed and hearty laughter came in, and a series of foreign language conversations, Zheng Ren said he couldn't understand.

But besides Professor Rudolph Wagner's voice, another man's voice sounded a bit weird, like an asthma patient, hula hula hula.

As a cardiothoracic surgeon, Su Yun was particularly sensitive to this kind of breathing and his ears stood up.

Zheng Ren didn't sit down and just stood there waiting for the guests to come in, saving him from having to stand up for a while.

As for the mode of sitting by himself, letting internationally renowned professors stand in front of him and starting a conversation, Su Yun might choose, but Zheng Ren's option is not available at all.

Soon, Professor Rudolph Wagner walked in with a few foreigners.

"Boss, this is Professor Granit Zaka of the Ginillier Hospital in Switzerland."

Zheng Ren nodded and stretched out his hand with a smile.

Then, Professor Rudolf Wagner introduced Zheng Ren to Granit.

Professor Granit was a little unyielding and puzzled, and like the patient, he was full of doubts about Zheng Ren's age.

Shaking hands, not particularly enthusiastic, he looked at Zheng Ren and then looked at Professor Rudolph Wagner from the corner of his eyes.

Zheng Ren smiled and knew that this person was questioning his identity. If it weren't for Professor Rudolph Wagner, he wouldn't have believed it at all.

The professor was about to explain, but Zheng Ren suddenly asked, "Fuguier, do you, your friend, have respiratory diseases?"

"He has asthma, starting in his thirties, and it's like this in winter. Because the temperature in Switzerland is relatively low, he can only work in other chain branches of the Guinilleur Hospital in Switzerland. He is usually in Germany, so it's not that the temperature here is relatively low, so he gets sick when getting off the plane." The professor explained.
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