Chapter 1309 Hello Boss Zheng

A few minutes later, Director Kong came to work slowly.

In the distance, he saw Zhou Chunyong. The waist is slightly bent, at a 5° angle, with a very cautious posture.

Director Kong was stunned for a moment. There was no one in front of Zhou Chunyong. What is this for?

Are your eyes dazzled and you can't see anyone?

He rubbed his eyes hard, but still didn't see anyone in front of Zhou Chunyong.

It's so fucking weird, Zhou Chunyong this morning, did he deceive the corpse, or did he provoke the ghost by jumping on the grave?

Director Kong walked over in surprise. Zhou Chunyong glanced at Director Kong and greeted with a smile: "Director Kong, I haven't seen you for a while."

"Director Zhou, you are..."

"Wait for Boss Zheng." Zhou Chunyong smiled warmly, as if he didn't remember Director Kong's support and it was such a difficult thing for him.

Director Kong had a smile on his face, but sighed inwardly.

Looking at others, it's no wonder that Zhu Laowu was overwhelmed. The imperial capital dared to rush to find Boss Zheng from so far away.

Not to mention the level of others, just a nose that is easier to use than a dog, pulls his face down, kneels and licks, he can't do it himself.

"Director Zhou, please come inside. How can you be polite when you stand outside." Director Kong said politely.

"No, no." Zhou Chunyong quickly refused, "Boss Zheng looks at the patient, and he will come out after the shift is late. When the patient on my side is ready, wait for Boss Zheng to arrive, so I won't bother."

"Then another day." Director Kong was not too polite, smiled and nodded with Zhou Chunyong, and walked in with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Director Kong's back, Zhou Chunyong was very emotional. His own bad luck, so that Sri Lanka.

If I didn't go abroad to hold a meeting for the scientific research that time, come and take a look, maybe Boss Zheng has been dug into the imperial capital.

With Boss Zheng's ability and his own domineering style, Zhu Liangchen's servant is now throwing away his helmet and armor, and he can't do it any longer.

But it's all in the past, and it doesn't make sense to think too much about it.

Zhou Chunyong still maintained a respectful attitude. Cheng Men stood at the entrance of the intervention department as usual, ignoring the gazes of the passers-by around him.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren and Su Yun came out.

Seeing his gesture, Zheng Ren smiled wryly, took a few steps forward and said with a smile, "Director Zhou, it's been a long wait."

"Are the patients stable?" Zhou Chunyong asked with a smile.

"Well, it's nothing. The recent batch of patients have been discharged from the hospital and will be temporarily rested for two days." Zheng Ren said while going downstairs with Zhou Chunyong.

"Two days off?"

"Go to Horqin's side for two operations." Zheng Ren replied casually.

"It's so far, so tired." Zhou Chunyong didn't understand.

Run the flying knife, the bigger the city, the better. However, second-tier provincial capital cities generally do not invite ordinary professors from the imperial capital to fly knives, and they are also well-known nationally.

Third-tier cities are Feidao's best targets.

People can invite professors from the provincial capital to perform surgery, and they can also invite top professors from the imperial capital and the magic capital to perform surgery. The key is that better third-tier cities have high per capita income, and they can make a lot of money when they go there.

The patient and the patient's family have saved the trouble of traveling and traveling, and the problem can be solved with only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. The professor goes once, and does two or three operations less frequently. More than ten sets of eight sets are made in two days, and the cash is carried in large pockets.

Everyone benefits and is happy.

But Horqin, what the hell is that place? It seems to be a national poverty-stricken county.

As soon as he heard this name, Zhou Chunyong's mind came to the scene of seeing cattle and sheep in low winds.

Is the per capita income high?

It is said that the family is rich, and those with hair are not counted.

The herdsmen are rich and rich, and they are all livestock such as cattle and sheep. Catch up with a good year, and you can really make a lot of money. But if you catch up with natural disasters and plagues, you will lose everything.

There must be thirty or fifty patients prepared on that side, and Boss Zheng will open it up for two days of surgery.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chunyong felt a little envious.

"Boss Zheng, there are a lot of patients there. How about I follow the past to learn?" Zhou Chunyong asked tentatively.

"Director Zhou, look at where you want to go." Su Yun said on the side, "Two is not an imaginary number, just two patients. That side is not a high-incidence area of ​​hepatitis B, and there are not many patients."

Zhou Chunyong was stunned for a while.

It takes two or three days to go back and forth, just for two patients?

After draining the bones, it is only 20,000 yuan, which is not enough to toss. It's like giving a lecture in the imperial capital. In the morning, Boss Zheng received tens of millions without showing up.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chunyong felt a little confused after his heart was hot.

"Director Zhou, if you sing a high-profile word, the boss is here to heal and save people." Seeing Zhou Chunyong's expression, Su Yun said with a smile, "He's sick in his head, don't pay attention to him."

"..." These days, few people say that curing diseases can save people.

Even if I have an ideal in my heart... how shameful it is to say this.

But when Su Yun said so, Zhou Chunyong found that he believed it.

He glanced at Zheng Ren and said with a wry smile, "Boss Zheng really deserves to be a good hand and benevolent."

"It's a brain disease."

"If you have the ability, don't go." Zheng Ren said directly without looking at Su Yun.

"Impossible!" Su Yun said: "In case you get lost, let me get the Nobel Prize?"

While talking, he got into Zhou Chunyong's car.

If it weren't for Inner Mongolia, Zhou Chunyong thought to himself. What I lack now is to see surgery and perform surgery. If there is anything you don't understand, ask Boss Zheng directly.

Although Boss Zheng is young, he does not hide his secrets. What is there to say, otherwise there will be no teaching class.

It's a pity that there are too few patients and the road is too long, so it is inappropriate to make a toss. Zhou Chunyong was entangled in his heart, and he drove slowly to the imperial capital on the morning rush hour of the imperial capital.

After getting out of the car and coming to the Intervention Section, Zhou Chunyong respectfully let Zheng Ren in.

The door to the Interventional Section is closed.

It may be the period of early rounds, and family members of patients are not allowed to enter. Zheng Ren thought about it when he saw the closed iron gate.

In many hospitals, visiting hours are limited. During the morning rounds, there are too many family members of patients in the room, and there is no place for doctors to stand, which is not serious.

But like the interventional department of 912, there is no such rule. Director Kong basically raises professors in various groups.

Is Director Zhou still quite dignified? Zheng Ren smiled.

In the corridor outside the ward, the patient's family members were talking about each other in a mess. When seeing Zhou Chunyong, the noise of the family members gradually faded like a low tide.

Zhou Chunyong is very satisfied, and the family members of this wave of patients are still very sensible.

In the silence and countless eyes, Zheng Ren walked to the door of the ward. It's weird that so many people see themselves.

Zhou Chunyong opened the door of the ward with his fingerprints.

There was no sound from the heavy iron door, and a crack was smoothly pulled open.

Inside, two rows of people in white clothes didn't see their heads at a glance.

"Hello, Boss Zheng."

As if he had been rehearsing, the sound of Qi brushing startled Zheng Ren.