Chapter 1368 Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom

Zhao Wenhua took a few days off, put aside all his troubles, and returned to work.

In the past few days, he went out to travel alone, listening to the echoes of the distant mountains and valleys, and seemed to realize the true meaning of life in the morning bell and the twilight drum.

The whole person fell silent.

What about life, that's it, it seems that a simple life is enough.

Although in the beginning every time I was quiet, that simple and honest face would appear in my mind. But Zhao Wenhua tried his best to restrain himself and stopped thinking about him.

After a few days of correction, he repaired the wound in his heart, and came to work happily in the morning after sending his daughter on the plane.

Don't worry about that hospital bed, just work honestly, what else can Director Kong do to himself?

Really kick yourself away? That's impossible! Zhao Wenhua still has this confidence.

Early in the morning, he came to the ward and saw that his ward was empty and there were no patients living in other people, and he felt a little comforted. After all, there are only a few days, and no one should ask him to borrow a bed.

Subconsciously, he went to Zheng Ren's ward next to him to take a look, but it was also empty.

Zhao Wenhua was a little puzzled.

When the spring breeze is complacent, I am afraid that there will be countless patients queuing up for Zheng Ren's surgery.

How come there are no patients?

Is it medical malpractice?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he immediately smothered it. I know how well Boss Zheng performed the operation.

Choosing not to confront him head-on, in fact, he has completely given up the idea of ​​confrontation in his heart.

It is not ashamed to admit that you are cowardly because of insufficient technical level.

With Boss Zheng's technology, there shouldn't be a big problem, Zhao Wenhua immediately thought.

Could it be that Dong Tumor directly poached people away? !

This is possible!

Zhao Wenhua felt a little happy, but also a little sour. However, he deliberately controlled his emotional changes so as not to let the flame of jealousy completely burn himself to ashes.

When he came to the office, Zhao Wenhua saw Liu Zewei's bald head.

Some are bright, like walnuts that have been cooked for ten years, and they have already been cooked.

This is a professor from the Affiliated Hospital of Dibei Medical University. He came to Boss Zheng to study TIPS surgery. Zhao Wenhua knew it.

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

What happened when you were not at home? Zhao Wenhua became curious.

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

There is still half an hour before the early shift, the office is empty, the night shift doctor is still washing and eating breakfast in the duty room, only the two of them are there.

Zhao Wenhua obviously had nothing to talk to, and Liu Zewei knew that he and Boss Zheng didn't deal with him.

But as a doctor who is studying, he can't rush to the front and confront Zhao Wenhua head-on.

Boss Zheng didn't speak, so he just squinted quietly.

"Not busy, I have nothing to do these two days." Liu Zewei said half-truth, a little distressed.

Zhao Wenhua pretended to be okay, wandered around, and said with a smile, "Boss Zheng has a lot of work, are you still used to it?"

"Boss Zheng has not been here for the past 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? Flying knife gone?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

"Flying knife...I went too, but only for two days. After returning, he went to the special needs ward. Just yesterday, Dr. Mehar had prostate surgery..."

Zhao Wenhua felt a little disdain in his heart.

This is just rushing to flatter the world's top professors, doesn't it make any difference?

"It's not that Dr. Olsen of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences rushed over and grabbed Boss Zheng to make a physical model. President Yuan personally ordered that Boss Zheng was not allowed to accept patients recently."

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

"Alas." Liu Zewei sighed, not following Zhao Wenhua's words, 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 say a few common-sense questions about medical physics a while ago, but I didn't understand it."

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

He did not continue to ask, Boss Zheng's sky is obviously not within his reach. When people deal with themselves, it is a dimensionality reduction blow.

It's too late to look back now, as long as I want to understand, it's never too late.

Just a doctor, what connection will it have with the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? He's not going to win the Nobel Prize in Physics.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua sneered. You can't even get the Nobel Prize in Medicine, let alone the Physics Prize.

I think more.

Start today and be a happy person.

From today onwards, go out of the outpatient clinic, accept patients, and treat illnesses, operations, and flying knives in peace and quiet.

From today, facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

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Zheng Ren's life is worse than death these days.

He was constantly fortunate that at the beginning, he listened to Director Pan's advice and did not choose to engage in basic research.

Accustomed to clinical work, once he leaves, he listens to physical models and various formulas every day, and his head grows a few times bigger.

Fortunately, the work I was involved in has been completed, and Dr. Mayhal and Dr. Olson and the huge team were sent away, and this matter came to an end.

For 7 consecutive days, only one operation of Dr. Mayhal's prostate interventional embolization was performed, and Zheng Ren felt that his fingers were almost rusted.

Even when I dream at night, I dream of the sound of a flat car in the emergency department.

Watching the special plane take off and fly away with Dr. Mayhal, Dr. Olsen and the huge team, Zheng Ren felt relieved.

Shi Huairu had disappeared long ago, and he never came to see Dr. Mayhal.

Zheng Ren estimates that this guy doesn't know that he is squatting in that research institute and is pondering the formula of turbulence.

"Boss Zheng, you've been working hard recently." Director Kong said with a smile when he saw Zheng Ren's expression, he knew what this guy was thinking.

Zheng Ren nodded, then smiled and said, "Director Kong, I can finally go back for surgery."

"You really don't need to rest for a few days?" Director Kong asked with a smile.

In front of him, the properties of the surgical dog are not too obvious.

Just after sending away the Swedish doctor and research team on the front foot, the back foot hurriedly wanted to go back for surgery. Why did he come here?

But seeing how excited he was, Director Kong didn't want to persuade him further.

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

"In the past few days, Dean Yuan has suppressed everything. In the morning tomorrow, you can set aside time for Mr. Li to have a full-body CT scan." Director Kong said.

"Elder Li agrees?"

"En. Boss Zheng, is it possible to find the location of the tumor?" Director Kong asked.

"Not much." Zheng Ren sighed.