Chapter 579 Midnight Phone Call

When Zheng Ren went upstairs, Xie Yiren had already closed the bedroom door, told him to sleep in another room, and then there was no more sound.

After washing up and lying down, Zheng Ren was lying on the bed.

Although there is a little regret in my heart, but more joy.

Thinking of tonight's scenes, Zheng Ren's eyes gradually closed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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Dean Qi of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University walks for an hour every day after dinner, goes home to write calligraphy, and then watches TV before going to bed early.

People in their fifties should take care of their bodies. After reaching a certain age, living longer is the last word, and money and things are not so important.

It's the same today, Dean Qi went to bed after nine o'clock.

At eleven fifteen, the phone rang.

In a quiet room, so harsh!

In order to avoid being disturbed, he only set a few calls to come in at night. Dean Qi suddenly sat up, his first thought was that there was a major social mass casualty incident!

It seems to be back to the time when I was still working in the clinic twenty or thirty years ago. The body secretes a lot of dopamine and adrenaline, and the whole person wakes up instantly.

Picking up the phone, at this time Dean Qi's lover said something dissatisfied, turned around and fell asleep again.

He glanced at his phone, and it was strange that it turned out to be a classmate working in the United States who only contacted him once or twice a year.

Strange, what is he doing on the phone? Are you going back home soon?

Due to the time difference, most of the contacts among these students were through messages on chat software. After all, I'm getting older, and I still understand the principle of not doing to others what you don't want to be done to others.

Call yourself at this time, there must be something big.

But after all, it was an overseas call from the United States. Dean Qi thought that nothing would happen, so he answered the phone and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

When you relax, the levels of dopamine and adrenaline decrease, and the muscles of the whole body feel a little uncomfortable.

"Old Wu, what's the matter?" Dean Qi's tone was a little impatient, and he always wanted to express his displeasure.

"Old Qi, have you read the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine?" The other side didn't seem to hear the displeasure in Dean Qi's tone, and said excitedly.

"There is no first-hand information in China."

"On the website!" That side said: "A new paper on TIPS surgery, the first author is Chinese, and the second author is Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University."

"Oh, although The New England Journal of Medicine is very strict, it's not a big deal to publish one or two papers. Last year, our hospital published two papers..."

"No, no, Lao Qi, you misunderstood my meaning." Lao Wu said quickly: "You are not engaged in the direction of intervention, you do not know the value and significance of this paper.

According to the paper, the use of liver MRI diffusion positioning can make the puncture easier. Lao Qi, you know what, this is subversive! "

Dean Qi was silent and narrowed his eyes.

He was guessing what his classmate meant by calling.

"I just asked the people at the Heidelberg University Medical Center. It is said that Professor Rudolf Wagner has already arrived in China. I asked someone again, and Professor Rudolf's assistant also went later. The coordinates are with you!"

"Huh?" Dean Qi frowned, "I'm here?"

"It's Dibei Province, so I don't know the details. However, the only people in Dibei Province who can publish articles in The New England Journal of Medicine are doctors from your hospital." Old Wu said, "Forget that I owe you a favor. Hurry up and ask, is this true or not? When I read the paper, why do I feel so unbelievable."

"..." Dean Qi was reflecting on his control over the hospital. How could he not know about such a big matter?

"Old Qi, let me tell you, if there is no Professor Rudolph, I will definitely think it is academic fraud. But the famous Professor Rudolph is only the second author, I really don't understand it. You hurry up and implement it, I'm here waiting for your news."

Dean Qi was also very curious, and hung up the phone after agreeing.

He frowned and pondered, Intervention Section, among those people under his command, who on earth could make such a big deal happen.

No, even if a German professor came to China through a personal relationship, it is reasonable for him not to know. However, for scientific research declarations, the academy will allocate funds. And the provincial scientific research fund, I am also one of the judges, and I will not bypass myself.

There's something weird about this.

Dean Qi picked up the phone, and just dialed the number of Director of Intervention Kejin, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Immediately, he ruthlessly hung up Director Jin's phone, and made another call.

"Director Lin, you told me a few days ago that there is... a young doctor there who is very skilled and helped us solve a medical hidden danger?" Director Qi asked.

Director Lin on that side was obviously a little tired, he was still half asleep and half awake, and he didn't recover for a while, so he froze for a while.

"Director Lin, I'm asking you something!" Dean Qi's voice was a bit stern, and the dense meaning was transmitted to Director Lin's ears in the form of invisible electromagnetic, and instantly condensed into frost, which made Director Lin wake up.

"Dean!" Director Lin shuddered, jumped up, ignored his lover's eyes, and walked to the living room, "It's Dr. Zheng Ren, the chief resident of the emergency ward of Haicheng No. 1 Hospital."

"Intervention?"

"yes!"

"The surgery was done really well?" Dean Qi suddenly felt that he was so boring. A small doctor in Haicheng couldn't have the so-called subversive...

Just as he was thinking, Director Lin's voice came from the phone.

"The TIPS operation was performed very well. Mr. Gao from the interventional department invited him to teach in our hospital." Director Lin said.

Dean Qi was stunned.

Is it true? teaching? Gao Shaojie? What is this guy doing? A Ph.D. from Columbia University leads a team at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University in the provincial capital, and still needs someone to teach?

Countless questions flooded into Dean Qi's mind, but he cleared them up instantly and asked, "Is the level really high?"

"Yes, that's why I suggested keeping him in our hospital." Director Lin smiled wryly.

"Have you discussed this matter with Dr. Zheng?" Dean Qi asked: "If not, hurry up and talk about it. I have approved the matter of the house."

An intuition told Dean Qi that the person Lao Wu mentioned should be the person Director Lin mentioned to him.

That being the case, what can I do if I have a house?

This year's funding...is a bit tight, but it's not bad. Besides, it takes a long time to go through the formalities, which is enough to verify the truth of the matter. If it's fake, just kick it away.

If it's true, hehe.

"Dean Qi..." Director Lin's voice was hoarse.

"Um?"

"I already said that."

"When will people come?"

"Boss Zheng didn't agree to come here. When I went, the director of the interventional department of the 912 Hospital in the Imperial City also went, and he was poached to the Imperial City."

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