Chapter 939 What's the Situation?

For an instant, Feng Xuhui felt countless gazes, as if they were going to cut him into pieces.

Zheng Ren ignored everyone, pushed Feng Xuhui onto the chair, turned around and entered the room to attend the early shift.

Sitting on pins and needles, this is how Feng Xuhui feels.

The red folding chair seemed to have nails in the poor-quality sponge. I sat on it, and my left leg suffered from an old injury, and it was aching.

Under normal circumstances, others are sitting and Feng Xuhui is standing.

But now he is sitting and others are standing... This huge gap...Feng Xuhui didn't feel honored and full of compulsion, but felt uneasy inside, and his emotions almost collapsed.

What is this? Will it offend many directors and have a bad influence on the company?

Countless thoughts made Feng Xuhui's heart flutter with anxiety, and he even felt that Xiaolu was so dead.

"Manager Feng, are you responsible for Changfeng's consumables in the imperial capital?" Just as Feng Xuhui was feeling anxious, Zhou Chunyong came over and asked.

He seemed to be not dissatisfied with Feng Xuhui's sitting and standing, and he didn't pay attention at all, so he asked with a smile.

"That..." Feng Xuhui hurriedly wanted to stand up.

"Sit down." Knowing that Feng Xuhui's legs and feet are bad, Zhou Chunyong pressed him on the chair with a serious face, and said, "Your injury is not healed yet, so sit and talk, sit and talk."

Feng Xuhui was so uneasy, he said shyly, "I haven't run away yet."

"I have prepared a few patients, and I asked Boss Zheng to throw the knife. Boss Zheng is used to using Changfeng's consumables, and I will bring up the order when I get back. Find someone to go to the hospital as soon as possible, and don't let Boss Zheng use it. It's easy." Zhou Chunyong said with a smile, as if he was chatting with an old friend for many years, and he didn't see the aura of the chief executive of the imperial capital at all.

Feng Xuhui was about to stand up again. When it came to business, if he sat still, he would be in trouble.

"Sit down." Zhou Chunyong pretended to be serious and said: "I told you that your injury is still not healed, so what are you messing around with? You are so young, and you pay attention to your health when you run the business. Say hello to your salesman, I'll ask the deputy director to file the bill right now."

"Hurry up, Boss Zheng is going to have surgery these few days, and try to use it right away." Zhou Chunyong pressed him with a kind attitude, and Feng Xuhui was completely dumbfounded.

The salesman under him... I am the bottom of the salesman, okay?

What happened? In the past, the company spent a lot of money, but Director Zhou of the Imperial Hepatobiliary Hospital didn't care about it at all.

It doesn't matter if people have manufacturers and consumables they are familiar with, and they can teach a class. But if the bill of lading for consumables enters the hospital, there is no need to talk about it!

And now...he even took the initiative to propose it.

The imperial capital, the gallbladder, used to be a place where several international manufacturers fought fiercely. Changfeng had done a lot of work and couldn't get in at all.

Director Zhou...is this agreed?

Feng Xuhui looked around, feeling even more bewildered.

A bunch of professors from imperial capitals and domestic countries are standing in the corridor, plus two foreigners. Is this a street parade?

"Manager Feng, add a WeChat message. I'll give you the number of the deputy director. You have to hurry up today. If you can't get in today, Boss Zheng's operation will not go well tomorrow. I can't afford it." Director Zhou added WeChat with Feng Xuhui while typing haha.

After adding WeChat, he went to make a phone call to contact the specific business.

Feng Xuhui was also very helpless. Is this the rhythm of being forced to bring consumables into the hospital?

Always nod and bow, treat guests and give gifts, consumables can be sent to the hospital. If one can’t be taken care of, maybe even half a year without a single needle or guide wire, they will be withdrawn again.

Feng Xuhui never even dreamed of the fact that the chief clinical director was begging for consumables.

It was just too weird.

Feng Xuhui glanced at the people around him, took out his mobile phone, found Ma Quan's number, and dialed it.

"Mr. Ma, I'm Xiao Feng."

"I was at 912, and I happened to meet Director Zhou from the imperial capital. He said that the consumables would be picked up today."

"Yes, yes, very urgent. Mr. Zheng is going to have an operation in the next few days, and Mr. Zheng must use it."

"Well, okay, Director Zhou gave me a call and asked us to send someone to get in touch and finish the matter today."

"Okay, then I'll hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xuhui copied and pasted the phone number and name sent to him by Zhou Chunyong to Ma Quan.

After doing all this, Feng Xuhui found that his hands were trembling slightly.

Really worthless, Feng Xuhui took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions.

At this moment, the door of the office opened, Director Kong took the lead, and a group of people came out.

"Boss Zheng, go to the surgery. I'll go up here after the ward inspection." Director Kong and Zheng Ren behind him said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren answered without being polite.

The ward rounds of each group were neat. Zheng Ren greeted Feng Xuhui to go to the surgery. The patient was picked up by Little Oliver, so Zheng Ren didn't need to worry about it.

A group of people followed behind Zheng Ren. The line was very long, which made Feng Xuhui panic when he saw it.

"President Zheng, this is..." Feng Xuhui whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

"I came to learn TIPS surgery." Zheng Ren replied.

"study?"

"Hey, how do you talk." Su Yun said contemptuously: "The boss's original surgical method is not to learn something. Manager Feng, you have to change your concept. Comrade, you are no longer used to the pace of work."

What Su Yun said was true, but Feng Xuhui really couldn't accept it for a while.

Walking ahead by himself, followed by a bunch of directors? It's too fantastical, it's not scientific.

"Brother Yun, what are those two foreigners doing?" Feng Xuhui asked in a low voice.

"It's from the Leiden Medical University Hospital in the Netherlands. I don't understand Dutch, and I haven't communicated with them before." Su Yun put his arm around Feng Xuhui's shoulders and asked affectionately: "Drink something at night, last time in Haicheng, I just saw that you were busy, but I didn't see you drinking. What do you like to eat, just say whatever you want."

"Ah?" Feng Xuhui knew that what Su Yun was talking about was that his boss found two professional bartenders and was finally put down. Thinking of Su Yun's fierce aura of blowing on the bottle no matter what kind of wine, he immediately hesitated.

"What are you afraid of, we can drink as much as we can, no one will fight your wine." Su Yun said: "When you come back, it's time to ask the boss for a bloody treat."

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

"If you pay, don't blame me for not knowing you in the future." Su Yun and Feng Xuhui slapped and walked, and said: "Don't look at the boss who rarely contacts you, that's a coward, and he just doesn't want to think about the previous one. Come on with those things. In the future, you can follow the boss to expand the territory with peace of mind, and ask you Ma Quan for performance."

Su Yun's words warmed Feng Xuhui's heart.

"I told Fu Gui'er that the boss of your family has personally opened the light, which can increase the success rate of TIPS surgery. I think Fu Gui'er quite believes it. I don't know if other people are so easy to deceive. If you believe it, It is estimated that there will be more consumption outside, so you should inform Ma Quan first, and don’t be in a hurry to supply the goods.”

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