Chapter 1310

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

Far away, he saw Zhou Chunyong. The waist is slightly bent at an angle of 5 °, with a cautious posture.

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

Are you blind and don't see anyone?

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

It's really fucking strange. Did Zhou Chunyong cheat the corpse or offend the ghost by jumping on the grave this morning?

Director Kong was a little surprised and walked over. Zhou Chunyong glanced at director Kong, smiled and said, "director Kong, I haven't seen you for a few days."

"Director Zhou, are you..."

"Wait for boss Zheng." Zhou Chunyong smiled warmly, as if he didn't remember that it was director Kong's support that made him so difficult.

Director Kong smiled, but sighed in his heart.

Look at others. No wonder Zhu Laowu is out of breath. The emperor was so brave that he rushed to find boss Zheng from so far away.

Not to mention the level of others, I can't even use my nose better than a dog, pull down my face and kneel and lick.

"Director Zhou, please come in and stand outside." Director Kong said politely.

"No, No." Zhou Chunyong quickly refused, "boss Zheng looks at the patient, and he will come out again after handing in the shift. When my patient is ready, I won't disturb him until boss Zheng arrives."

"Then another day." Director Kong was also very polite. He smiled and nodded with Zhou Chunyong, and went in with his back hands.

Looking at director Kong's back, Zhou Chunyong was very moved. He was so unlucky that he lost his temper.

If the scientific research didn't go abroad for a meeting, come and take a look at it. It's uncertain that boss Zheng was dug into the heart of the imperial capital.

With boss Zheng's ability and his domineering style, Zhu Liangchen has lost his armor and can't do it for a long time.

But it's all a thing of the past. It's meaningless to think too much.

Zhou Chunyong still maintained a respectful attitude. Cheng menlixue generally stood at the door of the intervention department, ignoring the eyes of passers-by.

More than ten minutes later, Zheng Ren and Su Yun came out.

Seeing his posture, Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, hurried forward a few steps and said with a smile: "director Zhou, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Patients are stable?" Zhou Chunyong asked with a smile.

"Well, nothing's wrong. These patients have been discharged recently and have a temporary rest for two days." Zheng Ren said as they went downstairs with Zhou Chunyong.

"Two days off?"

"I'm going to Horqin for two operations." Zheng Ren replied casually.

"So far, too tired." Zhou Chunyong didn't understand.

The bigger the city, the better. However, the second tier provincial capital cities generally do not invite ordinary professors from the imperial capital to fly knives. They are also famous in the country.

Third tier cities are the best targets for throwing knives.

People can invite professors from the provincial capital to have an operation, and they can also invite top professors from imperial capital and magic capital to have an operation. The key is that a better third tier city has a high per capita income and makes a lot of money.

The patient and his family members saved a lot of trouble and could solve the problem for only 10000 or 20000 yuan. The professor goes once and does two or three operations less. The extra ones are made of ten or eight in two days, and the cash is packed in large bags.

Everyone is good and happy.

But Horqin, what the hell is that? It seems that it is still a national poverty-stricken county.

As soon as he heard the name, Zhou Chunyong came up with the scene of seeing cattle and sheep in the wind and grass.

Is the per capita income high?

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

Herdsmen are rich, they are all cattle, sheep and other livestock. In good times, you can really make a lot of money. But if we catch up with natural disasters and plagues, we will lose everything.

There must be thirty or fifty patients on that side. Boss Zheng is going to open up for two days of surgery.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chunyong was a little envious.

"Boss Zheng, there are a lot of patients on that side. Otherwise, I'll learn from the past?" Zhou Chunyong asked tentatively.

"Director Zhou, where do you want to go?" Su Yun said on the side, "the two is not imaginary number, it is two patients. That is not the high incidence area of hepatitis B, no matter how many patients."

Zhou Chunyong was stunned.

Two or three days back and forth, just for two patients?

If you squeeze the bone dry, it's only 20000 yuan. It's not enough to toss. It's like lecturing in the imperial capital. Boss Zheng got tens of millions of hands without showing up all morning.

At the thought of this, Zhou Chunyong was very hot and confused.

"Director Zhou, in a high-profile way, the boss is to cure the sick and save people." Su Yun saw Zhou Chunyong's expression and said with a smile, "he's sick in the brain. Don't pay attention to him."

"..." these days, few people say that they can cure the sick and save people.

Even with ideals in mind... How ashamed It is to say this.

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

He glanced at Zheng Ren and said with a bitter smile, "boss Zheng is really a good hand and kind heart."

"It's a brain disease."

"If you have the ability, you won't go." Zheng Ren didn't look at Su Yun either. He directly met Su Yun.

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

As he spoke, he got on Zhou Chunyong's car.

If it hadn't been for Inner Mongolia, Zhou Chunyong thought to himself. What I lack now is to see and do surgery. If you don't understand anything, ask boss Zheng directly.

Although boss Zheng is young, he doesn't hide. There's really nothing to say, otherwise there would be no teaching class.

Unfortunately, there are too few patients and the road is too far. It's inappropriate to toss around. Zhou Chunyong was tangled in his heart and drove slowly to the liver and gall of the capital on the way to the early peak of the capital.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Chunyong came to the first Department of intervention. Zhou Chunyong respectfully let Zheng Ren in.

The door of the intervention department is closed.

It may be the early ward round period, and the patient's family members are not allowed to enter. Zheng Ren thought when he saw the closed iron door.

Many hospitals restrict time to visit. During the morning ward round, there are too many family members of patients in the house, and the doctors have no place to stand. That's not serious.

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

Director Zhou is still very dignified. Zheng Ren smiled.

In the corridor outside the ward, the patient's family members were saying this in disorder. When I saw Zhou Chunyong, the noise of the family members faded like a ebb tide.

Zhou Chunyong is very satisfied. 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 strange that so many people look at themselves.

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

The heavy iron door had no sound and opened a crack smoothly.

Inside, two rows of people in white didn't see their heads.

"Hello, boss Zheng."

Like a rehearsal, the voice of Qi brush startled Zheng Ren.