Chapter 1310： Zheng boss is good

After a few minutes, Director Kong came to work slowly.

Far away, he saw Zhou Chunyong. The waist is slightly bent, at a 5° angle, and there is a very careful posture.

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

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

It’s strange that his mother’s blame, Zhou Chunyong’s morning, is it a scam or a grave?

Director Kong went a little bit strangely. Zhou Chunyong met with Director Kong and smiled and said: "Director Kong, I haven't seen it for a while."

"Director Zhou, you are..."

"Wait for Zheng boss." Zhou Chunyong smiled and stunned, as if he couldn't remember that it was the director Kong's support, and he was such a difficult thing.

Director Kong hangs a smile, but he sighs in his heart.

Look at the people, it is no wonder that Zhu Laowu was overwhelmed by the pressure. The emperor's liver and gallbladder, across so far, rushed to find Zheng boss.

Not to mention how people are level, this is better than the dog's nose, pull down the face, sly gesture, not their own.

"Director Zhou, please, how to stand outside," said Director Kong, politely.

"No, no." Zhou Chunyong quickly refused. "Zheng boss looked at the patient and came out after the evening. My patient is ready to wait for Zheng Boss to arrive, so I won't bother."

"Then change the day." Director Kong was not too polite, smile and Zhou Chunyong nodded and walked in with his hands.

Looking at the back of Director Kong, Zhou Chunyong was very emotional. His own fortune is so bad that he is so good.

If the research itself was not a meeting abroad, come over and look at it. Maybe the boss of Zheng was dug into the emperor's liver.

With the skill of Zheng Boss and his own style of work, Zhu Liangchen’s sorrow now loses his armor and can’t do it anymore.

But this is a thing of the past. It doesn't make sense to think too much.

Zhou Chunyong still maintains a respectful attitude. Cheng Men Li Xue generally stands at the door of the intervention department and ignores the eyes of passers-by around him.

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

Seeing his posture, Zheng Ren smiled and quickly stepped forward, laughing: "Director Zhou, waited for a long time."

“The patients are all stable?” Zhou Chunyong asked with a smile.

"Well, nothing. Recently, these patients were discharged from the hospital and stayed for two days." Zheng Ren and Zhou Chunyong went downstairs and said.

"Two days off?"

"I have to go to Horqin to do two operations." Zheng Ren replied casually.

"So far, too tired." Zhou Chunyong did not understand.

Run the flying knife, the bigger the city, the better. However, the second-tier provincial capital cities generally do not ask the general professors of the Imperial Capital to go to the flying knives.

The third-tier city is the best target for flying knives.

People can ask the provincial professors to go to the surgery, and can also ask the top professors of the Imperial Capital and the Magic City to go to the surgery. The key is that the better per capita income of the third-tier cities is higher, and the ones that make a profit are full.

The patient and the patient's family saved the boat and spent only one or two thousand to solve the problem. The professor went once and did two or three more operations. Do more than eight sets of eight sets in two days, cash in large pockets.ァ新ヤ~8~1~中文网ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

Everyone is good and happy.

But Kerqin, what a **** place? It seems to be a national poverty county.

As soon as I heard the name, Zhou Chunyong’s mind came out of the scene of the wind and the grass.

Is per capita income high?

All said that the family is rich, and the hair is not counted.

The herdsmen have money and are rich, and they are cattle and sheep and other livestock. If you catch up with good years, you can make a lot of money. But if you catch up with the natural disasters and plagues, you will lose your blood.

It must have been prepared for thirty or fifty patients, and that Zheng boss is going to open for two days of surgery.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chunyong is somewhat envious.

"Zheng boss, there are a lot of patients on that. Or, I also followed the past to learn?" Zhou Chunyong tempted to ask.

"Director Zhou, you see where you want to go." Su Yun said on the side, "The two are not imaginary, it is the two patients. That is not the high-incidence area of ​​hepatitis B, the patients are not much."

Zhou Chunyong was amazed.

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

Squeezing out the bones, it is 20,000 yuan, not enough to toss. It seems to be a lecture in the Imperial City. In the morning, when Zheng Boss did not show up, he would get tens of millions.

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

"Director Zhou, if you say a high-profile sentence, the boss is to cure the disease." Su Yun saw Zhou Chunyong's expression, smiled and said: "He has a disease, you ignore him."

"..." In this year, few people said that treating diseases and saving people.

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

However, Su Yun said so, Zhou Chunyong found that he actually believed.

He glanced at Zheng Ren and smiled bitterly: "Zheng boss is really a good man."

"It is a disease in my head."

"You don't have the ability to go." Zheng Ren did not look at Su Yun and directly shouted.

"Impossible!" Su Yundao: "In case you lost, the Nobel Prize let me go?"

While talking, I went to Zhou Chunyong’s car.

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

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Unfortunately, there are too few patients, and the road is too far away. Zhou Chunyong was entangled in his heart, driving on the road to the morning peak of the Imperial Capital, slowly moved to the emperor's liver and gallbladder.

After getting out of the car and coming to the intervention department, Zhou Chunyong gave Jingren a respectful respect.

The door to the interventional department is closed.

It may be the time of early ward rounding, and the family members of the patients are not allowed to enter. Zheng Ren saw the closed iron gate and wondered.

Many hospitals have limited time visits. When the house is checked in the morning, there are too many family members in the house, and the doctors are not standing, which is too serious.

But like the interventional department of 912, there is no such rule. Director Kong is basically a professor of various groups.

Director Zhou is still quite awesome, Zheng Ren smiled.

In the corridor outside the ward, the family members of the patients are talking about each other. When I saw Zhou Chunyong, the snoring of the family members seemed to fade away.

Zhou Chunyong is very satisfied, this wave of patients' families is still very sensible.

In a silence and a lack of light, Zheng Ren went to the door of the ward. So many people look at themselves, so weird.

Zhou Chunyong used fingerprints to open the door to the ward.

There is no sound in the heavy iron door, and a slit is smoothly opened.

Inside, two rows of people in white clothes did not see the head at first glance.

"Zheng boss is good."

Like the general practice, the sound of the brushed brush scared Zheng Ren.