The Surgeon's Studio

In a seven - Star hotel in the eastern city.

Dr. Mehal took a nap and his mental state was much better.

He sat on a chair and looked out of the window at the bright lights in the imperial capital at night. He said to his assistant beside him,""When can it be delivered?"

"Doctor, we're handling the immigration procedures. If everything goes well, we'll be able to see the equipment tomorrow afternoon." The assistant replied.

Dr. Mehall nodded slightly.

The assistant hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice,""Doctor, the specialist team's opinion is that it's best if you don't communicate with doctor Zheng during the surgery to avoid any uncontrollable situations such as emotional agitation. We can watch the video for the surgery, but your health is more important. "

Dr. Mehal smiled and shook his head.

The doctor was very stubborn, once he made a decision, no one could persuade him. His assistant knew this.

What he said just now was just a test. After all, observing and performing surgery for himself was an outrageous idea, and he felt that it was a huge risk just by thinking about it.

Sure enough, as expected, the doctor didn't care about the team's suggestion. In Dr. Mehal's opinion, the members of the expert team were all his students 'students, and their standards were not high enough.

When he couldn't keep his mind clear, there was no other way. He could only let the specialist Group treat him. But now, all the treatment methods were decided by Dr. Mehal.

As for the fact that he had to personally observe the surgery process and discuss it with the surgeon during the process of Dr. Mehar's surgery ... None of the doctors in the expert team agreed, but no one dared to question it in person.

After the assistant left, Dr. Mehal looked out the window. After a long time, he muttered,""You guys have no idea how good Zheng's surgery is. If I had met him a few years ago, how good would that have been?"

How good would it have been if it had been a few years earlier? That transparent ceiling should not be an obstacle anymore.

Dr. Mehal felt infinite regret and sighed.

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The lights were still on in director Guo's office.

He sat behind his desk with a straight face. Director Mao lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.

After he received Dr. Mehal, the other party's faint disregard made director Guo very uncomfortable. Although President Yuan was the Executive Vice President, science and education work was under his own management, so it was his own territory.

Director Guo was very unhappy when he saw that director Yuan had the intention to interfere.

However, he had no other choice.

With Dr. Mehal's status in the medical world, he could completely ignore any invitation. Director Guo knew that his words would not work.

If they wanted to invite Dr. Mehar to give a lecture or even become a visiting professor, they would need Dr. Zheng Ren's advice. Only then would there be a slight possibility.

But ... At the thought of this, director Guo couldn't suppress his anger.

He looked at chief Mao and really wanted to scold her. Everything was fine, so why did you have to make things difficult for doctor Zheng?

Now, he was in a difficult situation. Not only did he have to watch as Deputy Director Yuan extended his hand to his territory, but he also had to beg for it.

What the hell is this!

After a long time, director Guo said in a deep voice,""Doctor Zheng's work, you should do it."

Director Mao felt very embarrassed. His lips subconsciously moved, but he did not say a word.

In front of her eyes, she was holding the red certificates of chief physician and full professor in her hands. She was full of joy. However, all she got in return was Zheng Ren's indifferent face and Su Yun's merciless mocking.

He was a director with real power, but he was actually ignored by a clinician?

He had taken the initiative to offer an olive branch, but he had been rejected. It could even be said that he had shed all pretenses of cordiality with her. This was a cold rejection that Division Chief Mao found unacceptable.

At this time, she couldn't make up for the rift between her and Zheng Ren.

"This is director Yan's order. You should hurry up and do it." Director Guo saw that director Mao didn't say anything, so he said firmly.

There was more to his words.

If he couldn't do it, his future days would probably be a little harder. Not only director Mao, but even director Guo would be sad.

"Did you hear that?" Director Guo saw that director Mao, who had always been smart and capable, was silent, so he knocked on the table with his fingers in dissatisfaction.

"Director, Dr. Zheng might have some misunderstanding about me ... That ..." Division Chief Mao could not take it anymore and could only say this awkwardly.

"Misunderstanding? We're all comrades, what misunderstanding can't we clear up? Go and explain immediately! This is your business and has nothing to do with the work in the hospital. " "I believe you know the significance of the internationally renowned experts and scholars coming to our hospital for surgery treatment," director Guo said coldly.

Director Mao lowered his head, feeling wronged.

Zhao Wenhua, that B * stard, it's been so many years and he still caused me so much trouble!

"I have to find an opportunity to let him know what my surname is," Division Chief Mao thought to himself.

"Director Yan is not at home. If he was, I'm afraid he would have gone to welcome Dr. Mehal today." "But once the date of Dr. Mehar's surgery has been set, we have to report it to director Yan. He will definitely have to fly back directly," director Guo said.

"If the work isn't done by then, you can decide what the consequences will be."

Division Head Mao nodded his head, somewhat dejected.

However, she didn't say anything, nor did she turn around to leave. She still stood in front of director Guo's desk like a wooden statue.

"AI." Director Guo sighed and said,"I know what you're thinking, but director Yan is taking this matter very seriously. You must do your best to achieve it." If you lose your face, then you should pick it up. "

"Director ..." Director Mao muttered.

"Don't be in a difficult position. I think Dr. Zheng is still very easy to talk to. You should find a chance to have a good chat with him, or find someone you know to have a meal with. You still don't know how to communicate normally?"

Division Chief Mao felt bitter in his heart.

She had asked around, and Zheng Ren was a F * cking surgical dog. He did go out to eat, but most of the time, he would only eat after the surgery.

He didn't have any hobbies other than treating illnesses and performing surgeries.

To Division Chief Mao, this kind of person was simply a hard walnut ... No, not a walnut, but a F * cking Porcupine, full of spikes. Not to mention eating it, even moving it felt prickly.

How could there be such a person in the world? Division Chief Mao felt wronged.

Even if he wanted to beg for forgiveness and beg for mercy, he didn't have the chance.

It was not like he could just go to the Department of interventional services and tell Zheng Ren that he was wrong and asked him to forgive him when he finished his shift.

If that was the case, chief Mao would rather face director Yan's anger.