The Surgeon's Studio

In the director's office of the Science and Education Department, a man in a white suit was reporting the situation to director Mao.

"Monitoring the clinical operation record, the patient was found to have used a spring ring without the manufacturer's logo, which is in violation of clinical laws and regulations." The man said seriously, holding a copy of the medical record that was still in operation.

"Yes, I know." Director Mao suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said,""You can go."

The man bowed and left.

The Science and Education Department was a good place. It wasn't busy, and he had all kinds of cash on hand. As for the sick room, it was a particularly dilapidated place.

This was especially true for the case room 912. It had to deal with hundreds of thousands of people printing medical records every day, and it was a mess. Many of the patients did not bring their medical documents, so they could not make copies of their medical records. In addition, he was a patient from another place, so he would always meet one or two people who would sit on the ground, cry, and point at the staff in the case room and scold them.

To be transferred from the sickroom to the science Department, even as a small staff member, was a dream for many people.

Director Mao looked at the information in his hand and a smile appeared on his face.

She wasn't stupid, but she didn't want to use this information to steal the limelight ... MD, Zheng Ren was not the director or the professor in charge of the team. He was nothing!

"I can't believe I'm actually afraid of him." Director Mao understood this and couldn't help but sigh.

He was just a clinician, yet he could not pinch him to death. He even had to carefully curry favor with him. This matter was strange no matter how he looked at it.

But he had no choice.

In his hands was the evidence of Zheng Ren's reckless and illegal actions. If it was someone else, his medical license would have been revoked!

But now, he still had to sell this document. It wasn't enough to just curry favor, he had to think about why the other party would accept this kindness.

What the f * ck is this?! Director Mao cursed in his heart.

According to the country's regulations, all consumables used during surgery had to be manufactured and labeled at the end of the intraoperative anesthesia care Record.

Zheng Ren was really bold to use an unknown spring ring without any receipt. What was he thinking?

Director Mao looked at the printed surgical records and various documents, and he gradually fell into a daze.

It was just a patient with a foreign body in the rectum, and he wanted to use a spring ring? He was simply possessed.

If it were anyone else, Division Chief Mao would have thought that he was crazy about making money. As long as the medical consumables were expensive and there was a lot of kickbacks, they would use all of them in one go, regardless of whether they were right.

However, Zheng Ren ... He did not lack money.

Over the past few days, director Mao had been in contact with Dr. Mehal, and he had a feeling that it was unreal.

Among the people who accompanied Dr. Mehal, more than 20 of them had paid their tuition fees to learn TIPS.

Three hundred thousand dollars per person, how dare he ask for that.

With a flip of the hand, tens of millions of RMB were in his hands. How was this earning money? it was simply a money printing machine.

If one had to work day and night while performing surgery in clinical medicine, it would be very difficult for them to earn this amount in their entire lives.

Furthermore, there were less than 500 people in the entire country who could possibly earn this amount.

If it wasn't to earn money, was it to cure illnesses and save lives?

At the thought of this, director Mao's lips curled into a disdainful smile. Medical treatment had already been introduced to the market and had become a commodity.

In the business model, the products were not for money, only for ideals. They would have gone bankrupt long ago.

Treating and saving people? Impossible. There must be some kind of behavior pattern that he didn't know about. Zheng Ren must have discovered it and was doing it sneakily.

Once again, director Mao was certain that what he needed to do was not to take down Zheng Ren, but to find his weakness and make him have scruples about him.

Don't put on a look of righteousness. Let's sit down and have a good talk. It's something that will benefit everyone.

After thinking for a long time, director Mao picked up his phone and called one of his trusted subordinates.

"Little Cao, come to my office."

With a simple sentence, director Mao put down his phone.

Ten seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter." Chief Mao said.

A woman in her 30s walked in, perming her hair with big curls. She was obviously very reserved and careful. She didn't look around when she came in, as if she was afraid to see something that she shouldn 't. She went straight to director Mao's desk and bowed slightly, her face respectful.

"Take a look at this information, then secretly go to the ward to find the patient's family to understand the situation." Director Mao said.

Secretary Cao carefully picked up the document and read it bit by bit.

"This is to protect boss Zheng, not to target him." Director Mao wanted to make his smile gentler and more infectious.

Officer Cao nodded his head repeatedly. The huge waves continued to shake like ocean waves, making people dizzy.

"Just remember this." "Let's hurry up," director Mao said."We'll look for information tonight and settle this matter tomorrow. I'll be at the office at seven in the morning the day after tomorrow. I want to hear a complete report."

Officer Cao groaned in his heart.

This kind of mission that only gave one intent was the most difficult to do. The leader didn't have any F * cking idea and just randomly asked his subordinates to do it.

Basically, no matter what he did, he would not gain any benefits.

There's no mission target, only a strict time limit ... Forget it, I'll just wait to be scolded the day after tomorrow, she thought dejectedly.

After receiving the order, officer Cao left the room, feeling more and more worried.

With what identity should he go? An officer of an organization? To understand the situation through clinical practice? He was afraid that he would only get the official words.

And if he went there in secret with his personal identity, it would be a different matter whether he could gain the trust of the patient's family.

What the f * ck!

Secretary Cao cursed in his heart.

'Forget it, the patient is from the gastrointestinal surgery department and is still living in the ICU. I'll just pretend to be the patient's family and go to understand the situation.'

The patient's family? No way! Commissar Cao spat immediately.

It was the leader who was sick to the point of death, so he went to take a look himself. He even got aids, heart failure, liver failure, kidney failure ...

She thought to herself.

However, it couldn't be now, as the doctors were still working. If he were to wander around the ICU, he might run into someone.

Once it was exposed, the next step would be difficult.

Officer Cao weighed the pros and cons, and in the end, he could only sacrifice his rest time in distress and prepare to find out the situation.

It was truly a case of a general being incompetent and exhausting an Army to death.

All that talk about protecting boss Zheng was bullshit. Secretary Cao had heard about the confrontation at the president's office the other day.

After being tricked by boss Zheng without batting an eye, he wanted to take revenge. What kind of person was he?

Although he was cursing in his heart, officer Cao was still very clear about who his subordinate was and who he relied on for a living.

He had to do it no matter how difficult it was. There was no doubt about this.

She called home and asked her husband to pick up her child after work. Then she sat at her desk and carefully thought about the key points and what kind of information the leader needed.

It must be blackmail material. Why would he want to catch boss Zheng's weakness while protecting him? This was the usual routine. As a leader, he didn't want to show himself to be too black - bellied and cruel.

He had to do all the dirty and tiring work by himself. He couldn't be wrong about this.

Officer Cao thought to himself.