The Surgeon's Studio

Domingo Paul spoke to boss Zheng in Portuguese.

Other than Su Yun, who could understand a little, no one else knew what he was talking about with boss Zheng.

Yun ze had nothing to doubt this time.

From the moment Dr. Domingo Paul barged in, Yun ze felt like he had transmigrated. After flying for such a long time, her leg was already swollen. In the end, she saw the top international doctor that she had spent a lot of effort to hire in the capital.

Was everything he did useless? Not only was it useless, but it also caused more damage?

Thinking of the cause and effect here, Yun ze was a little lost.

He didn't understand what Dr. Domingo Paul was talking about with boss Zheng. But from the looks of it, he was so agitated that his blood pressure was much higher than his height, and it felt like blood was about to burst out of his head. The other one had an indifferent expression and spoke simply.

It was like ... A conversation between a student and a teacher. And in this conversation, the younger boss Zheng played the role of a teacher.

Yun ze looked on in a daze. Song Ying looked at the scene calmly and was very satisfied with Yun ze's performance. It was only natural to be surprised. If he didn't know, he would be at a loss.

Boss Zheng was indeed powerful. This incident had once again refreshed Song Ying's understanding of boss Zheng.

After chatting for nearly half an hour, Song Ying noticed that boss Zheng was about to end the conversation when Xie Yiren, who was sitting beside boss Zheng, put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

Although Dr. Domingo Paul was very unhappy, boss Zheng's attitude was tough. He said goodbye and left.

Song Ying sent the medical group away and kept an eye on Dr. Domingo Paul. The internationally renowned expert that Yun ze had worked so hard to hire stood in a daze in the night of the capital, as if he had become a fool.

"Little song, I was wrong this time." Yun ze stood beside Song Ying and looked at Domingo Paul as he said helplessly.

Back in Brazil, Dr. Domingo Paul was as arrogant as he could be. Only Yun ze knew how much he had paid to get him to perform the surgery.

However, in the darkness of the imperial capital, Dr. Domingo Paul was like an old homeless man, mumbling something.

Not to mention arrogance, just by standing there, Yun ze was afraid that a kind person would stuff him with a few dollars or a burger.

"Chairman Yun, look at what you're saying." Song Ying smiled."It's all for the old man's good. He'll be back soon. It's fine as long as he's fine."

Yun ze was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Lin Ge was vexed. Boss Zheng had gone back, but he couldn't leave at all.

He used to think that the science Department was simpler, more relaxed, and purer than the medical department. However, after he sat in this position, he realized that things were not as he had imagined.

If they were like Division Chief Mao, who wanted to block in-service training doctors and show off, it would be easy for them to get them. However, it was really difficult to do something.

Boss Zheng was too much of a troublemaker. He had 'picked' up a patient with late-stage vasilopathy from the outside and performed the world's first surgery, and it was even ... A live broadcast.

Even though Lin Ge was used to boss Zheng's way of doing things, he was still very confused.

He even dared to use an immature surgery method for a live broadcast. Was boss Zheng out of his mind?

Of course not. If there was water in his brain, it could only be his own brain.

Facing the letters from major medical institutions around the world, Lin Ge was both happy and in pain.

Logically speaking, according to the agreement with boss Zheng, these were all his "achievements" in the Science and Education Department. If he was in a private company, he would definitely be the best salesperson in the industry.

But that was where the trouble lay.

With so many things piled together and so many top medical institutions in the world asking for exchanges, boss Zheng would definitely not agree.

Not to mention boss Zheng's personality, just the fact that he had a Nobel Prize project in hand was enough to reject all invitations.

What should I do? Reject them one by one? Since when did 912 become so "arrogant" in front of top foreign hospitals?

Lin Ge looked at Dr. Domingo Paul helplessly.

This guy had barged in on his own after watching the live stream of the surgery. A few hours ago, he had been squatting in the ward and listening to the patient's heart sounds with a stethoscope.

It was as if he was listening to a song he liked, and it was even on loop. When the patient's family raised objections, he acted as if he did not hear them, and a dispute almost broke out.

Lin GE's head started to hurt again at the thought of this.

Boss Zheng was too good at causing trouble. How could ordinary medical disputes and international disputes be the same?

The letters from many of the world's top medical institutions had not been replied, and the trouble here had not been dealt with. Boss Zheng was very cold to all of this ...

Everything made Lin Ge feel like he was in a trance. How good would it be if he was still a salted fish in the medical office?

Although he didn't have much status, he had his wife and children every day, and he could enjoy his family. After coming to the Science and Education Department, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to go home.

How many days had he not been home? Even Lin Ge himself had forgotten the exact time.

While Domingo Paul was deep in thought, Lin Ge contacted a Portuguese translator and sent him to the hotel. Lin Ge pondered for a moment and decided to ignore the world's top cardiothoracic professor.

If a year ago, a doctor at the level of Dr. Domingo Paul came to China, he would have definitely taught a lot.

No matter how he entertained them, it would not be too much.

But now, he was here to study.

Was there a need to treat a student with such a good attitude? Lin Ge quickly corrected the three views he had formed over the years. He was only responsible for sending Dr. Domingo Paul to the hotel and communicating with the front desk staff to let him check in on his own.

Finally done, Lin Ge drove home, exhausted.

Although there were still many things that he had not done, he knew that he could not finish them. Unless director Yan sent more people to the Science and Education Department, a few people wouldn't be enough. At least a dozen capable generals would be needed to deal with it.

Stop dreaming, Lin Ge made up his mind on the way home. Tomorrow, he would ask the higher-ups for instructions. Deputy Director Guo and director Yan, who were in charge of science and education, had to be informed. What needed to be done was still up to the higher-ups to decide.

As for himself ...

Lin Ge felt that staying by boss Zheng's side and watching the show was not bad. It was also good to be a salted fish with dreams and ambitions.

He still had to be clear about which was more important. Otherwise, it would not be worth it to throw away boss Zheng, a big watermelon, for a little sesame seed.

At the very least, he didn't have to work overtime and could go home. Lin Ge thought slowly. As long as boss Zheng didn't fall, he would be fine.

A young man who wasn't even thirty years old would definitely live longer than him, so he didn't have to consider so much. Lin Ge straightened out his thoughts and took the time to go home to catch up on sleep.