Chapter 1135 Which Is More Important, the Pressure of Life or the Dignity of Life

It was very late when we went back after supper, Feng Xuhui was a little tired, but still very happy.

Returning to Haicheng, back to the starting point of my work, was like a dream. Along the way, before Feng Xuhui had time to get used to it, he was dragged to another level by an invisible force.

Going up one step after another, looking back now, he already has a feeling of being at a high altitude.

From small sales to ace manager, what have you done? It seems to do nothing. Feng Xuhui smiled.

"Manager Feng, what time do you leave tomorrow?" Liu Xiaojie asked.

"Check out directly in the morning, go to the operating room at 8 o'clock, and go to the provincial capital when President Zheng finishes the operation." Feng Xuhui said.

It feels really good to have a small subordinate, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.

"Those two professors are from the provincial academy? They don't look like that." Liu Xiaojie muttered.

"Well, they are all leading professors. Mr. Gao and Mr. Zheng have had an earlier surgery and have a better relationship."

"Are you studying at 912?" Liu Xiaojie asked casually.

"No, at that time, Mr. Zheng was still working as the inpatient chief of the emergency department in Haicheng, so Mr. Gao and Mr. Zheng learned the new TIPS operation."

Liu Xiaojie felt that her new manager was a little unreliable. If a professor from a provincial hospital went to the Imperial Capital to study, he could still imagine it. For provincial hospitals, 912 is a higher-level hospital, and learning new technologies is a must.

But if you go to Haicheng... Liu Xiaojie has a very strange picture in her mind.

The picture was too beautiful to imagine. Really unreliable, she thought to herself.

...

In the provincial capital, Gao Shaojie and Liu Zewei rushed back all the way, all with some excitement.

"Lao Liu, are you really going to go to 912?" Gao Shaojie asked.

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a long time." Professor Liu nodded and said, "I'm very envious of seeing your improvement in your level. We intervene, you know, all of them are half-way monks. At the best time, I didn’t do this. The level is really limited, and now I think it is absolutely impossible to improve through my own abilities.”

Gao Shaojie was silent.

As a professor in the provincial hospital, he knew what Liu Zewei's decision meant.

The first is income.

If you don't work at home, you don't have any money. Bonuses, red envelopes, consumables, plus the red envelope cost of flying knives in the province, add up to a large number. It hurts to think about how much you lose in a month.

But this is not the key, earning money is sometimes not a big deal compared to certain things. However, once the professor with the group leaves for too long, his bed will be squeezed, and the doctors under him will be merged into other groups.

When he comes back, it is not certain whether the provincial hospital will have a position.

Even if you can't keep your job, that's a big deal. Gao Shaojie also thought about going to 912 to study with Boss Zheng, but he couldn't be cruel.

In addition, the wife and children will be thrown into the provincial capital for at least half a year, how ugly the wife's face will be when she returns home, just thinking about it makes me feel frightened.

It's not like going out to run a flying knife and bring back piles of cash, and the wife's face is full of smiles.

"Lao Liu, you are amazing." Gao Shaojie said with emotion.

"It's nothing great, just seeing your technical progress, I'm envious. To be honest, I have to thank you for this."

Gao Shaojie smiled and said nothing.

He knew that when Boss Zheng came to the provincial hospital for surgery a long time ago, Liu Zewei wanted to learn. But Boss Zheng is still very comfortable doing things, and he asked for his opinion.

At that time... a few months ago, it seems that many years have passed.

"Okay, let's go, I'll take care of you on this side of the house, I'm sure there won't be no land." Gao Shaojie wasn't a big deal, but he definitely agreed.

"Thanks."

Gao Shaojie knew that with Boss Zheng there, according to the previous statement, he and Liu Zewei were considered brothers from the same school. For some things, it is not necessary to fight back and forth.

The level of Boss Zheng is unfathomable. If you take a long-term perspective, if you and Lao Liu go to study with Boss Zheng together, regardless of the technical level in the country, at least Director Jin will be nervous.

Although there is no necessary connection between the technical level and the director, the level is much higher, and many things are not too much for Director Jin.

Go through these things in your mind, and the stakes will be clear.

...

Zheng Ren was sitting in the car. Like last winter, the car slowly drove back to the group of villas by the lake behind the first courtyard of the city in the darkness of Haicheng.

If it wasn't for Chu Yanzhi sitting in the back seat, this night would have been almost perfect.

This girl is really annoying, Zheng Ren sincerely casts deep malice on Chu Yanzhi.

But there was no way, the two girls were talking happily. If you want to drive Chu Yanzhi away, you can't say it. Zheng Ren reckons that if someone is kicked out, it can only be himself.

Really distressed, why doesn't Chu Yanzhi have a boyfriend?

As expected by Zheng Ren, he was thrown at the door of the familiar villa. The lights of the villa were on, and the Shei people notified the housekeeper on this side to clean the house and did not turn off the lights.

"Have an early rest." Xie Yiren waved his hand in the car, the lights and shadows intertwined, Zheng Ren really wanted to hug Xiao Yiren, but unfortunately there was Chu Yanzhi's face that was also full of youthful color in the same frame.

Damn, Zheng Ren waved his hand, and saw the Volvo XC60 flying away, clenching his fists, feeling a little regretful.

In the past few days, the mood has fluctuated a bit. Zheng Ren walked into the yard and did not go back to sleep directly. Instead, he lit a cigarette, sat on the steps, and looked at the night sky.

The smog is less, but the light pollution is still very heavy, and there are only a few first-class stars in the night sky blinking at Zheng Ren.

From Dr. Charles to Director Miao, then to Director Kong, Director Pan, and then to many people and things. The past slipped through my heart like water, and Zheng Ren was as quiet as a stone.

After half an hour, Zheng Ren returned to his room, washed and slept.

Before going to bed, he habitually turned on his mobile phone and said good night to Xiao Yiren. Zheng Ren clicked on QQ to see what the little boy said.

The little boy has been updated very frequently recently, once a day, and it has never changed.

Everything from study to travel, if you don't know what kind of disease he is, you can't tell that he is a terminally ill child.

He is happy, that's fine, Zheng Ren smiled after reading today's talk. It's a pity that my level is not enough. If it is possible, it would be a wonderful thing to restore the flowers that are about to wither before they bloom.

What Director Pan said was right, but not right. Zheng Ren has his own ideas, but after the old director took the lead, the knot settled in his heart, and he didn't think about what he didn't understand. This is a good habit.

He smiled slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.