Chapter 610: Zheng Ren, Do You Know Him (Part 2)

In a mid-range restaurant in Haicheng, twenty or so people sat around the table, eating and chatting lively.

Choose here, not for anything else, just because the table is big enough.

If people in a department are divided into two or several tables to sit, the atmosphere will be worse. Gatherings are all about reunion, and separation is always bad.

The Xie Nings and Mrs. Lao Pan sat together, drinking and changing glasses, enthusiastic but reserved.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, I gave a speech to the audience and said all the words of thanks. The rest didn't stand up and talk, and flattered them in a stylized way. Director Pan didn't like this set, and neither did the people below.

Xie Ning smiled and drank a few cups with Director Pan, looked at Mr. Wang who came from the imperial capital next to him, raised his glass and asked, "Mr. Wang, are you still used to it in Haicheng?"

Although Mr. Wang is an inpatient in the imperial capital, he doesn't have many drinking parties to socialize, and he doesn't have that time. But in the imperial capital, I saw a lot of rich and noble people, so I naturally had my own judgment in my heart.

This one in front of him is different.

Mr. Wang can be sure that the food and wine ordered are definitely not what this medium-sized restaurant can provide. Everything is exquisite, but everything is not ostentatious. In other words, it's understated luxury.

Those who can understand will naturally understand.

People who don't understand will not feel neglected.

The proportion is just right, judging from this level of control, the person in front of him is quite extraordinary.

Mr. Wang does not drink because he will go back to do surgery and see patients at any time.

He picked up the drink and said with a smile: "The imperial capital is also in the north, so there is nothing wrong with it. The heating is a few degrees hotter than the imperial capital, and the smog is lighter than the imperial capital, which is good."

"On duty today?" Xie Ning looked at the drink served by Mr. Wang and asked with a smile.

"Well, I won't drink any more." Mr. Wang said frankly, "Mr. Zheng has just left, so I dare not be careless."

Xie Ning brought the topic to Zheng Ren, so he stopped talking and waited for the next one.

"Boss Director Pan and Mr. Zheng have promoted the emergency department of Haicheng No. 1 Hospital on their own. Although I don't have this level, I still have the ability to maintain and maintain it." Mr. Wang's face suddenly became serious, as if he had thought of something .

"Oh? You're too modest." Xie Ning put down his glass and looked at President Wang with a smile.

The nurses and doctors on the other side of the table were chatting happily. They were recording Douyin with the background music of Ordinary Road. Chu Yanzhi was standing on a chair with pulleys, holding her mobile phone high.

I found two nurses in the back to help move the chair, and recorded a small video for the people in the operating room and emergency ward, and had a great time playing.

Here, the topic has reached what Xie Ning wanted to hear.

"I met Mr. Zheng in the imperial capital. Mr. Zheng went to participate in a research on a new interventional technique." Mr. Wang began to recall, "When Mr. Zheng went there, something happened and saved a friend of mine. So I I kept thinking about thanking Mr. Zheng, and you know that we, the hospital manager, couldn’t leave, so Brother Yun brought Mr. Zheng to see me.”

Xie Ning smiled, he knew about the matter that President Wang didn't want to mention.

Young people, having passion is a good thing.

"At that time, I just received an intractable disease, and there was something wrong with my judgment. Mr. Zheng told me the diagnosis when he came in, and then he helped me complete the operation a few hours earlier on the operating table." Mr. Wang said: "Originally, I think President Zheng..."

As he said that, Mr. Wang showed a constipated look on his face.

Xie Ning was curious, what happened?

"Don't take offense if I said something rude." Mr. Wang thought for a while, but couldn't find a suitable word, so he said directly.

Xie Ning nodded, even more curious.

"I thought Mr. Zheng was awesome enough! But after I came to Haicheng, I saw Mr. Zheng go to the emergency department with my own eyes. It's so awesome that I can't believe it!" Mr. Wang sincerely sighed.

"Hahaha." Xie Ning laughed.

When the mood is up, if you don't swear, you can't vent your emotions. No wonder Wang always has that look.

But is it really that powerful? The inpatient general from Imperial City 912 is the power of the Mesozoic Era. According to Xie Ning's previous judgment, Zheng Ren's level is higher than theirs, but how high can he be with his age.

But now, when I hear Mr. Wang venting his emotions, there is admiration and respect, and even a trace of...worship.

This is unlikely, the level should not be so high.

Seeing Xie Ning's gentle expression, Mr. Wang couldn't tell what he was thinking. And he was immersed in the atmosphere of just venting, so he continued.

"The first time I met Mr. Zheng, I heard that Brother Yun called him the boss. I was surprised, who has this ability."

"Who is Brother Yun?"

"Su Yun, when he was a graduate student in the imperial capital, he did his own scientific research, cloned and cultivated a heart with autologous stem cells, and then transplanted it himself. The mice after the operation lived for more than forty days."

"Oh, more than 40 days, that's not easy. If you work hard for a few more years and improve it, it is estimated that the mouse will live longer." Xie Ning doesn't know medicine, but he still understands these basic common sense. Then say a few words to save the silence.

"Live?" Boss Wang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "The little white mouse didn't die, it broke the cage and ran away by itself."

"Oh? Is the medical technology so advanced now?" Xie Ning finally relaxed a little with his expression like a distant snow mountain.

"That's Brother Yun. No one can do it except him." Mr. Wang said: "At first I didn't believe how Brother Yun found such a small boss. But after seeing Mr. Zheng's level, I had to Sigh, Brother Yun's eyes are so bright!"

"Don't you believe it. In fact, I didn't believe it before." Mr. Wang said: "A few days ago, there was a series of car accidents on the highway leading to the provincial capital. Mr. Zheng picked up an emergency patient whose liver was smashed. .”

"Although I am not good enough, I have seen a lot of surgeries in the imperial capital, so I still have good eyesight."

"This kind of liver, I think there is really no way to sew it up. The patient just gave up the rescue and it is better to leave the whole body."

"Don't blame me for being cold-blooded, sometimes I just can't help it. But when Mr. Zheng went up, I couldn't even keep up with the stage. Intervention plus surgery, the liver was sewn up in less than an hour."

"That patient is out of danger today, and was transferred from the ICU to our emergency ward. I want to do a case report on this case, but I can't get in touch with Mr. Zheng. I'm so distressed."

Seeing Mr. Wang's tangled face, Xie Ning smiled, raised his glass, and drank it down.

This kind of thing can be drunk or read.

"Then you have to work harder." Xie Ning said softly.

"Must!" Mr. Wang drank the juice in the glass, as if drinking alcohol, his eyes were a little red, just like the bowl of Zhuangxing wine he drank before the troops set off.

A glass of fruit juice, drinking a little boldness and a posture of never turning back.