The Queen is going to confer honors, and the people of Mishima are very busy!

Zhang Fan is even busier.

Taking advantage of this trend, Zhang Fan found many, many people.

"Do you think my title is a bit flimsy, and you need to prepare something for me in advance so that the Queen's title does not look so abrupt?"

Looking at the person who wanted to demolish his operating room, looking at the professor who said he didn't want it at the beginning, looking at the person now who has no shame at all, the director of the Royal Hospital squeezed the pen in his hand again and again, "This is

If you break your own pen, you will suffer a loss!"

The director of the Royal Hospital muttered silently in his heart. He did not dare to think about Zhang Fan, for fear that he would lose his gentlemanly etiquette if he got angry.

Zhang Fan is just trying to get into the army with his weak legs! Your biggest financial backer is going to award me a medal. You treat me as a weakling, so why can't you give me a few titles? If you dare to say no, you are like this

They all want to rebel!

"You are not taking our professor's reputation seriously!"

The director of the Royal Hospital's lips trembled when he spoke.

…

"I heard that you are cooperating with Roche?" After finishing the meal with the director of the Royal Hospital, Zhang Fan turned to look for Ms. Zeng again.

There are not many opportunities like this, and Zhang Fan will never let anyone who has the opportunity pass. Since the old lady in Mishima won't talk to me about medical treatment and government policies, then don't blame me for showing off my skills!

Zhang Fan indeed thinks so!

Ms. Zeng was shocked. What is going on? What is going on?

Why, after sleeping all night, the dean started acting strangely.

You can't show off your weapons nakedly like this.

"Actually, Roche is not as comprehensive as us in terms of colon. After all, their main focus is still on endocrinology. Zhang Yuan doesn't know what statement you received.

However, you can rest assured that when cooperating with Chasu, our company will spare no effort to give you the greatest support for Chasu Hospital."

Ms. Zeng no longer has the ease and ease of the elites in the past. Because Zhang Fan's words mean that the table will be turned off and the conversation will be over.

"But I didn't see your so-called sparing no effort, nor did I see the greatest support."

"The surgical instruments have been arranged!"

Ms. Zeng said with a dry mouth.

Zhang Fan looked at her as if she were a fool.

Ms. Zeng also knew that this one was too small.

"Laboratory We are planning to build a colon cancer laboratory in Chasu."

"No need, Maruko Country has already been built, and it is said to be world-class."

"Well! We can increase investment."

Ms. Zeng looked at Zhang Fan. According to the feedback from all aspects, this guy loves money, food, and antiques.

"If you want to join a gang, isn't it the most basic requirement to invest money? Do you want to have nothing but a mouth?"

Old Mrs. Mishima was annoying. She didn't talk to Zhang Fan about world affairs, which made Zhang Fan feel very angry. She was pretending to be a civilized person, so she didn't want to be laughed at by others.

Now Zhang Fan can't care anymore, you are so fucking unethical, you don't treat me like a dish, and I'm just pretending to be an egg.

"What do you mean!" Ms. Zeng finally understood that no one who could reach this point, whether it was the Academy of Sciences or the doctor, was given free money.

"I heard that you donated the top operating room of the Royal Hospital at that time?"

"Yes, but at that time, a small liver tumor inhibitor had been developed. And the patent rights for our cooperation with the other party were in our hands."

Ms. Zeng argued hard, although it seemed so weak.

"Do you think colon tumors are less promising than small liver tumors? Or do you think we won't be able to solve this problem in the future? It seems I still have to talk to Roche."

"Zhang Yuan, for the sake of all Chinese, please stop torturing me. Just tell me what you want."

This kind of negotiation was too asymmetrical and unprofessional. If they disagreed, the table would be lifted, and if they disagreed, they would take off their pants. She was really powerless. After being the president of the Asia region for so many years, she had never seen someone at this level actually do it.

There are such people.

Not to mention he is a robber, but he is not much worse than a bandit.

"Isn't the Royal Hospital already..."

"What's the deposit? They want to cooperate with our hospital and let us train them colon doctors. Do you think being a teacher is that easy? We not only have to make plans, but also pay attention to the process, and finally we have to

The trained doctors are responsible. It’s not easy!”

Zhang Fan had already thought about it in his mind. These doctors are all already talented. They can be used as donkeys after removing the tea element. There are not as many surgeries in Mishima as there are surgeries in China. It just happens that a large number of surgeries can be used as teaching materials. Then not only do they have to train them, they

Zhang Fan also needs to be trained as a junior doctor.

"Oh, we can also support an operating room."

"Oh?" Zhang Fan was not satisfied and was about to get angry.

"No, two! No more. Just these two hospitals will probably have to compete with other hospitals, and the production of instruments has been scheduled for a few years."

Ms. Zeng almost cried.

"Hey, it's really unpleasant. Why has the Hunan guy lost a little bit of the Hunan guy's refreshing energy after he went abroad? He just watched the three melons and two dates to ambush me."

In fact, Zhang Fan's expectation was that he would be one! But he didn't expect that he still has acting talent. Alas, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a little complacent. If it is said in the future, it starts with appearance and is loyal to talent!

Zhang Fan not only came into contact with GSK, but also some so-called personal funds. Of course, the results were not particularly good.

After all, no matter how good the Chasu Hospital is, there are still many choices to choose from, so Zhang Fan originally thought that he would make a fortune by going out, but when he woke up, the billions in wealth in his dream were gone!

"I'm still not strong enough!" Zhang Fan said to Lao Chen.

In the past few days, Zhang Fan took Lao Chen around to rob. Some funds will invest a little bit, but most funds are polite and have no way to donate. And most of the ones who invest a little bit are Chinese.

lineage of some private foundations.

Zhang Fan really wants to say something: If you look down on me now, I will make you look down on me in the future! But I just feel like I'm a bit of a loser.

The most important thing is the anger. Chasu Hospital is so not famous!

After talking to Ms. Zeng that day, a foundation consultant who had invested some money came to the hotel to find Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn’t just look at other people’s investments, the main reason was that they were all Chinese people.

"We still know Zhang Yuan's level..."

Anyway, what he meant was that Zhang Fan would definitely lend a helping hand if needed in the future.

Zhang Fan groaned and wanted to send him away. Damn, you invested less than 500,000 yuan, so you want me to be your boss's family doctor. It's such a beautiful idea.

As a result, before leaving, he gave Zhang Fan a jade bowl.

Zhang Fan didn't want it at first, because this thing didn't look as beautiful as bone china now.

The light yellow jade bowl was dotted with tiny dots, as if it had been eaten with black sesame paste and not washed for a week.

"From the Song Dynasty!"

Then Zhang Fan didn't mind it anymore. After all, this thing is better than the glass Shao Hua bought at the scenic spot.

Anyway, if you don't see a rabbit or a hawk in the future, this bowl will be used as the consultation fee in the future.

After contacting the major bosses, Zhang Fan hurriedly went to the ward to see the surgery patients.

This is the conduct of a doctor.

Others are things other than the main business. There is a hammer, a hammer, a hammer to see if it works, and postoperative ward rounds, which are a must.

Zhang Fan was wearing a white coat, leading Zhao Yanfang and Zhao Jingjin, and behind them were a group of white doctors.

A big crowd roaring.

All six patients have recovered well and their intestines have been ventilated, which is also known as farting.

They have all started to eat. Although it is liquid, once people eat and can excrete, they can actually circulate. Although they can't jump up and play basketball for a while, they won't die inexplicably.

Zhang Fan, the first five patients, had nothing to say. He was already weak, and even the locals had to listen to the English he spoke for a long time. Zhang Fan didn't ask any more questions. He touched the wound and asked if it hurt.

After checking the postoperative examination, arranging the postoperative treatment, I went out.

We arrived at the last one, which was the ward of the old man who had fought against the golden retriever.

Zhang Fan gently opened the door, and the middle-aged man kneeling at the door of the hotel carefully fed the old man rice cereal.

"How's it going? Is the old man recovering well?" Zhang Fan asked softly.

"Professor Zhang, thank you!" The middle-aged man stood up excitedly. Zhang Fan quickly held down.

Then he looked at the old man.

This old man was so weak before the surgery that he almost looked like an adult and had no energy at all.

Now that the surgery is done, everything else is fine. One look in his eyes shows that he is a stubborn old man.

"Where are you from?"
To be continued...