"It's me." Zheng Ren answered the phone and his voice suddenly became a little restrained.

Su Yun sneered.

"Yeah, it's okay, skin trauma."

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

"Well, go back as soon as possible, don't worry."

After a few simple words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"The first time I'm in love?" Su Yun came up and asked.

"..." Zheng Ren was a little dazed.

Is it considered a relationship? He didn't know. It was just that the moment he answered the phone, he felt like a child was making a mistake.

"Be bold, be stubborn, be stubborn, and be afraid of entanglement with the woman." Su Yun Zunzun taught.

"Is this your experience?"

"No, I don't need it at all." Su Yun flirted with the black hair on his forehead, and he was so handsome.

Zheng Ren didn't want to take care of this guy and walked forward quickly.

"It's time to go downstairs." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren felt his ears were a little hot, and Su Yun really hated it. But he should be bolder, that's right.

I was going to go out for a meal, but Zheng Ren was wearing a white suit and shivering in the cold wind, looking so weird.

He had to go back to the guesthouse. Zheng Ren only brought underwear and clothes that were cold-proof like sweaters. He didn't prepare much. Su Yun sarcastically said a few more words and took one of his sweaters to Zheng Ren.

Manager Feng Xuhui had already been kind enough to applaud the takeaway, and Zheng Ren was not pretentious. He could eat something if he had food and had a meeting in the afternoon.

It has been a long time since the academic meeting was held. Who knows what the style of the imperial capital is? Is it a few clean and neat sentences or is there a constant professor speaking, and it will not be finished until eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

"How about your shoulders?" Zheng Ren changed his clothes and Su Yun asked.

Although it was a caring word, it didn't seem like a good thing to say from this guy's mouth.

Zheng Ren was very surprised, how could Su Yun have so many friends in the emperor?

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Ren said.

"Are you sure you want to go to a meeting? It's impossible for you to wear lead clothes to have surgery. I asked Professor Pei for a leave. If such a big thing happened, who can force you to have surgery?"

"It's cold and cold, and I have no place to walk around." Zheng Ren said seriously: "It's not a bad thing to come here."

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with a foolish look, but seeing that his eyes were clear, he really didn't understand what he meant, so he had to sigh and explain it clearly.

"When you went out, Xiao Yiren bought you a piece of clothing. Before you go back, do you have to take a walk around to see what girls like and bring them back?"

Zheng Ren was stunned. This...is not in his life's perception at all.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Su Yun blew, and his black hair was floating on his forehead.

Zheng Ren thought about it carefully and felt that what Su Yun said made sense.

Then take time to see what to buy for Xie Yiren and the others back, but today, I should still go to the meeting.

When Feng Xuhui heard the conversation between the two, he turned around and wrote down the matter in the memo on his mobile phone, and marked it as important.

Mr. Zheng seems to be an idiot business talent, easy to deal with and easy to deal with. Feng Xuhui cheered himself up in his heart.

In more than twenty minutes, the takeaway that Feng Xuhui ordered arrived.

He went downstairs to pick up the takeaway and trotted back all the way.

Feng Xuhui placed the takeaway on the table and was hesitating whether to eat together, so he heard Zheng Ren say, "Mr. Feng, let's have a bite together."

"Okay." Feng Xuhui was hungry all morning.

But he didn't expect that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were eating so fast that they had finished their meals in less than five minutes.

This is one of the basic skills of a doctor, especially in busy departments, where you should eat quickly and everything is mainly about filling your stomach. God knows when a critical illness will be sent to the hospital. It is common to rescue for seven or eight hours.

If you eat slowly, you may be hungry.

This is also considered a human survival instinct.

After dinner, Su Yun took Zheng Ren straight to the research institute.

The institute is located in a newly built tall building in the backyard, spacious and bright.

It is obvious that this is not only the center of surgical research, but also the research department in pharmacology, pathology and other disciplines.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to the third floor and entered a medium-sized conference room. Su Yun didn't know if he had been here or had heard of it, and was very familiar with the situation here. Zheng Ren didn't care. He just followed Su Yun anyway, so he couldn't waste his brains on such a thing.

In the conference room on the third floor, seven or eight people were already sitting in their seats waiting for the meeting to begin.

Looking at this, someone should talk about the research process and let the new surgical beasts understand how to do this strange and bizarre operation.

The so-called surgical beast is a young man raised by some professors. For example, a well-known professor in a domestic hand surgery department raised a group of "surgical beasts" after he first carried out microsurgery of broken limb replantation 17 or 8 years ago.

It’s okay for general surgery, but it’s hard to do microsurgery again after the age of fifty.

After all, my eyes are blurred, let alone surgery, it is difficult to even read the newspaper.

At that time, the medical procedures in China were not strict, so there were even people who did not get the qualifications of practicing physicians.

But if it were now, this kind of thing would not exist.

The professors in the institute can only summon their graduate students and doctoral students to complete the final clinical work of the research.

Zheng Ren refused the idea of ​​Su Yun sitting in the front row, and went to the last few rows, randomly selected a corner without anyone to sit down, looked at the screen in front, recalling the local anatomy of the prostate in his heart.

"Are you so withdrawn?" Su Yun sat beside Zheng Ren and asked, "These people are all great people who will intervene in the country in the future. The top big bulls will definitely come from here."

"Oh, I know." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"It's really a waste of my good intentions from Director Pan. You don't think you can do this surgery yourself, right?" Su Yun's expression became colder and more severe as Zheng Ren's indifference.

"I'm casual, it's good to have a few glances."

"Tsk tsk." Su Yun sneered and stopped talking.

After more than ten minutes, seven or eight old professors came in and sat down in a scattered manner. A middle-aged man with straight eyebrows came to the front desk, turned on the computer, and played the produced PPT.

"Everyone, I am the secretary of this project, named Li Haitao." After opening the PPT, the middle-aged man introduced himself, "The important work will be completed by all professors and the young and strong new generations here. I am only responsible for running errands."

The slightly self-modest statement has won the favor of many people.

"Next, let me talk about the professors' recent research results." Li Haitao opened the PPT, and did not talk nonsense, and began to talk about the prostate anatomy.

Although he himself said that he was just an errand secretary, he probably also came from a clinical background. When he was teaching, he was detailed and appropriate. Even if Zheng Ren had 3,000 local anatomical experience, he could not find many mistakes.
Chapter completed!