"Stop, I'm going back." Su Yun and Zheng Ren sent the two directors away, glanced at the time, and said.

Zheng Ren was very helpless and wanted to go back to the guesthouse. In the hospital, even in a single room, he was not feeling well.

But this was Professor Gu's kindness, and he couldn't refuse an old man.

Well, that's all I have to go back to the ward.

The two parted ways. Zheng Ren returned to the single room and saw Feng Xuhui standing foolishly in the corner, but he still couldn't recover until now.

"Manager Feng, what are you thinking?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No, no. Mr. Zheng, what were you talking about just now?" Feng Xuhui asked in a low voice.

He always felt that he had heard it wrong, what about the Lancet... Mr. Zheng's assistant actually published a paper on "The Lancet"? And Director Kong asked Mr. Zheng to do the project he was doing actually wanted to publish it on "The Lancet"?

It's impossible, it must be because I heard it wrong.

"It seems that it is a new differential diagnosis method and procedure for small liver cancer nodules and mutated cirrhosis nodules. We need to go to the Lancet to publish it." Zheng Ren said indifferently: "Is there anything else? If it's okay, I'm ready to rest."

"It's okay, it's okay." Feng Xuhui quickly laughed, said goodbye to Zheng Ren, and left the single room.

Feng Xuhui left, his mind was drowsy, like a walking corpse.

There are too many things I don’t understand, so I really need to digest them well.

Zheng Ren opened the window, poured cold air in, took a few deep breaths, and felt a little more energetic.

Can the identification method I have figured out by myself be published in "The Lancet"? Zheng Ren thought about it and found that he was not interested in it.

Whether or not you can get real benefits is one thing.

Whether or not it can cure the disease and save the patient is the point that Zheng Ren is concerned about.

As for "The Lancet", it is too far away from me, and Zheng Ren doesn't miss it at all. There are many great principles. Zheng Ren doesn't think about it too much, and it is enough to keep his original intention.

The biggest benefit of the task of [Starting the First of the Condor Heroes] is that there is a lot of surgical training time to use. If it is really necessary, Zheng Ren will definitely not be reluctant to leave it as important as Su Yun said.

But the problem is that Zheng Ren is not sure whether he wants to strengthen training.

With current technical level, Zheng Ren feels that he can handle similar patients.

After Zheng Ren woke up, he looked at the round moon for a while and then closed the window, washed up carefully, lay on the bed and chatted with Xie Yiren on WeChat, and greeted him good night.

This seems to be the easiest moment of the day.

...

...

Qin Liren stood in front of the hospital ward, very distressed.

He used to be of high status and had countless disciples. However, after retirement, he inevitably experienced neglect in the family.

His mentality was severely unbalanced. In the second year of retirement, the retired veteran cadre had a physical examination and found liver cancer.

The old friends of the past disappeared without a trace. Even if you say a few greetings, no one cares about his well-being and treats himself as his own father as before.

He was very disappointed.

A day ago, I received a call from Boss Bu in Haicheng.

Bu Ruotian had pancreatic cancer, and Qin Liren knew about this. Bu Ruotian found a Japanese professor to take surgery, and he also knew about this.

I originally thought that I could talk to each other with the same disease.

But Qin Liren never expected that Bu Ruotian would recommend a local doctor from Haicheng to treat him.

Tolerating the anger in his heart, Qin Liren hung up the phone and threw countless things into the study!

Bu Ruotian is so damn, I’m retired! It’s okay if I don’t care about my well-being, but I just found a little doctor to fool myself. Is this humiliating myself?!

Many years ago, when Bu Ruotian only ran a small restaurant, the two met by chance.

Qin Liren asked himself, over the years, he had given Bu Ruotian a lot of care. But when he suffered, he actually put a destruction on the wrong side!

This doggy god!

Qin Liren was so angry that he couldn't let out a sigh of anger. He was very disappointed because he had retired. If he had not retired, who would dare to tease him like this?!

I booked the air ticket immediately and contacted my old friend in the imperial capital.

Although cancer is terrible, what makes him most afraid of is the warmth and warmth of human feelings after retirement.

Fortunately, my friends in the imperial capital did not treat Qin Liren coldly, and promised to find the best doctor to treat him.

The next day, Qin Liren flew to the imperial capital.

With the help of a friend, he did not wait for ten days or half a month, but went through the hospitalization procedures directly and was admitted to the well-known high-level tertiary hospital.

But...is this hospitalization?

Qin Liren stood in front of the ward, looking embarrassed.

There were four patients and more than a dozen families in a ward. The air in the ward was extremely dirty, which made Qin Liren feel that it was difficult to breathe.

That's not all. One of the patients has advanced cancer, with a pale complexion and a thin face, and his eyes are so obvious. Qin Liren has a feeling that he is reminding himself that this is his tomorrow.

I really can't stand it! Qin Liren no longer hesitated, picked up the phone and called.

"Old Xu, thank you for your help."

"The ward conditions are too poor. Do you think you can get a single room? The money is not a problem."

"Oh, then I get it."

Soon, Qin Liren hung up the phone in disappointment and stood blankly at the door of the ward.

But they are all called Grade A hospitals, and Haicheng is incomparable to the provincial capital, and the provincial capital is incomparable to the imperial capital. The general Grade A hospitals in the imperial capital are incomparable to the top Grade A hospitals in the country.

Finding a ward and arranging hospitalization requires a huge favor, as for a single room...

Qin Liren's friend refused very directly. He told Qin Liren that it had no relationship with money. When Qin Liren was not retired, he could not get into a single room, let alone after retirement, the tea was cold.

"Old man, come in." Qin Liren's lover whispered.

"Hmph!" Qin Liren was unhappy, as if he had been seen by someone to see something shameful, and snorted coldly.

It is a problem to enter, or not to enter.

Qin Liren was not old yet and his mind was very fast. In an instant, he planned several plans.

Return to the provincial capital, find a hospital with good conditions, and then invite professors from the Imperial City or the Magic City to take the surgery.

Or just stay here and endure...

Qin Liren hesitated for a while, and finally gave up his plan to return to the provincial capital and walked into the ward with his suitcase.

"Brother, are you hospitalized? How many days have you been waiting in?" A honest, honest, but very enthusiastic middle-aged man saw Qin Liren walk in and greet him and chat.

Qin Liren frowned and said nothing.

The man seemed not to notice Qin Liren's slightly disgusted expression and continued, "I waited outside for a month and was lucky. I met Dr. Sun before I came in."

"I have been waiting for a month and a half. It's really difficult to get in the hospital in the imperial capital." Another patient said.

Qin Liren felt a little better at this time.

Although I had known in advance that it was difficult for a hospital in the imperial capital to have a bed, Qin Liren felt much better after hearing what the people in the same ward said.

The air doesn't seem so unacceptable.
Chapter completed!