"Boss Zheng..." Mr. Peng pondered for a few moments, then asked, "Why do you say that?"

Why, there are countless people asking about countless things every day.

Zheng Ren felt that he could not answer for a moment, so he could only smile.

"I have seen many of the live broadcasts of surgery you have done. The level is indeed very high, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a shocking success. Kong Deming's eyes are good, and he dug you out." Mr. Peng said lightly, "For projects that cooperate with Nobel Prize winners, the Natural Science Foundation will naturally give the green light. This is a national policy, so I don't have to accept my favor."

“…”

Zheng Ren knew that Mr. Peng was wrong.

To be honest, Zheng Ren doesn’t care much about how Zhou Chunyong does that. It doesn’t matter who takes the bus, what’s important lies in the project itself.

"The more you use too much force, the more likely you make mistakes." Mr. Peng smiled slightly and said, "My lover always said to grow old gracefully when he was young. Dr. Zheng and Dr. Su, have you considered this issue?"

"Old Peng..."

"Old Peng, I don't know whether to say it or not." Su Yun interrupted Zheng Ren and asked softly.

"As long as you say that, you must follow the ugly words, just say it." Mr. Peng, "Respect is mutual. When facing the objective truth, you must still be rational and objective."

"You are right, Mr. Peng." Su Yun smiled, "Actually, we have never applied for the Natural Science Foundation of China. To put it bluntly, that little money is too small and not enough to spend."

Bao Longtao's face changed and he glared at Su Yun.

Su Yun said with a smile, "We have connections with some capital parties. Scientific research is a place for money. Our country cannot spend money on medical care for the time being. Just like those pharmaceutical factories and equipment factories, they are mostly generic drugs and consumables."

Mr. Peng didn't care, so he nodded slightly, agreeing with Su Yun's statement.

"So, we have nothing to do with the Natural Science Foundation today. I just heard about this... Oh, you don't know the temper of my boss, you are very fucked." Su Yun complained.

Instead of showing timid respect for Mr. Peng, he talked freely like his most favored children and grandchildren, saying whatever he thought and said straightforwardly.

But Mr. Peng seemed to be very fond of this set and listened quietly.

"He cares about any patient. You see, his hair is half white. It was caused by a small patient who was worried about a foreign scientific research institution a few days ago."

Mr. Peng looked at Zheng Ren's hair carefully again and smiled slightly.

"I say these are refuting what you just said. In the eyes of the boss, your lover is just a patient. We visited him just to make it clear that there is a way to solve the problem in front of us. It has nothing to do with us. It is the favor of Dean Bao and Director Zhou."

"Hahaha, Xiao Su, you are so quick-witted." Old Peng smiled, "We have already thought about life and death. My lover just doesn't want to suffer. It's meaningless to see how many people are struggling with ventilators for so many years."

"No." Zheng Ren changed his vagueness when he explained the condition to the patient's family in the past, and said with certainty, "I can control the operation within about 40 minutes. According to the situation reposted by Dean Bao, the teacher of the Imperial Capital Hospital judged that your lover had undergone an hour of surgery and the risk of anesthesia was still possible."

Mr. Peng was a little surprised. He had a very detailed understanding of the operation. In the end, he wanted to give up and was the result of careful consideration. However, Dr. Zheng ran and said that he could complete the operation in 40 minutes. If it was true, this matter would be a big deal.

As he said that, Zheng Ren paused and said, "When I was in Haicheng, I met a patient who was about to be old. Her lover refused to be rescued."

Mr. Peng didn't say anything, just looked at the young man seriously.

"I went to the rounds at night and heard her reciting the Records of the Grand Historian at the bedside, the chapter of Xiang Yu's Chronicle." Zheng Ren said, "Indeed, flowers will bloom again and there will be no more youth. But your lover's situation is different. All the organs are functioning well and their minds are clear. Just now, your two elders were still playing chess. It is just a zenker diverticulum. If you do the corresponding treatment, you should be able to resume eating and your body will get better quickly."

"Uh..." Mr. Peng was originally determined. This kind of old man could not be said to be out of his mind by someone.

But he hesitated a little when he looked at Zheng Ren's steady and determined expression.

"Director Bao sent the surgical plan to experts. Although it was temporarily discussed by Su Yun and I, I think it is reasonable. Judging from your lover's situation, it would be a pity not to try it."

"What will happen after the operation? It is highly likely that they are all my own people, so there is no need to be careless about me." Mr. Peng asked.

"Relieve the esophageal obstruction caused by diverticulum compression and you can eat after a period of time. The surgery is not about completely removing the diverticulum, but about reducing it to improve the quality of your lover's survival."

"To be honest, a thorough operation is not necessary. The purpose of the operation is to correct the pressure of the esophagus, not to completely solve the diverticulum, so I discussed with Su Yun and I reduced the operation and then reduced it."

"I estimate that postoperative re-examination of the upper gastrointestinal barium meal angiography and electronic gastroscopy can confirm that the pharyngeal diverticulum cavity is significantly reduced and the esophageal cavity is unobstructed. As long as you can eat, it's still what I said just now, it's just a diverticulum, and there is no need to completely remove it."

Zheng Ren said calmly.

There is no need to completely remove it, this sentence touched Mr. Peng.

This plan is radical and conservative, and conservative contains a bit of radicalism. Mr. Peng had already accepted his fate and did not want to do too much treatment, so as not to be too frustrated.

He looked at Zheng Ren silently, looking at the young man who had become famous in Jinghua in less than a year.

He is honest and steady, and looks young, but is not arrogant, giving people a very down-to-earth feeling.

"I'll think about it and discuss it with my lover." Mr. Peng said softly.

"Mr. Peng, can you tell me about the designed surgical plan?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No need." Mr. Peng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Professional matters are still done by professionals. I am a brave man and I don't understand what you are talking about."

Mr. Peng said this a bit politely, but he showed his unquestionable intention to employ people.

Zheng Ren nodded, put his hands on his legs, sat upright, and watched Mr. Peng enter the house.

"Boss Zheng, it's not a doubt. Can you really do it in 40 minutes?" Bao Longtao asked.

"Absolutely." Zheng Ren said, "It's possible to be all on my medical team, with tacit cooperation. It's about 45 minutes, there's no problem with this time."

"What about anesthesia?"

"Well? 45 minutes is counted as anesthesia time." Zheng Ren said, "Don't the surgery time you usually say is counted as anesthesia?"

“…”

Bao Longtao and Zhou Chunyong were both stunned. The 45-minute surgery was actually a course that included the anesthesia time...

Not only them, but even Su Yun looked at his boss in silence.
Chapter completed!