Chapter 1025: 1002 Setting the Pace

"Don't call Zheng Ren anymore." Vice President Yuan said: "Come on, let's go take a look at the patient."

Director Cai and Director Kong exchanged a glance, followed behind Vice President Yuan, and arrived at the door of Zou Jia Hua's ward.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and Lin Yuan Sheng walked out from inside.

"This is Mr. Zou's personal doctor, Doctor Lin Yuan Sheng." Director Cai introduced: "This is our hospital's President Yuan."

"President Yuan, greetings." Lin Yuan Sheng greeted in halting Mandarin.

Vice President Yuan nodded and asked: "Is Mr. Zou resting?"

"No, he's working. Please come in." Lin Yuan Sheng stepped aside, smiling, and ushered the three in.

Entering the ward, they saw Zou Jia Hua sitting on the sofa, beside him stood a man in a dark blue suit and a young woman. He wore glasses, with several documents in front of him that he was reviewing.

"Really busy," Vice President Yuan thought, feeling wistful.

I'm in charge of the clinical affairs of Ward 912, which is already busy enough, but this kind of busyness is different from Zou Jia Hua's busyness.

For them, it's their own business—life and death, wealth and status—and they care even more.

After Director Cai's introduction, Zou Jia Hua rose from his chair, took off his glasses, walked over with a grin, and shook hands with Vice President Yuan.

"President Yuan, I owe you big time this time." Zou Jia Hua laughed.

"Are you satisfied with this? If you need anything, contact me directly; otherwise, you won't even be able to see Old Tian's face in Yangcheng."

"You're too polite; the technical level of Ward 912 is high—isn't it already fine?" Zou Jia Hua said with a grin.

"All good?"

Basically, but we still need to observe for a few more days. Doctor Lin and Doctor Zheng both say, according to their assessment, there's no major problem. President Yuan, you've cultivated an amazing talent. Zou Jia Hua laughed: "Please, have a seat."

Everyone sat down, Zou Yu brewed tea, and the ward was filled with the scent of tea.

Director Cai felt they were putting on airs; now you couldn't tell this was a hospital ward at all.

"Why didn't Doctor Zheng come?" Zou Jia Hua asked after sitting down.

"He's still in surgery." Director Kong replied.

Zou Jia Hua chuckled. This young man—indeed, it's not just for himself. Their hospital's president comes to visit patients, yet the attending physicians don't accompany him; such a person… unless his technical level is top-notch, otherwise he'll never amount to anything in his lifetime.

"Thanks, Doctor Zheng." Zou Jia Hua's thoughts and words were completely different: "Before coming, I never imagined I could actually solve the problem."

"Really no problem?" Vice President Yuan asked: "Let me get the Director of Cardiology to take a look."

"No need." Zou Jia Hua gave a restrained smile and said: "I've been dealing with this for over a decade, tried countless methods, none worked. Doctor Zheng performed the surgery on me, and now I can finally sleep soundly."

Vice President Yuan saw that Zou Jia Hua looked fine and relaxed. After a bit of small talk, Zou Jia Hua politely declined to provide last night's ECG data for the Cardiology Department's consultation in Ward 912.

Seeing that he was fine, Vice President Yuan soon took his leave.

"President Yuan, look—he lives here, all his data is closed off, making work difficult." Director Cai said helplessly.

"No need to worry about it; just keep the medical records clear. If anything really happens, it's not on me, right?" What Vice President Yuan was actually thinking about wasn't this, but Zou Jia Hua's attitude.

He could sense Zou Jia Hua's relaxed mindset, which couldn't be faked.

As for why he wouldn't share the data, treating it as privacy, Vice President Yuan couldn't be bothered to care.

Better not to give it—if this matter can stay untouched, let it stay untouched.

Even the Mayo Clinic can't handle this disease—why join in the fuss?

Only someone like Zheng Ren, a young person, would rush in. Whether for fame or to heal and save lives, in short, only young people would do this.

"Director Kong, as a senior comrade, you need to get a grip on the pace." As they walked, Vice President Yuan said.

Director Kong somehow ended up taking the blame again.

Although he knew about Zou Jia Hua's situation, it was a call from Wu Lao in Pengcheng. Most importantly, Director Kong never expected Zheng Ren to perform the surgery overnight.

Thinking about it now, he broke out in a cold sweat.

With all these points, how could Director Kong not know?

"Yes, Zheng Lao Ban is still young, moves too fast—I can barely keep up with his pace." Director Kong whispered.

Zheng Ren is a fine young man, Director Kong, your eye for talent is still good. Polish him well, don't let a promising seedling go crooked.

Hearing Vice President Yuan say that, Director Kong gave a bitter smile. "Polish him? What a joke." What he's actually worried about is that Zheng Lao Ban is too outstanding—not that he needs to mold a piece of raw jade according to his own will.

That said, his own judgment is definitely sound. Thinking this, Director Kong also smiled.

Seeing Vice President Yuan off, Director Kong headed to the Intervention Department, walking and pondering, his mind a thousand threads.

Zheng Ren's steps are indeed a bit big, and there are still hidden dangers. The worst fear is that someone will invoke those long-forgotten outdated rules to cause trouble.

Those regulations sit there, untouched for over a decade. But regulations are regulations—if someone latches onto a minor violation, it's no fun.

Where's the problem?

Director Kong thought of it.

Performing flying knife procedures isn't registered in the hospital; Zheng Ren probably forgot about that.

Returning to the department, Director Kong saw Su Yun bending over something, walked over, and asked: "Su Yun, what are you busy with?"

"Director Kong, what do you need?" Su Yun replied, not standing on ceremony, though respectful, she got straight to the point.

"Let's see what you're up to."

"The Mayo Clinic side wants Boss to come over for surgery, but Boss says there's too much going on here and wants to wait. I'm actually just letting them know—I'll go when I have time; anyway, they're not in a rush." Su Yun said.

Director Kong was stunned.

"Mayo Clinic?"

"Yeah." Su Yun answered matter-of-factly.

Damn it. Just now Vice President Yuan was talking about keeping the pace in check, and over here Zheng Lao Ban has already received an invitation from the Mayo Clinic to go perform flying knife procedures.

And he's still talking about setting the pace—where to take it, how to take it!

Director Kong stood there dumbfounded for a while.

"Director Kong, please sit. Seeing you standing like that makes me feel awkward to sit." Su Yun made a joke.

Director Kong wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words.

"Prepare Zheng Lao Ban's and your personal information, then go out for the surgery, and say hello to the Medical Department." Director Kong said: "You're not familiar with this; I'll go."

Su Yun's hand froze in midair, but they immediately smiled and said, "Director, I'll go."

Don't waste words, have the information ready.

Su Yun was stunned, then gave a helpless smile.