Chapter 1029: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Lao Ban, greeting. Lin Ge walked to the office, saw Zheng Ren sitting inside, a genuine smile on his face, and strode in.

Zhao Wenhua was taken aback. Is this a case of praise after criticism? But this smile is too exaggerated, right?

He felt the script had already surpassed his design.

Zheng Ren stood up, looking bewildered, helplessly gazing at Lin Ge. Zhao Wenhua felt a surge of contempt; how long has he been at 912 and still not know any of the agency's department heads? What low EQ must he have? Someone like him, not dying would be unjust.

Director Lin, you're free today, huh. Su Yun said with a smile from the side.

Director Lin, greeting. Zheng Ren immediately reached out his hand, his expression brightening a bit.

Don't call me Director Director, I'm the deputy director; just call me Brother Lin. Lin Ge laughed.

His name is quite a pun, he's been like that since school. But making such a homophone joke in this setting is a bit too informal.

Lin Ge reevaluated Zheng Ren, casually cracked a joke to draw them closer.

This isn't Director Kong going to see Director Ye to file for your going to the Mayo Clinic to perform the Flying Knife, is it? I came to see what I can do. Lin Ge said.

Just give me a heads-up; I'd be happy to go, no need for you to make the trip. Su Yun said from the side.

Zhao Wenhua was stunned.

What's going on?

The facts were like an untethered wild horse, bolting away. Its hooves flung at Zhao Wenhua's face, nearly knocking him senseless.

Going to the Mayo Clinic for surgery? Director Kong personally went to the Medical Department to file? No, how would the Mayo Clinic invite Zheng Ren to do surgery?

Those people are so arrogant, their contempt for peers has reached the extreme. Not to mention domestically, even internationally renowned hospitals like the Mayo Clinic rarely invite people to perform surgery.

Being number one in the world isn't just an empty title.

And Lin Ge this guy is just here rushing to flatter, not… Zhao Wenhua felt a stifling sensation in his chest, old blood surging.

The hospital now requires the agency to be service-oriented, to serve clinical needs and solve actual difficulties. Zheng Lao Ban's administrative matters certainly shouldn't require you to personally run them. Lin Ge laughed.

He didn't know who Su Yun was, so his conversation always revolved around Zheng Ren. But Lin Ge noticed that since entering the room, the nearby staffer Xiao Wang's face was glowing with a lovestruck look.

The coy aura she exuded was full of sweet-and-sour, reminiscent of first love.

Lin Ge already had a rough guess in his mind: the mole is Xiao Wang! But is that important? Not at all.

Fortunately, thanks to Xiao Wang, I didn't make a mistake.

But this young man is really handsome; it's a waste to keep him in the hospital. Just join a boy band and he'd be a hot traffic star.

Why stay in the hospital? Just to scheme people?

Lin Ge exchanged a few words with Zheng Ren, smiling, then was pushed over to Su Yun's side.

All administrative work was handed to Su Yun; Zheng Ren saved effort and worry.

Su Yun spoke politely to Lin Ge, but the more so, the more Lin Ge felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The document pressed underneath must be from that handsome young man's hand. Truly sinister; dealing with him requires caution, Lin Ge thought to himself.

Zhao Wenhua stood at the doorway, hearing everything clearly.

It turned out the Mayo Clinic really was looking for Zheng Ren to do surgery, and the Medical Department really had come to the site to work, to "relieve his worries and solve his difficulties" for Zheng Ren.

All of this was completely unlike what he had imagined.

Zhao Wenhua felt a surge of resentful anger and simply turned and left.

At the moment he turned his head, it seemed he saw Su Yun also looking at him, her face bearing a strange expression, as if saying to him—this time you're lucky.

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Director Ye flipped through the printed documents, lost in thought.

Looking out the window, today's weather is really nice, blue sky with white clouds; it seems it'll get hot soon. My English has been neglected for a long time; reading this document is quite a strain. I should find time to brush up.

After a while, Director Ye rose, left the office, went upstairs to Vice President Yuan's office.

Waiting to report work to Vice President Yuan were two other department heads; Director Ye greeted them with a smile.

Director Ye, you're here to report work, come on, you first. The head of Neurology said with a chuckle.

Regarding the Medical Department, all clinical departments hold a reverent yet distant attitude.

No problem, let's queue together. Director Ye was in high spirits.

Is there something to celebrate? Director Ye usually wears a grim face, given that clinical departments dealing with the Medical Department mostly encounter medical disputes; it's rare for his expression to look good.

But today, every wrinkle on his face brimmed with joy and delight.

This isn't that Intervention Department's Zheng Lao Ban has been invited by the Mayo Clinic to perform surgery; I'm here to report to the leadership. Director Ye gently shook the printed paper in his hand, full of English words, revealing another kind of demeanor.

Mayo Clinic? The head of Neurology was taken aback.

This is the kind of thing one has heard of but never seen.

Everyone knows the Mayo Clinic, but the Mayo Clinic certainly doesn't know them, even if they're a big director at 912.

Going to the Mayo Clinic for surgery? Director Ye, are you sure you're not joking?

But he didn't dare say that out loud, only able to chuckle: "You're dealing with a big matter, after you, after you."

Director Ye also didn't hold back, stepped forward and said with a laugh: "Old Kong's eyes are truly sharp; he's dug up a treasure."

That was in the past; now Zheng Lao Ban is one of us at 912. During the earthquake relief, he wore military gear and rushed to the front lines, shedding blood and making sacrifices. The Neurology chief said, "Why didn't other hospitals get an invitation from the Mayo Clinic, but here at 912 he did—surely it's because Director Ye and the hospital leadership value him."

That statement sounded a bit hollow, but it matched Director Ye's mood; they chatted a while, then the reporting department head came out, and Director Ye walked in laughing.

Seeing Director Ye's mouth split to his ears, the newly emerged department head wondered, how could the perpetually stern-faced Director Ye be so happy today?

Has the sun risen in the west?

Seeing Director Ye walk in, the door closed, the newly emerged department head asked, "What's going on?"

The Zheng Lao Ban that Old Kong of Intervention dug up is going to the Mayo Clinic to perform the Flying Knife; this isn't Director Ye coming to report to the hospital. The Neurology chief said.

His tone mixed envy and jealousy; his inner self was not as calm as his exterior.

I… go to the Mayo Clinic? Really? I saw that Zheng Lao Ban once in the cafeteria; he's quite a young guy. I thought Old Kong was taking on an apprentice to train well, but I didn't expect he'd actually scooped up a big tree!