Chapter 1035: 1012 You also don't understand

1012 You also don't understand? (Silver Alliance Three Seven Interactive Entertainment Li Yifei extra update 3)

Sun Ming was about to go eat lunch when the two brothers knocked and came in.

"President Sun, sorry to bother you again." The middle-aged man said politely.

"Huh? Finished?" Sun Ming asked.

"Director Kong said, let us do some more checks. Actually…" saying that, the middle-aged man hesitated a bit.

They are relatives on Sun Ming's spouse's side, relatives from the hometown that you can't even reach with a pole eight lengths long. For such matters, Sun Ming can help or not help. But having been idle for a long time, when people from the hometown come, lending a hand can also earn awe and respect, so Sun Ming is still not stingy.

But looking at the middle-aged man's expression, he knew there must be a problem, he muttered to himself inwardly, yet didn't speak, instead picking up his tea and using the teapot lid to skim off the foam.

Nowadays the tea leaves are much better than ten or several decades ago; Sun Ming likes this taste, and his office is also equipped with the appropriate tea set. But he still retains the old habit from his youth of drinking broken tea, which is hard to change, and he doesn't want to change it.

The motion of skimming the tea foam each time lets him recall the scenes of his youthful, verdant years; it's also a kind of memory kill.

Seeing Sun Ming not speak, the middle-aged man, being tactful, approached and said: "Director Kong glanced at the films, then called a young doctor over to have a look. He also didn't say hospitalization was needed, wrote a bunch of tests, and asked us to come here to do them."

"Huh?" Sun Ming instantly felt unhappy.

Old Kong this old thing is trying to manipulate me, huh?

Also, I've known Old Kong for a long time; although our ranks differ quite a bit, eating and drinking together is still harmonious. It's just looking at the films, not a big deal, so why is Old Kong refusing?

He drank a sip of tea without changing expression, savoring the aftertaste, while in his heart he was calculating why Director Kong refused to see the patient.

After a dozen or so seconds, the office was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

"Is it because you didn't give Director Kong a consultation fee?" Sun Ming asked, speaking vaguely. This was the only reason he could think of, but even so, it didn't really match his impression of Director Kong.

"We gave it, a full ten thousand, but Director Kong didn't want it." The middle-aged man immediately said.

"That's strange," Sun Ming wondered, yet he said unhurriedly: "It's fine, I'll give Old Kong a call."

After he said that, he didn't pick up the phone but continued drinking tea. His gaze was vacant, and the two brothers couldn't tell what he meant.

Sun Ming felt helpless inside; these hometown relatives really don't know the rules. He was about to call Director Kong to find out what's going on on that side, and they were just preparing to listen in?

"Go out first, I'll call you after I finish the call." Sun Ming finally couldn't help but make it clear.

"Oh, oh." The middle-aged man bowed his waist, showing utter humility, turned and left.

Sun Ming saw the office door close, immediately picked up his phone, found Director Kong's number, and dialed.

"Old Kong, the hometown relatives told me, what's the situation on your end?" Sun Ming asked.

He and Director Kong were quite familiar, an old acquaintance, so he wasn't overly polite.

"President Sun, to be honest, I saw a problem in the images, so I asked Zheng Lao Ban to help take a look. It's because your relatives think Zheng Lao Ban is young and don't trust him." The voice came from the other end of the phone, Director Kong's words.

"Zheng Lao Ban? Who is that?" Sun Ming tried to recall, but couldn't remember which Zheng-surnamed team-leading professor was in the Intervention Department.

Could he be an academician?

Sun Ming continued trying to recall, but soon Director Kong's words interrupted his train of thought.

"He's Zheng Ren, Zheng Lao Ban, whom I recruited from Northern Province."

His words were full of pride; Sun Ming could even imagine Director Kong's expression and actions on the other end of the phone.

This old guy, what's there to show off about just hiring a young doctor and feeling proud?

"Whose doctorate is it?" Sun Ming probed.

"I actually wanted to take him on as my doctoral student, but unfortunately." Director Kong didn't get to the point, laughing, "I'm afraid it won't be long before Zheng Lao Ban becomes a doctoral advisor."

"Oh, so he's a team-leading professor, right? How old is he? My hometown relatives said, he's a young doctor who looked at the images and then wrote a bunch of tests."

"Team-leading professor…" Director Kong sighed over the term; if he really were a team-leading professor, that would be great, less worry.

"A team-leading professor stronger than you, Old Kong, you're not afraid of raising a tiger to become a threat?"

"He's not a team-leading professor; I allocated six beds for him and begged Zheng Lao Ban to come do research here."

Upon hearing that, Sun Ming was stunned.

He knew the value of a 912 hospital bed.

On his side, over a hundred beds combined might not even match the value of a single bed in Director Kong's hands.

This is the difference between a top-tier tertiary hospital and a community hospital.

To just give away six beds like that and still have to beg people to come over? This is pure bullshit.

"Old Kong, don't joke around." Sun Ming was a bit unhappy, "Hometown relatives, if you're fooling me on your end, I'll lose all face. How will I ever go back?"

"If I were fooling you, I wouldn't have asked Zheng Lao Ban to look at the images." Director Kong was also unhappy, though he seemed to be doing it on purpose, then said: "If you want face, just bring your relatives to finish all the tests, then come find Zheng Lao Ban—I'll happen to introduce you."

"Uh…"

"Hurry up, tomorrow Zheng Lao Ban is going to the Mayo Clinic to perform surgery." Over the phone, Director Kong's voice sounded somewhat illusory to Sun Ming.

"Mayo Clinic?" Sun Ming asked instinctively.

Although he only manages a community hospital, anyone in the medical field with a slightly higher level knows about the Mayo Clinic.

Being number one in the world is not just empty talk. Well, although this world's number one is only recognized in cardiology by everyone, the first operating room, the first ambulance (cart) were indeed created by the Mayo Clinic.

No, he must have misheard, Sun Ming thought.

"Yes, I just asked Zheng Lao Ban's assistant; the Mayo Clinic side encountered a complex case they couldn't resolve and sent an invitation to Zheng Lao Ban. If it weren't for Zheng Lao Ban wanting to stop by Germany to do a teaching surgery, he probably wouldn't have gone to the Mayo Clinic."

"……"

"Zheng Lao Ban is busy, really no time." Director Kong, having achieved all his goals and mischievous intentions, laughed and said: "Old Sun, to give you face, I specially asked Zheng Lao Ban to read the films; you've turned out well, biting me back. I tell you, over this matter, that bottle of Moutai at your place won't be kept."

Sun Ming was speechless.

"Let me tell you this, Zheng Lao Ban is doing research here; you think I'm joking? This year's Nobel Prize candidate projects—you go look them up." Director Kong said, "It's fine, I'll hang up; Zheng Lao Ban leaves tomorrow, today the test items will come out, so hurry over to find me, otherwise if you can't see the patient, don't blame me."

"……" Sun Ming continued to be silent.

"Don't take advantage and then act obedient; the Mayo Clinic seeks Zheng Lao Ban to read films, starting at a hundred thousand dollars. You here get free readings, yet you still look down on Zheng Lao Ban for being young—your relatives don't understand, and neither do you?"