Chapter 1125: with translation of chapter title

Zhao Wenhua hid in the corner, his teeth nearly getting crushed.

He could feel the envy in the gazes of the many directors present—this undergraduate from a small town, the inpatient chief, how could his luck be so good!

As for going to Mayo, I won't even mention it—just one trip and he's invited to perform surgery, not the company paying for him to go sightseeing.

This is simply unbelievable!

And that's not all—after just one trip they even snagged a visiting professorship for him, leaving him looking disheveled. Now Director Mao sees him, says nothing, looks like he's about to switch sides.

Not even counting the visiting professorship, he also won the favor of a Nobel laureate, who sent him a set of custom-made surgical instruments.

Could it be that Directors Kong, Luo, and Xu, heads of those major clinical departments, are backing him, letting him run roughshod over Ward 912, and that's still not enough?

He snatched the hemostatic forceps from Director Jing's hand; Director Jing said nothing, just stared at the silver box like a pitiful little dog drooling.

MD! This is more than Zhao Wenhua can bear.

I'm not looking, I'm not looking!

Zhao Wenhua truly can't bear to look; Director Jing, you're a senior big shot—why aren't you angry? How can you have no fire at all?

This is simply outrageous.

Zhao Wenhua lowered his head and slipped out of the corner bit by bit, hoping not to draw attention. In fact, no one noticed; everyone's eyes were on the silver box held by the two presidents and Zheng Ren.

"Boss, it's done." Su Yun walked out and said, "Director Jing, you go ahead. Your blood pressure and such are fine—hurry up and send him to the ICU."

During emergency resuscitation, there's no time for politeness, although Su Yun's words were a bit over the top.

Normally orthopedic surgery isn't that urgent, but Director Miao's femoral shaft fracture has the sharp end piercing muscle and skin, leaving it exposed. If not treated immediately, it could lead to serious complications like osteomyelitis, even death.

Originally, the Orthopedics Department's surgery wasn't that urgent, but Director Miao had a femoral shaft fracture, the sharp end piercing the muscle and skin and exposed outside. If not dealt with immediately, there's a risk of serious complications like osteomyelitis, leading to death.

"If you need anything, just tell Director Yuan." Director Yan stood up, looked around, and said, "Old Yuan, this side is handed to you."

"Dr. Zheng, you just got back and already joined the emergency resuscitation—go rest soon." After saying that, President Yan walked out of the operating room with his hands behind his back.

"Doctor Zheng, you just came back and also participated in the emergency rescue; go rest early." After saying that, Director Yan walked out of the operating room with his hands behind his back.

"Follow me." Director Kong suddenly came up beside Zheng Ren, whispering a reminder. This was President Yan having something to say to Zheng Ren, but Zheng Boss didn't catch it.

"Follow me." Director Kong suddenly came up beside Zheng Ren and whispered a reminder. This was Director Yan having something to say to Zheng Ren, but Zheng Lao Ban didn't catch it.

Young people, you still haven't experienced much.

"After the president finishes talking with you, tell me and I'll come find you." Director Kong said softly, then stood silently by the leaded glass, pretending to watch the surgery inside.

"After the director finishes speaking with you, tell me and I'll come find you." Director Kong said softly, then stood silently in front of the lead glass, pretending to look at the Shou Bing inside.

"You think I'm willing to carry your box for you? I'm a future Nobel laureate! If it weren't for you lugging that box around and losing face… when have you ever seen Zou Jiahuah carry anything?" Su Yun scorned Zheng Ren's stinginess.

"You think I'm willing to carry your box? I, young master, am a future Nobel Prize winner! If it weren't for you carrying the box lowering your value... when have you seen Zou Jia Hua ever carry anything?" Su Yun looked down on Zheng Ren's stinginess.

Then he handed the silver-white box to Su Yun, greeted Xie Yiren, and left the operating room.

Vice President Yuan shook his head, then nodded, saying, "Director Kong, keep an eye on Zheng Ren. If he gets poached, you know the consequences."

Vice President Yuan shook his head, then nodded, and said, "Director Kong, keep an eye on Zheng Ren. If he gets poached, you know the consequences."

Director Kong felt troubled, sighed, and said, "President, the eastern tumor side is easy to talk about, but Mayo..."

"I don't care!" Vice President Yuan said coldly: "You're to watch over the cooperation with Mayo Clinic. Lately you've shown Zheng Ren some favor; the little guy repays kindness—he wouldn't even have left Hai Cheng back then."

"I don't care!" Vice President Yuan said coldly: "Keep an eye on the cooperation with Mayo Clinic. As for you lately, you still have some gratitude toward Zheng Ren; the little guy is grateful and will repay you—back then even Hai Cheng was unwilling to leave."

"President, it's not me saying anything." Director Kong is extremely good at seizing opportunities; right now the president is assigning a task while also asking for himself, and if he doesn't speak clearly, he'll miss a good chance.

"Director, it's not that I'm saying anything." Director Kong's ability to seize Opportunity is extremely strong; at this moment the director is assigning tasks but also asking for himself, and if you don't speak clearly, you might miss a good opportunity.

"If I'm here and it really can't be done, I'll go sit at President Yan's house; if it's not resolved, I won't leave." Vice President Yuan said calmly—this is already the biggest concession he can offer.

"If I'm here, if it really doesn't work out, I'll go sit at Director Yan's place; if it's not resolved, I won't leave." Vice President Yuan said calmly; this is already the maximum convenience he can offer.

Even so, he still had no confidence in his heart. If the opponent is Mayo Clinic, does flashing this old face of his even help?

Even so, he still lacked confidence. If the opponent were Mayo Clinic, would flashing this old face of his still be of any use?

Zheng Ren and Su Yun followed President Yan upstairs to the changing room. President Yan had only his office chief beside him, looking like he really wanted to say something.

"Little Zheng, how's living in the capital working out for you? The dorm conditions aren't great—are you used to it?" Office chief Zhang Yang said with a smile, showing concern.

"Little Zheng, how's living in Di Du? The dormitory conditions aren't great; are you used to it?" Office Director Zhang Yang said with a smile, showing concern.

"If you're renting a place outside, make sure you rest well; if you have any trouble, come find me directly." Director Zhang said.

"Jin Zonglu is a bit far from the hospital; I'm thinking about finding a suitable place nearby." Zheng Ren said.

"Golden Palm is a bit far from the Hospital; I'm currently thinking about finding a suitable place near the Hospital," Zheng Ren said.

Office Director Zhang's smile froze as if encountering a cold front.

This Zheng Ren—how can he be impervious to knives and guns!

I wanted to care a bit about his life, let him feel the hospital's warmth—but he lives in Jin Zonglu!

It's an old neighborhood; its residents are either rich or noble, located on the East Third Ring Road, near Chaoyang Park—its location is superb.

This is an old residential area; its residents are either rich or noble, located on East Third Ring Road, relying on Chaoyang Park, and the location isn't too great.

"Jin Zonglu—if I could struggle my whole life and buy a unit there, that'd be great." Director Zhang instantly dropped the act.

"Golden Palm, if I could buy a unit there after a lifetime of struggle, that would be great," Office Director Zhang instantly acted out.

Su Yun carried a white box, head slightly lowered, black hair fluttering in front of her forehead, feeling somewhat pleased.

"Little Zheng, has anyone been in touch with you lately?" President Yan suddenly asked ahead. Leaving the crowd's sight, President Yan also started calling Zheng Ren "Little Zheng," with a tone of intimacy.

"Little Zheng, has anyone contacted you lately?" Director Yan suddenly asked from ahead. Leaving everyone's sight, Director Yan also started calling Zheng Ren Little Zheng, exuding a sense of friendliness.

"Contact?" Zheng Ren didn't understand what Director Yan was saying.

"Well..." He had just uttered two syllables when President Yan saw Zhao Wenhua smoking on a chair in the changing room.

Zhao Wenhua gazed gloomily out the window, unable to fathom how Zheng Ren—just a small doctor from Hai Cheng—could be like a boulder, each attack on him being nullified while rebounding back as infinite critical damage onto himself.

Zhao Wenhua looked gloomily out the window; no matter how he thought, he couldn't understand that Zheng Ren was just a small doctor from Hai Cheng—why is it just like a huge boulder, every attack against him is dissolved into nothing, and yet it inflicts infinite critical damage on himself?

"Hmm?" Director Yan let out an 'hmm', Chief Zhang understood, immediately he went to Zhao Wenhua's side, and he smiled and said, "Professor Zhao, taking a break?"