Chapter 1225: with translation of chapter title

A genius under thirty, what's it to be a bootlicker once? Zhu Liangchen… right, Zhu Liangchen's side has something. I was startled by what Su Yun said, and actually forgot to mention it.

Zhou Chun Yong held his forehead, sighed, and turned back.

All along, he walked back and forth, exactly like an elderly person suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

"Su… Doctor Su, could you trouble you to come again?" Zhou Chun Yong's waist bent to 25°, somewhat strained, looking very aged.

Su Yun frowned, Director Zhou, what's wrong with you? Today you have something on your mind, yet you're still nagging.

Walking out, Su Yun was somewhat impatient.

"Doctor Su, Zheng Lao Ban is in a bad mood, so I won't tell him about this matter; I'll just let you know." Zhou Chun Yong said.

"What matter?" Su Yun was somewhat curious.

"Zhu Liangchen's side is collaborating with an international medical beauty institution, preparing to perform gastric fundus and left gastric Artery embolization." Zhou Chun Yong said, "Originally this matter was first sought from me; I inquired a bit and heard that Lin JiaoJiao and Director Kong's side asked Zheng Lao Ban to do it, so I didn't take it on."

"Huh?" Su Yun uttered an "uh" with eighteen different intonations.

The mountain road has eighteen bends, yet not as many twists as his single word. At this moment, Zhou Chun Yong could feel that Su Yun's mind had surely gone through countless things.

"The international beauty institution sometimes does things that aren't very proper; I know Zheng Lao Ban doesn't care, but isn't this guarding against petty people?" Zhou Chun Yong said.

"Thanks, Director Zhou." Su Yun said politely.

"Has Zheng Lao Ban's side made a breakthrough?" Director Zhou probed.

"The boss doesn't have time for this, and besides, Johns Hopkins Hospital has only reached phase I clinical trials; it's really daring to launch it directly in the Hospital."

"I guess they all saw the prospects and got moved." Zhou Chun Yong recovered a bit, saying with a smile.

"As for the prospects, let them go ahead if they're not afraid of mishaps; there will be a day they cry." Su Yun said coldly.

"Doctor Su, I glanced at that paper from Johns Hopkins Hospital; the Shou Bing isn't that difficult." Director Zhou probed.

To be honest, seeing the data, he too was genuinely moved. The Shou Bing is simple, the prospects broad; anyone in intervention who isn't blind will realize it.

"Hehe." Su Yun gave a cold chuckle, saying, "Director Zhou, you've read my article published in Xin Ying Ge Lan, right?"

Zhou Chun Yong nodded.

"Just reading the article won't let you learn anything. Many failure cases aren't written in the paper, only success rates." Su Yun said: "All are Intervention Department Doctors; without rotating through Xiao Hua Nei Ke, General Surgery Department for a year or more, wanting to perform this new technique still in phase I clinical trials? They're truly unafraid of death."

As they were speaking, Zhao Wenhua walked past Su Yun's side, his face deathly pale.

"Well, look at this person—he's not afraid of death." Su Yun gave Zhao Wenhua a contemptuous glance and said.

This is an internal matter of 912; Zhou Chun Yong doesn't want to get involved, devoting all his energy to learning the new technique and how to kill Zhu Liangchen.

If we were to kill Zhu Liangchen from the angle of his dormitory big brother, wouldn't his expression be wonderful? Thinking of this, Zhou Chun Yong felt especially happy.

Having agreed to have the visiting professor's materials sent over and to help pick them up, he then bade farewell to Su Yun. When Zhou Chun Yong left, he felt refreshed and his steps quickened.

Su Yun turned around, saw the nurse station's phone ringing, and then the Head Nurse began arranging patient transfers.

Just now, was Zhao Wenhua going to the thoracic department? Su Yun thought. He admitted defeat quickly; if he'd been a few hours slower, we couldn't have killed him!

Su Yun felt somewhat regretful, but thinking that Zheng Ren's words were correct, wanting to kill Zhao Wenhua… this guy simply isn't in the boss's eyes, right? To mess with him? No time.

"As long as the patient is fine, who has the energy to wrangle with a mere Team-leading Professor?" Su Yun thought, and paused slightly.

When did the Team-leading Professor of 912 become so worthless?

He returned to the office and told Zheng Ren: "A few matters—Zhou Chun Yong's side voluntarily asked to pick up the person, so Xiao Feng doesn't need to be so busy."

"Mm, go ahead, it doesn't matter." Zheng Ren gave a perfunctory reply.

"The patient has been transferred to thoracic surgery; I'll go up to take a look when the Shou Bing happens."

"No need." Zheng Ren said, "It's just placing a clip on the intercostal Artery under Thoracoscope; the anesthesia time is longer than the Shou Bing time, why go join the fuss."

"Let's go take a look, anyway idle is idle." Su Yun said while pulling out his phone, sending a message to Fang Lin to inform him when he's in Shou Bing.

"Furthermore, Zhu Liangchen's side is collaborating with an international medical beauty institution, having started gastric fundus Artery embolization Shou Bing ahead of others."

"His skill isn't enough." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Who knows? What Zhou Chun Yong said—I don't know if this guy is trying to stir things up. But I think there's nothing to it; just leave it be, the Community Hospital probably won't finish renovations anytime soon." Su Yun also didn't care.

"Truly ignorant and fearless." Zheng Ren sighed.

Su Yun looked down at Zheng Ren, thinking this guy's confidence is truly ample. Those who know realize he's talking about the director of a liver and gallbladder ward in Di Du, an ignorant person; those who don't might think he's referring to some junior doctor.

Turning his head back, he saw Liu Zewei's bald head shining, earnestly writing medical records in a trance; Su Yun smiled.

Damn, these days feel a bit dreamlike.

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Yimei Beauty, in the chairman's office, Lin JiaoJiao gazed sternly at the woman before her, remaining silent for a while.

"Sister Lin, the child's side is too willful; I here…" the woman sighed and said.

"It's not that I insist on keeping you here for surgery; there are plenty of girls wanting surgery worldwide, not lacking one or two." Lin JiaoJiao's voice slightly cold, she said: "Do you know who I found for you to perform the Shou Bing? Zheng Lao Ban, nominated for this year's Nobel Prize Nomination and a visiting professor at the world Rank first Hospital—so many people want his Shou Bing but can't get it."

The woman murmured, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

"This treatment technique is still in phase I clinical trials in the United States, and Zheng Lao Ban is doing it for safety. On the construction side, I've been pushing as hard as I can. It's all old connections; I'll give you the straight truth: it's best not to do this Shou Bing, the risk is too great. Even if you want to do it, you must find the best doctor."

"Ah, Sister Lin, I know what you said; this time I'm sorry to you, from now on…"

"It's fine." Lin JiaoJiao shook her head, "Hope nothing happens."

The woman said many apologetic words, but seeing Lin JiaoJiao preoccupied, after a while she took her leave.

Walking out of the office, her expression carried a hint of disdain, "Director Zhu said it's a minor Shou Bing, just trying to trap people."