Chapter 1794: 1732 Still Able to Make Requests

I……

Hearing Su Yun say that, Lin Ge was stunned.

Massachusetts General Hospital, a teaching collaboration—what a massive political achievement project!

Leaving aside whether it has any promotional effect on 912, just this name alone is enough to shock everyone!

When the time comes to go out for a meeting, from Director Yan down to me, and even the team‑leading professor, speaking out will be all about how we and Massachusetts General Hospital are… Even some professors who like to show off will have MassachusettsGeneralHospita on their lips.

This golden signboard is enough to make everyone else shut up.

Whether or not they're convinced in their hearts, at the very least they must show submission with their mouths!

With such a huge political achievement project, if I just move a bit and express my intention, who could say no?!

As the legend goes, Zheng Lao Ban brings prosperity to people, and it's really true.

Following Zheng Lao Ban truly brings endless benefits!

What have I done? Lin Ge asked himself.

Going to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, firmly standing on Zheng Lao Ban's side, slapping the Medical University Affiliated Hospital's face left and right—it's exhilarating.

As for other matters, coming to the clinic to participate in rescues—isn't that just what should be done? Although coming myself could improve efficiency, it's not absolutely necessary, but it's still what should be done.

Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun, on this side, repay kindness with kindness; while saving lives, they actually let me gain such a great benefit.

Although Lin Ge was excited inside, he forgot to speak. The steady, experienced him couldn't help but lose composure and zone out again in the face of such great temptation.

Su Yun laughed heartily, patting Lin Ge's shoulder and saying, "Director Lin, you must be exhausted, right? Why aren't you speaking? How about you go rest first?"

"Don't!" Lin Ge blurted out instinctively, then realized Su Yun was just joking with him.

Grinning sheepishly, Lin Ge sighed and said, "Little Su, don't joke with me, old brother, or I might get a heart attack."

"It's fine, I'm a thoracic specialist. Boss…… with the two of us around, I'll keep you from dying." Su Yun said: "Besides, our 912 critical care team is strong—even if you die, we can bring you back just to kill you again."

Seeing Lin Ge lose composure, Su Yun was in high spirits, her joking went a bit too far, but Lin Ge didn't notice.

In crosstalk, there's a punchline; executing someone takes two hours.

To ordinary people, this might seem like a joke. But Lin Ge knows that, given 912's technical capability, 80% of people who would surely not be resuscitated can have their death delayed by one to two hours.

Even lingering for three to five days, or even several months, is quite normal.

This is a bit heart‑wrenching; Lin Ge's thoughts drifted off again.

"Director Lin, your attitude…… just give me a word on whether it's doable; I'm not sure either." Seeing Lin Ge zone out again, Su Yun grew impatient.

Say a few words and then pause for minutes—Old Lin's psychological resilience really isn't up to par.

He usually looks steady, so why is he like this now?

Although Su Yun also knows this is a big deal, she just can't truly empathize.

"Su Yun, what should we do on the Massachusetts side?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

"It's simple. Next time there's a consultation case, give me two hours; I'll dress up nicely, find the relevant department heads, and hold a consultation in the community hospital's demonstration classroom—that'll be promotional material." Su Yun laughed.

Lin Ge nodded repeatedly; what Su Yun said was true!

I don't even dare dream of having substantive interaction with Massachusetts General Hospital… Moreover, isn't this consultation itself substantive interaction?

Lin Ge thought of that and gave a wry smile.

You can't judge Zheng Lao Ban by others' standards; his level and realm aren't something I can guess.

"Oh, that simple?" Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to spend mental energy on this; only after Su Yun said it did he realize.

"Absolutely necessary!" Su Yun said: "Doctors Jason and Mark each sent a thank‑you email; did I tell you?"

"No."

"If the thyroid ultrasound showed a flame‑like sign, I'd definitely have told you." Su Yun said.

"I'm asking you. They said it was a confirmed thyroid systemic disease, because when they did a contrast‑enhanced CT, the contrast agent caused a thyroid storm." Zheng Ren asked: "What did their letter say?"

"First praise you, then say if we encounter any confusing cases later, could we continue consultations?" Su Yun said: "I figure we shouldn't work for free—our side can give Director Lin some glory, and everyone benefits."

"Hmm, you're right, let's do that." Zheng Ren gave a perfunctory reply.

Su Yun heard Zheng Ren's perfunctory tone, but it had nothing to do with him.

Boss never pays attention to this kind of thing.

"Su Yun, you said bromadiolone—where does it come from?" Zheng Ren, hearing no one speak, asked casually.

The topic shifted too abruptly; even Su Yun felt a bit helpless. In this situation, shouldn't we be laughing and chatting with Director Lin to strengthen ties and seal the strategic alliance?

He's still thinking about bromadiolone.

Rat poison and Director Lin— which is more important? Su Yun knows Zheng Ren's choice.

"I guess the barbecue stall used meat from dead rats." Su Yun said: "Or maybe the takeout wasn't clean."

"The big plate chicken we're going to eat today should be fine, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

"……" Su Yun said contemptuously: "You really don't understand your Yi Ren."

"Oh? How?"

"Her nose is comparable to Heizi's. If the ingredients aren't right, could she even go a second time? Even the first time, she wouldn't move her chopsticks." Su Yun said: "Don't look at it being a fly‑infested eatery, but your Yi Ren is still picky."

Zheng Ren is very pleased with the four words "your Yi Ren."

If Ning Shu could ever say those four words, that would be the best thing possible.

But that seems like a dream.

"I heard Chang Yue say they went to open a map." Su Yun said.

"What map?"

"It's a foodie's map—you wouldn't get it even if I explained. Outside it smells and looks good, but once the dishes arrive, it's not the same." Su Yun said: "In cases like this, Yi Ren won't eat at all; she'll just put down her chopsticks, pay, and leave."

"So that means this big plate chicken place is still not bad." Zheng Ren said.

"Probably. Don't overthink it. Bromadiolone—go to hell. Thinking too much in life just makes living more exhausting. If needed, we can take vitamin K1 for twenty days—what's there to fear?" Su Yun laughed heartily.

Lin Ge was speechless.

Using vitamin K1 for 20 days is amazing; I definitely wouldn't agree with such a statement.

"All right, all right!" Su Yun said, "We can talk while eating; if Director Lin agrees, I'll get in touch with that side. Let me know if you have any other needs, and I'll bring them up with them as well."

Lin Ge zoned out again.

What else could I possibly ask of Massachusetts General Hospital? The case count? Or something else?

He wanted to pinch his thigh; was he dreaming?