Chapter 197: line with translation of chapter title

The two were about to leave when they caught sight of Professor Pei sitting in the front row; Zheng Ren thought for a moment, turned back, and greeted Professor Pei.

"Professor Pei, greetings." Zheng Ren made a slight Jiu Gong, he said.

"Old Wu, this is the Doctor Zheng I told you about." Professor Pei and Professor Wu Haishi beside him introduced.

"Oh? You're the one who super-selectively sealed seven or eight blood vessels, completely embolizing the tumor?" Wu Haishi said with a smile.

For a doctor, being conscientious, responsible, and having high technical skill is enough to earn the respect of the vast majority of people.

Although Zheng Ren didn't know Wu Haishi, he still made a slight Jiu Gong and said, "Professor Wu, I'm Zheng Ren; you can call me Xiao Zheng."

Lifting his head, Zheng Ren suddenly felt a hostile gaze upon him.

This feeling was faint, but it certainly existed.

Zheng Ren looked over and saw a young man in his thirties sitting behind Professor Pei; when his gaze fell on him, the hostility quickly faded.

That person smiled at him.

Although the smile was somewhat perfunctory, at least it lacked the full‑blown hostile expression of glaring eyes.

Strange.

Their eyes met, and Zheng Ren returned a smile.

"Having Old Wu temporarily transferred over is certainly good." Wu Lao smiled, "But you already have Xiao Jinzi—are you thinking of taking on a closed‑door disciple?"

"I'm still young; let's talk in two years." Professor Pei Yingjie laughed: "It's just that I saw Xiao Zheng's surgery was well done, he's responsible, a promising seedling, so I had him come take a look."

Zheng Ren considered this as having greeted Wu Haishi and Wu Lao; he didn't have the habit of shamelessly clinging to powerful figures and going up to say flattering nonsense.

Even if he wanted to, he had nothing prepared.

He hadn't looked over the resumes of the many bigwigs attending the meeting, nor memorized them; if he ended up flattering the wrong leg, it would be embarrassing.

"Chief Zheng of Hai Cheng, the boss went to Hai Cheng for a Shou Bing last time and came back praising you nonstop." The young man jumped to his feet and extended his hand.

Because Professor Pei and Professor Wu were seated in between, the posture was somewhat awkward.

"It's Pei Title: Teacher's partiality." Zheng Ren shook hands with him.

"I am Jin Yao Wu." The young man's vigor showed: "Please give me plenty of guidance for the surgery in two days."

"You're too kind." Zheng Ren remained unfazed, still smiling, bade farewell to Professor Pei Yingjie and Wu Haishi, and left the conference room.

"That kid looks all polished; I'd like to snap a couple of remarks at him." Su Yun walked beside Zheng Ren, expressing her dissatisfaction with Jin Yao Wu.

"It's fine, just a greeting." Zheng Ren said.

"You think he's young, but he's actually around thirty‑five. The person sitting beside Wu Lao is Mu Tao, roughly the same age, a rising star of the national Interventional Medicine Discipline."

Su Yun is a competent assistant; along the way she introduced Zheng Ren to things.

Zheng Ren was astonished; he truly didn't know what Su Yun's brain was made of, how she could know all this hero‑list‑like stuff.

But he isn't interested in others, and with his advanced face blindness, even if Su Yun said it he wouldn't remember.

"How do you know so much?"

"The top professors in any industry number no more than ten; wanting to know these isn't difficult at all." Su Yun said: "Jin Yao Wu lives up to his name—his edge is too sharp; I'm not very optimistic about him."

"That's just like you saying how great he could be." Listening to Su Yun pontificate, Zheng Ren couldn't help but sneer.

Su Yun gave a "tch" and, instead of retorting, asked: "Let me see which patient you're going to operate on; by the way, are you going to do a 64‑slice 3D reconstruction?"

"Hmm."

"Then let's get in touch with the CT Shi."

"It should be possible to apply for it, right?" Zheng Ren wondered.

"If you apply, you'll have to explain a lot; it'd be simpler to just do it and save trouble." Su Yun, being clear about the ins and outs, said: "These patients are fortunate; although the technical level here is high, it absolutely cannot compare with you, Jin Yao Wu, and Mu Tao. But as long as it concerns patients, there's no trivial matter—whatever examination you want to do needs full handling by the hospital's Medical Department to see if it's appropriate."

Zheng Ren roughly understood Su Yun's meaning, but felt that doing something aboveboard had to be done sneakily, which seemed somewhat inappropriate.

As he was pondering, his phone rang.

……

Feng Xu Hui sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun into the research institute building, then waited downstairs.

He had made ample mental preparations; no matter what Zheng Ren, that young master, wanted to do these days, he would satisfy him.

Lighting a cigarette, gazing at the dry, cold yet clear blue sky of winter, Feng Xu Hui felt a bit dazed—how many years had Di Du not seen such a blue sky?

The phone rang; he gathered his thoughts—it was a call from the Di Du District Manager.

"I am Xiao Feng."

"Ah? But the company approved my use……"

"Okay……"

The Di Du District Manager called to inform him that the Mercedes‑S600 had been reassigned for his use, and Feng Manager needed to contact the car himself.

Feng Xu Hui felt depressed; company affairs, with orders changing from morning to evening, he'd seen plenty of. But when it came to himself, he just felt uncomfortable.

The key is, even if he were willing to pay out of pocket, there simply isn't enough time.

Meanwhile, on the phone, the Di Du District Manager merely notified him of this matter; it wasn't a discussion.

In the remote Dong Bei region, sales are basically zero; when speaking, he lacks backbone, and Feng Xu Hui has no recourse.

Before a vexing cigarette was finished, several people stepped out of a car; the leader was a professional woman in her late twenties, full of shrewd competence.

Beneath the veneer of shrewd competence lay a rich, bone‑deep allure and charm.

"Vixen!" Feng Xu Hui cursed silently.

He knew this person; her name was Hua Ying Ying, the deputy sales director of the Modu District, nicknamed the "spicy girl" in the company, with every quarter's sales topping the charts—Feng Xu Hui didn't even have the qualification to look up to her.

"Xiao Feng, sorry, I came over in a rush and wasn't prepared." Hua Ying Ying lightly applied makeup; as she walked, her waist and hips swayed gently, graceful and alluring, captivating the soul.

Although she spoke of something that could devastate Feng Xu Hui's career, her tone was full of apology and concern, making it impossible to feel any hostility.

"Uh… uh… I…" The newly fledged Feng Xu Hui was no match for Hua Ying Ying, stammering and unable to get a coherent sentence out.

Hua Ying Ying smiled, her heart full of contempt.

The company has truly lost its mind, pouring massive resources onto such a fresh‑grad kid—utter madness!

Approaching Feng Xu Hui, Hua Ying Ying extended her long, fair hand and said, "Give me the car key."

Feng Xu Hui still wanted to struggle a bit, but she whispered softly, her hands like jade, and given his low position in the company, resistance was useless; he could only let Hua Ying Ying slap him.

He could only sigh and hand over the Mercedes-Benz car key to Hua Ying Ying.

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As for this chapter, I've read it all. Thanks to readers for pointing out typos. Typos are really hard to spot on one's own; I read each chapter three or five times, yet there are still typos. I will correct them as soon as possible, hoping to bring everyone a light and pleasant reading experience. Also, there's the update schedule issue—are the current updates unscientific? Let's hear everyone's opinions.