Chapter 217: with translation of chapter title

"Director Bao, Director Kong, Greeting." Zheng Ren immediately greeted them respectfully.

"Sit, sit." Director Bao said with a chuckle: "We're all our own people, don't be so polite."

After several refusals, the two directors sat on the sofa, Zheng Ren sat on a small stool beside the bed, and Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren, head lowered.

Feng Xu Hui was very restrained, neither staying nor leaving was appropriate.

"Let me introduce." Director Bao fulfilled his host duties: "This is Doctor Zheng Ren Zheng, no need to say more. This is Doctor Zheng's assistant, hailed as the rising star of cardiothoracic surgery, Su Yun."

"Huh?" Director Kong paused, Su Yun, such a familiar name.

"It's been almost two years since you left the capital; can you still remember?" Director Bao chuckled, looking at Director Kong as if testing him.

Feng Xu Hui was originally nervous, standing in the corner, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Hearing Director Bao say that, he dazed for a moment.

Chief Zheng's performance this time in the capital was impressive, and that stunningly sharp-tongued assistant by his side—could she also be a capable person?

Surely, otherwise Director Bao wouldn't have asked that.

"I'm old, my memory's bad." Director Kong thought a few seconds, then smiled: "Which family's talented youth?"

"His research topic has nothing to do with your intervention department; it's normal if you forgot. But in our cardiothoracic surgery, Su Yun is still a banner for the youth." Director Bao said: "Two years ago, there was an article published in The Lancet; do you still remember it?"

Director Kong's smile faded, becoming serious.

The Lancet, that's the top journal in the surgical system, with an impact factor over 30. In the medical field, it's comparable to Nature and Science, those world-top publications.

Now it's increasingly hard for master's and doctoral graduates to finish, because they require SCI-type papers.

Master's... Director Kong no longer takes master's students; it feels unfamiliar.

But for doctoral graduation, only less than half of his students graduate on time; the others, finishing in five years is considered early.

Why?

Because besides writing a dissertation, doctoral graduation also requires at least two short papers indexed by EI, SCI, etc., the three major international indices. This is the hardest hurdle for doctoral candidates.

Ordinary SCI isn't enough; the impact factor must reach 4 or 5.

The Lancet? Doctoral students dare not even think of publishing there. Even Director Kong himself can only imagine it.

If one actually tried, it would be very difficult to achieve.

Looking at Su Yun's age, still under thirty. So young, yet publishing in The Lancet...

"You're Su Yun?!" Director Kong exclaimed, asking.

"Finally remembered." Director Bao chuckled: "Su Yun returned to Hai Cheng because of that matter. I didn't expect to come back again in less than two years."

"Coincidentally, I'm back to take a look." Su Yun said, head lowered.

The explanation was a bit stiff, but neither director paid attention.

Feng Xu Hui felt a flash of gold stars before his eyes.

Chief Zheng's assistant actually has such a big background?

He didn't know just how impressive The Lancet was, but that didn't stop him from knowing how impressive Su Yun was.

Just mentioning the name of any young doctor under thirty, the professors in the capital can recall it—what kind of ability is that?

Thinking of this, Feng Xu Hui's heart began to race wildly.

Usually you can't tell, but Doctor Su really is the type who hides his strength. Relying on Chief Zheng...

Wrong!

If no one were present, Feng Xu Hui would almost have slapped himself twice.

Su Yun is merely Chief Zheng's assistant; an assistant this amazing—how formidable must Chief Zheng be!

He grew even more afraid to speak, retreating to the corner, trying to keep the directors' gazes off him.

At this moment, Manager Feng appeared inexperienced, laid bare.

He never imagined that serving tea and water would be a chance to show off in front of the two senior directors, especially with Director Kong of Intervention present. His only thought was not to be driven out, absolutely not to be driven out.

"Hehe, young people, if you have talent, you can't stand loneliness." Director Kong chuckled: "I recall your article back then was about heart transplantation?"

"Done jointly with Huaxi's lab." Su Yun lifted her head, answering candidly: "Cultivating tissue from autologous stem cells, 3D-printing a heart and successfully transplanting it."

"Little Su is incredible." Director Bao's praising tone carried a hint of regret: "Back then we had already entered the animal experiment stage; the first mouse heart transplant surgery was done by Little Su. The mouse survived 107 days post-op."

"..." Director Kong, who had no interest in heart transplantation before, was suddenly stunned.

They are both senior directors, top figures in the national medical circle; animal experiment heart transplant survival over 100 days means something, needless to say.

One could say that the mouse surviving 107 days post-op means the animal experiment was basically successful; after refinement, it can proceed to the next phase, Phase II clinical trials!

Zheng Ren also froze for a moment; that sharp-tongued, effeminate assistant behind him is that formidable?

Usually you can't tell.

Even thinking with your heel, a mouse heart transplant is harder than a human's; almost entirely microscopic operations, requiring post-op monitoring.

No wonder his monitoring skills are so high—entirely honed by caring for those mice.

Could it be that his constant talk about opening a pet clinic is also related to the mice?

But Su Yun actually having such an impressive past—Zheng Ren is learning this for the first time.

"Leaving the capital is a pity. But now you're back, right? Coming back is good, coming back is good." Director Kong felt a bit regretful; hearing this, even he, unrelated to the specialty, felt the urge to recruit.

"This is my boss, Zheng Ren. I returned as the assistant of Boss Zheng." Su Yun lowered her head, gazing at her toes, black hair fluttering on her forehead, "After finishing the intervention surgery, we'll return to Hai Cheng."

"..." The two directors, busy talking about Su Yun, forgot why they came. Now they stared at each other, feeling both regret and bewilderment.

At this moment, Director Kong's gaze toward Zheng Ren had changed somewhat.

Su Yun, the rising star of national cardiothoracic surgery—even if she herself didn't want to work, even if she fell from grace, she wouldn't just randomly find a boss in that godforsaken little place Hai Cheng.

Such young people are the most proud and arrogant; if it were me, I wouldn't willingly just casually find a boss.

Looking again at Su Yun standing honestly behind Zheng Ren, head lowered, unknown what she's thinking. Zheng Ren wears a clueless expression, clearly just a newcomer; even he himself can't figure out the situation.

It seems this time I came for the right reason.

"Doctor Zheng, I have something to discuss." Director Kong naturally straightened his back and said seriously.