Chapter 247: 0241 Sorry, I Don't Know You (5/5, Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader Lurenyi 3)

0241 Sorry, I Don't Know You (5/5, Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader Lurenyi 3)

I opened my eyes; the sky was already faintly bright.

Does this count as a sleepless night?

Zheng Ren felt that after drinking an energy potion, he was full of vigor, as if he had slept well.

Never mind; Zheng Ren smiled, picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and greeted Xie Yiren good morning.

For someone as dense as Zheng Ren, being able to say good morning and good night is already a pretty good start.

Xie Yiren hadn't gotten up yet; the WeChat chat was quiet.

But Zheng Ren smiled sweetly, as if he had just completed something ceremonial, got up and began washing up.

Just after finishing washing up, Zheng Ren heard his phone ring, happily picked it up, and found it wasn't Xie Yiren but Feng Xu Hui.

This... is so disappointing.

After a brief reply to Feng Xu Hui, Zheng Ren started thinking about today's schedule. Su Yun that guy is surely still sleeping, so I won't disturb him. He has no energy potion, and I can't give him a bottle, so let him rest properly.

Today I need to perform a surgery, complete Qin Liren's liver cancer interventional procedure, then test Longwind Micro-creation's neural microguidewire to get a detailed understanding of its elasticity, flexibility, etc. It's like a soldier wiping his gun before battle.

Wiping the gun is today's most important task. Then tomorrow I can finish the prostate interventional surgery treatment, after which I can return to Hai Cheng.

Hai Cheng... I don't know if Xie Yiren will come pick me up. If she does, will she give me a long-awaited reunion hug...

Lost in thought, a knock sounded; Feng Xu Hui came in carrying breakfast.

"Manager Feng, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren said offhandedly.

It's always like this, like a routine.

But Feng Xu Hui put the bag down, looked earnestly at Zheng Ren, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you, Chief Zheng."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren had no idea what was happening.

"Director Kong and I talked yesterday, letting our chairman discuss the interventional supplies' clinical trial entry into the hospital. This is all your arrangement, I know." Feng Xu Hui said.

I arranged... I arranged a bunch of nonsense!

Zheng Ren was speechless, but he knew he seemed to owe Director Kong a big favor this time.

Society is like this; without Zheng Yunxia, I wouldn't have known Feng Xu Hui, nor would I have suffered Director Kong's favor for Feng Xu Hui's sake.

Let it be; this favor account gets messier the more you calculate. Anyway I have principles; I will firmly not do anything that violates them.

"This is too polite, hurry up and eat." Zheng Ren made up his mind and greeted Feng Xu Hui to eat together.

"Chief Zheng, when do you think we should arrange for Chairman Ma to meet Director Kong?" Feng Xu Hui asked cautiously.

"I'll go check the department later and contact via WeChat." Zheng Ren said.

Only then did Feng Xu Hui relax, happily setting out breakfast. Today he specially bought soy milk, but didn't expect the person who wanted soy milk, the little master, to have no intention of getting up.

But this isn't a problem; that day an immortal pointed the way, making me realize that as long as I cling to this person's thigh, I'll never worry about food or drink for life.

Feng Xu Hui especially believed this; that night at the entrance of Tang Song Restaurant, the person who had already succeeded was willing to say a word, point out a clear path, and I just needed to follow it.

After eating, Feng Xu Hui quickly cleared the table, waited for Zheng Ren to change clothes, and the two went straight to the intervention ward.

Arriving at the inpatient department, it was peak time. After waiting a long while for the elevator, we finally reached the floor where the intervention department is located.

After stepping out of the elevator, Feng Xu Hui looked outside in surprise and exclaimed, "Chairman Ma..."

Zheng Ren glanced and saw an ordinary person standing in the lobby, face grim. Beside him was a bearded man, and a woman I seemed to have seen before, pretty—who is she...

Who are they?

Zheng Ren can memorize the Zizhi Tongjian and the Twenty-Four Histories, but he absolutely cannot remember faces.

"Feng Xu Hui, give me an explanation!" Chairman Ma said in a low voice.

Although the voice was low, it made Feng Xu Hui shiver.

"Explanation? What explanation?" Feng Xu Hui stared, completely unable to grasp the situation.

Zheng Ren had no interest in listening to their nagging, greeted Feng Xu Hui, and went straight into the intervention department.

As it turned out, after Feng Xu Hui met Chairman Ma, he arranged a brief hotel rest, then around seven o'clock rushed to the hospital.

Feng Xu Hui insisted on first giving Zheng Ren and Su Yun breakfast, while Chairman Ma was noncommittal; his sole target was the intervention department's Director Kong.

As for that little doctor from Hai Cheng, visiting after success would be enough. He's merely an inpatient chief; I can personally go show my thanks, and to him that is an honor.

He didn't stop Feng Xu Hui, but instead brought two regional managers and came directly to visit Director Kong.

Unexpectedly, Director Kong hadn't rested well the previous night, his sleep was disturbed, and he exploded in anger.

Without even asking who he was, he launched a tirade that drove Chairman Ma out.

"Little Feng, how do you do your work!" Manager Peng scolded.

"..." Feng Xu Hui looked bewildered, completely unaware of what happened, head down, feeling a surge of injustice.

"Does Director Kong actually want me to come in person?" Chairman Ma, furious, his lowered voice already on the verge of erupting.

"Yes." Feng Xu Hui clearly remembered last night's events.

Just then, Feng Xu Hui's phone rang.

"Chief Zheng, yes, yes, good, I'm going." Feng Xu Hui immediately hung up; his earlier doubts vanished, and he laughed, "Chairman Ma, Chief Zheng says Director Kong is waiting in the office for us."

"Office?" Thinking back to how, without asking right from wrong, he had scolded me out, Chairman Ma felt somewhat reluctant.

But that's how business works: when you need something from someone, you've got to damn well play the sycophant. Whether it's getting scolded or even being spat on, you must smile and say, "Director Kong, your spit is truly accurate!"

Before shift change, doctors and nurses were already busy. Soon there will be rounds; if any situation isn't reported to Director Kong, we're likely to get a dressing-down.

Director Kong's temperament isn't as good as when he's dealing with Zheng Ren.

Weaving through the crowd, we came again to Director Kong's office door. Chairman Ma made a gesture, signaling his subordinates to wait at the entrance.

Then he tidied his clothes to make himself look more solemn.

He knocked on the door; a voice from inside said, "Come in."

Chairman Ma immediately showed a smile and pushed the door open.

While observing the situation in the office, Chairman Ma closed the door.

Two people were sitting in the room; Director Kong sat on the bed, yawning. The other person could only be seen from behind, looking at a CT image on the computer.

"Manager Feng, did you bring the neurology guidewire?" Zheng Ren, whose back was to Chairman Ma, asked.

"I am the chairman of Longwind Micro-creation, my name is——" Chairman Ma was about to introduce himself when Zheng Ren turned around, looked at him with a strange gaze, and said, "Sorry, I don't know you, Manager Feng?"

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