Chapter 2767: with translation of chapter title

Please find the contact information for 912, anesthesiologist He Jun Jin.

Director Qiu sent a message to one of his subordinate doctors.

Soon that person replied, saying he would find it right away.

Director Qiu was chatting with Boss Zheng and Su Yun, while in another space he immediately got busy cooking.

Does anyone know the anesthesiologist from 912?

In one anesthesiology group, the message flooded the screen; in another anesthesiology group, the same thing happened.

Such things are rare, occasionally happening, and they always involve personal privacy. Those who don't know stay silent; those who know talk privately.

Instantly, several anesthesiologists sent the WeChat cards of the doctors they knew from 912 to this person, then asked him to wait a moment while they contacted the other side and said hello first.

Otherwise, rashly adding people as friends might annoy someone.

After more than ten minutes of feeling like each day was a year, Director Qiu's subordinate doctor was pulled into a special group.

This is Dr. Luo from the 912 Anesthesiology Department; you all chat.

Teacher Luo, hello, may I ask if 912 has a doctor named He Jun Jin?

Director Qiu's subordinate anesthesiologist quickly expressed respect and briefly explained his purpose.

Everyone is busy, it's still the weekend, so let's not waste time on idle chatter—that's even more annoying.

Old He? He Jun Jin? What do you need him for?

The doctor from 912 asked cautiously.

Our director suddenly said he wanted to find Teacher He; maybe he ran into a problem with his research.

Director Qiu's subordinate anesthesiologists started making things up, just trying to say something pleasant. As the saying goes, "People carry the bridal sedan," but now don't let anyone misunderstand that you're looking for trouble with Old He.

【……】 No.

Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet—I'm from Tiannan Province…

In his panic, he forgot the most important thing; after a brief self‑introduction, the 912 anesthesiologist said he would first contact Old He.

Old He was reading at home, calculating his time; he still had to pick up the tutoring girl at half past three in the afternoon.

Boss Zheng wanted to operate on Little Stone; looking at it, one surgery isn't a big deal, and there will surely be more. The more surgeries performed, the greater the difficulty.

Old He was doing his homework in advance, searching for literature on anesthesia for young children and those with malignant conditions.

As long as Boss Zheng needs it, Old He feels he must prepare thoroughly to avoid any situation he can't handle during surgery.

Old He isn't worried about the patient not waking up; with Boss Zheng around, these are just trivial matters. But once Boss Zheng directly takes charge, his own role drops to an infuriatingly low level.

One can't spend a lifetime as a sound engineer just waiting for good luck; that doesn't guarantee a position in the medical team.

Moreover, anyone can be a sound engineer, and living off past achievements won't last forever. Although the Chu sisters are honest and well‑behaved, after meeting and performing a heaven‑level difficulty surgery, they still call themselves Teacher He.

But Old He always fears being laid off.

Seize every moment to follow Boss Zheng's steps; absolutely don't fall behind.

Old He concentrates on researching case reports of anesthesia for young children with malignant conditions; such material is scarce, so he still needs to ask in the group who has similar experience.

Without big‑data screening, this kind of experience can only be groped for by oneself.

It's truly vexing—Boss Zheng's surgeries are reaching for the heavens, and merely keeping up requires giving it one's all.

Should I find time to ask Boss Zheng? Or maybe Yun Ge'er would do. Although I've never seen Boss Zheng personally administer anesthesia from start to finish, his skill is surely higher than mine.

Where did Boss Zheng go? It seems he went out for a consultation. This time he only took Yun Ge'er; when will I be able to stay constantly by his side?

Old He sighed, but before he could finish, his phone rang, making him jump.

"Hey? Little Radish, what's up?"

"Um… Tiannan? Director of the Anesthesiology Department at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital? I recall your surname is Qiu."

"Looking for me to do research? Don't talk nonsense; it's the weekend, I'm at home watching TV."

Dr. Luo repeatedly insisted it was true, saying an anesthesiologist from the First Affiliated Hospital of Tiannan Medical University was casting a net in many anesthesiology groups to find Old He.

Old He wasn't overwhelmed by surprise; he's in his forties, his early life was tumultuous. Now being non‑plussed by praise or blame isn't out of the question, but he won't think highly of himself over such a small matter.

Anything out of the ordinary must have a demon! Old He thought to himself.

He cautiously agreed to the request, added the WeChat of that Tiannan doctor, and was immediately greeted with a heap of flattering words.

【You are…?】

Teacher He, our director specifically told me to find you; we've finally made contact! Please wait a moment, I'll bring our director in so you can talk with him in detail.

After saying that, the other side didn't immediately create a group but stayed silent for a few seconds.

【Do you think this is okay?】

Still remembering to greet politely, Old He smiled; this kid is quite careful.

【No problem, we're our own people, no need to be formal.】

Old He kept thinking in his mind what had happened to cause a senior director to look for him in the anesthesiology group.

Tiannan… uh, wasn't Boss Zheng supposed to go to Tiannan? Could he have run into trouble?

That's impossible; if he had trouble, he wouldn't come to me. Even if he did, it would be Yun Ge'er calling me.

After racking his brains, a stranger added him on WeChat.

The note below says Anesthesiology Department, Qiu.

Director Qiu, really Director Qiu!

Old He quickly clicked accept, his heart pounding. What's the matter? We'll find out soon.

Teacher He, long admired, long admired.

Old He stared at the message from Director Qiu, dazed. All the commercial mutual praise and rainbow‑flattery completely vanished from his mind.

What's there to admire about a department chief director admiring a little doctor like me?

Teacher He, Zheng Lao Ban is still here with me. Let's not chat for now. We'll leave contact information. In a few days I'll go to Di Du for a meeting, and pay a visit.

That's exactly it! Old He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Director Qiu, don't keep calling me Teacher Teacher; when you come to the capital, let me know in advance and I'll pick you up at the airport.

【Too polite; when I'm free on this side, let's talk in detail.】

After hanging up, Old He really couldn't figure it out.

I haven't even left the house, yet my standing in the jiangju has surged like this?

Nationwide… not to say only a handful, but the directors of anesthesia departments in the top twenty tertiary hospitals all have to politely call me Teacher He?

This title of Teacher He, Old He finds it very pleasing. Although the courtesy from Director Qiu is there, he can't suppress the smile that appears on his face.

What did Boss Zheng do this time, even getting himself promoted? However, Lao He didn't rush to ask; he decided to wait until they returned and then ask Yun Ge'er himself.