Chapter 297: with translation of chapter title

That day, does it refer to the matter of Professor Senyu coming to do Shou Bing?

Zheng Ren didn't know what Director Ding meant by bringing this up, and he cautiously remained silent.

"Your skill is really not bad." Director Ding laughed: "Old Director Pan also has an eye for talent; as soon as he guessed something, he would go and slam the table and yell at Director Fu to get people."

"Hehe." Zheng Ren gave a dry laugh, his laugh just like his state, listless.

"This matter, you owe me a favor, okay." Director Ding, while driving, glanced at Zheng Ren with the corner of his eye, half-joking half-serious said: "Director Fu at that time risked offending Old Director Pan, yet still didn't let you go. I asked Director Xiao, and that's how you got transferred to the Emergency Department."

"Thank you." Zheng Ren didn't want to ponder the meaning in Director Ding's words; people in the agency have dirty minds, and talking to them is exhausting.

If he could choose, Zheng Ren would rather do another ten Shou Bing.

"Xiao Zheng, the documentary was really well done, shaping your image vividly and lively. To say you young people are capable, but I'll tell you a heartfelt word: you're still a bit impatient." Director Ding seemed to be chatting casually, jumping from topic to topic, and steered the conversation to the documentary.

"Such matters, wait until you're over forty, have achieved fame and success, then doing it is just doing it. People, after all, are just about fame and profit. Tell me, what are you rushing to do now?"

"I completely don't know about this." Zheng Ren yawned, his eyes unknowingly closed, half-asleep, half-awake he said: "I also only saw it after I came back."

His voice grew fainter, and he was about to fall asleep.

Director Ding was stunned for a moment; a car ahead wanted to accelerate through the yellow light, but hesitated, then suddenly another hard brake came.

While savoring Zheng Ren's words in his mind, seeing the car ahead suddenly brake, Director Ding broke out in a cold sweat and slammed the brake pedal.

They narrowly avoided a collision, and although Zheng Ren's body, seat-belted, lurched forward from inertia, it did not Impact his sleep.

Zheng Ren fell into a deep sleep; Director Ding glanced at him, didn't wake him, and repeatedly pondered the matter of the documentary.

In the agency, even a tofu-block advertisement in the newspaper could spark a bloody fight, let alone a fifteen Minute documentary on TV.

Although it was only Haicheng City TV.

Young people don't know the stakes... but Director Ding later realized, how many days had Zheng Ren Gang just returned from Di Du? The Di Du director rushed over to Hai Cheng to talk with him.

Such an unconventional operation exudes a subtle vibe.

Director Ding had never encountered such a thing before; he racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

The car fell silent, only Zheng Ren's faint snoring sounded.

Soon, when they were about to reach Shangri-La, Director Ding called Director Kong.

The car arrived; Director Kong had already finished the formalities and was standing at the entrance looking around.

"Director Kong." Ding Zhongtai got out of the car, enthusiastically extending both hands.

Three hands clasped together, Director Kong smiled and said, "You've worked hard, where's little Zheng?"

"He did ten Shou Bing last night shift and was so tired he fell asleep in the car." Ding Zhongtai laughed.

Director Kong withdrew his hand without changing expression, shook his head, and said, "Director Ding, you really dare to use people like that."

"Huh?" Ding Zhongtai didn't understand.

"Someone like little Zheng, wherever you go you have to treasure him. You lot here are fine, using him like livestock." Director Kong walked toward the car, saying casually.

"Ah, look at what you're saying, Director Kong." Ding Zhongtai got in the car, started the engine, shifted gears, and drove off: "The situation in Dong Bei, I guess you've heard—too many people have left, many clinical departments are understaffed, all running overload. A shift every three days, especially long shifts."

Director Kong, however, didn't continue the conversation, glanced at the sleeping Zheng Ren, and didn't wake him.

"Director Kong, this time you've come to Hai Cheng, the hospitality was lacking; please forgive any shortcomings." Ding Zhongtai spoke pleasantries, trying to shorten the distance between himself and Director Kong.

"It's fine, I came to find Zheng Ren." Director Kong said: "Find him, say a few words, that's enough. Twelve Shou Bing on that side are scheduled for the Afternoon; I need to hurry back."

"You're still going up on stage yourself?"

"If the relationship is good, I'll just go up and take a look. For ordinary patients, a Doctor student doing it is enough." Director Kong said lightly.

What he said was fact, Ding Zhongtai also knew. But having steered the topic to Shou Bing, the goal was already achieved.

"Director Kong, I have two friends and colleagues I know, originally wanting to go to Modu. But the connections there aren't quite proper, you see..."

"Just come find me, and say it's because of little Zheng's connection." Director Kong didn't mind.

Little Zheng's connection...... Ding Zhongtai's heart took a ten-thousand-point crit.

The dean accompanied him for a meal, the dean's office director drove him off, neither putting heart into it, saying Zheng Ren is only useful?

"Go directly to the office to find you?" Ding Zhongtai didn't express dissatisfaction.

Facing the master of Di Du, he also had no qualifications to express dissatisfaction.

"Fine, just find any doctor and say he's Zheng Ren's friend." Director Kong laughed: "Zheng Ren went to Di Du for a trip; after he left, my graduate and Doctor students kept complaining that his time there was too short."

"..."

Ding Zhongtai gave a dry, awkward smile; he had something in mind, hesitating, but ultimately didn't say it out.

He had a good relationship with Director Liu of General Surgery Department One, Liu Tianxing; just a few days ago, Liu Tianxing discovered a space-occupying lesion in his liver, highly Doubt liver cancer.

These days he's been pulling strings, wanting to go to Di Du or Modu for medical treatment.

Honestly, a director from Hai Cheng, once in Di Du or Modu, without classmates or similar people to look after him, is really no different from an ordinary citizen.

Just waiting in line for hospitalization can turn early-stage liver cancer into late-stage.

"But using Zheng Ren's name...... damn, would Liu Tianxing be willing to do that? This isn't a joke, is it?"

"Director Ding, if it's surgery...... I haven't seen little Zheng perform a liver cancer resection; you can go find me, I'll help you contact General Surgery Department."

But if it's Interventional surgery treatment, I think there's no need to go through the trouble. Face isn't as important as substance; little Zheng's Interventional surgery is better than mine; staying in Hai Cheng to do surgery is more convenient, no need to go through the trouble.

Ding Zhongtai was once again at a loss.

"Is Director Kong refusing my request? That shouldn't be. Generally, directors or professors in Di Du or Modu wouldn't lightly say such things."

"After all, it's not a big deal; why say something that offends people for just one patient?"

"But..."

"You really don't know?" Director Kong felt the atmosphere was a bit Gu strange; seeing Ding Zhongtai's expression in the rearview mirror, it was somewhat strange and also somewhat Strange.

"Know what?" Ding Zhongtai asked instinctively.

"I came to find little Zheng just to finalize his going to Di Du for liver cancer Interventional surgery."

Ding Zhongtai's hand trembled, and the car shuddered slightly.