Chapter 527: with translation of chapter title

After Director Sun and Zheng Ren settled the matter of the patient's second-stage Shou Bing for tomorrow morning, they turned and left; this red packet could be said to be extremely favorable.

Returning to the Gengyishi, Zheng Ren did not rush to change clothes, but went to the small smoking room and lit half a stick of Purple Cloud.

He took a deep drag, and his whole spirit lifted a bit.

There are too many things, too few staff, and every day he is exhausted running around.

This is the basic living state of almost all doctors who still have ambition, and Zheng Ren has an extra Advantage over them—Xie Yiren will not pick a fight with Zheng Ren just because they spend less time together.

Doctors around thirty years old basically work 8-10 hours a day; aside from the necessary 'waste' of sleep and meals to maintain physiological functions, they also need to find time to study, get promoted, and do research.

When they get home, those without children can fare a bit better, able to go out with their wives every now and then to see a movie and have a meal; but if they have children, it's terrible.

Everyone is the same.

Thinking about this, Zheng Ren felt a little worried.

Xie Yiren's birthday—this is a big deal; even without Su Yun's reminders, Zheng Ren knows.

What to do—he only had one idea in his mind, but couldn't elaborate on it, and couldn't even say whether it would work.

He glanced at WeChat; Cui Heming left a message saying the person he helped find had already boarded. Zheng Ren quickly sent a message to Feng Xu Hui, forwarding the Airplane Ticket and asking him to help pick the person up.

Afternoon, there are still three pre-surgery briefings……

Zheng Ren on this side simply cannot get away.

After finishing half a cigarette, Zheng Ren sighed. He hoped it wouldn't be busy tonight, and he must invite Xiao Yi Ren out for a meal.

Being busy to the point of collapse, Zheng Ren especially missed the quiet moments he spent with Xie Yiren.

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Di Du, somewhere.

Director Kong sat upright, hands on his knees, as if he had returned to over twenty years ago when he first enlisted.

The Hospital president, the Supervisor in charge of clinical work Vice President, and a few core related persons were quietly doing their work.

A middle-aged man in his forties, looking sharp and capable, held documents and was examining them carefully.

He had been looking for twenty Minutes, but no one present showed the slightest impatience; they simply sat with Formal Demeanor.

After a long while, the middle-aged man raised his head and asked: 'The political review results are very good; now it looks fine.'

Director Kong's expression relaxed a bit.

'Is the new Shou Bing technique mature?' that person asked.

Because it's a new technique, the number of patients receiving the Shou Bing is not large enough, but I think it's relatively mature.' Director Kong said this while still feeling some Tension.

Either way, this is using his own face as a guarantee for Zheng Ren.

If it succeeds, he naturally benefits.

If it fails, he still has to bear the responsibility.

The middle-aged man pondered.

Yesterday, when I and the health group colleagues collectively discussed, I had mentioned a similar problem.' Director Kong said: 'A German professor who had been conducting related Shou Bing research in Modu is now in Hai Cheng, studying related Shou Bing with Doctor Zheng.'

According to feedback from Doctor Zheng's assistant, the second Shou Bing was performed on a patient provided by this German professor. The Shou Bing was very successful, and it was a teaching Shou Bing.' Director Kong said slowly.

This, too, is exactly the source of his confidence.

Professor Rudolf Wagner, that is indeed a banner in the academic world.

Even he went to Hai Cheng; the likelihood of problems with the Shou Bing is genuinely low.

The middle-aged man continued to remain silent, looking at Director Kong, weighing his words like gold.

'After comrades' discussion and collective decision, we believe the Shou Bing can proceed.' Director Kong finally said.

This is the most crucial sentence.

The middle-aged man nodded, didn't waste time, stood up, and said: 'Then I'll go report.'

Seeing him off, the atmosphere only then eased a little.

The director is already quite old, nearly sixty, with white hair.

But his back is ramrod straight, not much changed from his youth.

Some habits are ingrained deep in the soul.

'Director Kong, are the health group colleagues' opinions unified?' After the meeting dispersed, Director Yan called Director Kong to his office, also accompanied by the Supervisor of clinical work Vice President Yuan.

'At first they were not unified.' Director Kong spoke frankly.

There was meaning in his words; the two directors sat down, and the secretary brewed three cups of tea, placing them before the three.

'Recently on the Hai Cheng side, there have been some new developments. When facing opposing opinions, I mentioned these developments, and afterward everyone reached a unified understanding, deciding that Doctor Zheng would perform the Shou Bing as lead surgeon.' Director Kong said.

Director Yan suddenly became interested, but showed no expression on his face, merely picking up his teacup and using the lid to brush away the steaming vapor.

He didn't rush to drink the tea, but instead smelled its fragrance.

'At my age, I don't have many likes; drinking tea is my only hobby.' Director Yan said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Director Kong immediately sat up straight, his expression solemn.

Given his understanding of Director Yan, he feared that he himself was being smug, having sold a little secret, and had already made the director unhappy.

'After Doctor Zheng returned to Hai Cheng, he began researching the new technique of the TIPS Surgery, and his paper is to be published in the latest issue of the New England Journal of Medicine.'

'Oh? So young and already able to have a paper in the top journal—very good.' Director Yan nodded and took a sip of tea.

'This is just the beginning.' Director Kong said: 'Working together with Doctor Zheng on research… or rather serving as a research assistant, is Rudolf Wagner, professor at Heidelberg University Medical Center. The professor is a top-tier scientific talent in the intervention field, and it is heard that he is currently preparing to submit the new technique of the TIPS Surgery for next year's Nobel Prize in Medicine evaluation.'

'Hmm?' Director Yan and Vice President Yuan's actions in their hands paused for a moment.

Other things are fine to say, but even publishing papers and such cannot attract the attention of the two top-tier tertiary hospital presidents and vice presidents nationwide.

But the Nobel Prize……

This is a big deal!

Even if he doesn't win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, his status as a nominee is worth noting.

No wonder the comrades in the health group unanimously agreed.

"Director Kong, what do you think?" Director Yan, deep and scheming, thought of countless things in an instant, yet said nothing, merely gazing at Director Kong with a meaningful look.

"My idea is to keep talent like Dr. Zheng in our hospital," Director Kong said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his tone might be off, so he repeated: "We must definitely keep him in our hospital!"

"Hmm…" Director Yan pondered.

Director Yuan chuckled and said, "That's the young doctor who rescued Fang Lin, right?"

Director Kong nodded.

"That young guy is not bad; I think it's possible," Director Yuan nodded.

"Okay." Director Yan pondered a few seconds, then readily agreed.

Personnel authority rests with the chief director; without his nod, whether it's Director Kong or Director Yuan, it's all in vain.

Director Yan also knew this was Director Kong seizing the chance to report the matter to him.

Moreover, the chance of his disagreement is small; after all, he's a Nobel Prize nominee—if that youngster soars to great heights later, we may not be able to win him over.

Now, meeting in humble circumstances, is exactly a good opportunity.

Director Kong didn't relax just because the chief director agreed; he frowned, as if having difficulty speaking up.

"Director Kong, just say what's on your mind." Director Yan also didn't understand; Director Kong usually isn't one to beat around the bush—what's wrong today?

"Director Yan, when Dr. Zheng first performed the prostate embolization, I asked him whether he'd like to come to our hospital, but he declined."

Huh? A doctor from a prefecture-level hospital shouldn't refuse the summons of a top-tier national tertiary hospital.

What's the issue? Is it the salary or the position?

Director Yan and Director Yuan looked at Director Kong, waiting for him to continue.

"I also find it strange; after seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner off, I went to Haicheng. The director of Haicheng City First Hospital's Emergency Department is an old doctor sent by our unit, formerly the chief of the military region's high-cadre ward. He and Dr. Zheng are very close, like father and son." Director Kong said slowly.

"Director Pan is determined to raise Haicheng's emergency medical standards to support local construction," Director Kong said. "I later inquired; Dr. Zheng turned down my invitation, probably out of loyalty to Director Pan."

"Interesting, he's one of ours," Director Yan nodded, crossing his hands with thumbs twirling around each other.

Hearing Director Kong's analysis, he found it reasonable.

Those who leave the unit are all alike; they always want to do something, like the foolish work of supporting local construction.

Society grows ever more restless, but soldiers cannot.

Unexpectedly, a doctor under thirty would give up the chance to come to the capital for such an "impractical" notion of supporting local construction out of loyalty to an old comrade—this is truly precious.

"What do you think?" Vice President Yuan asked Director Kong.

"At first I thought, you can't force a melon to be sweet." Director Kong said, "Since Dr. Zheng has this intention, fulfilling it also fulfills the devotion of our unit's old comrades."

Saying this, Director Kong gave a wry smile.

"The main point is, Director Pan is getting old and won't be able to work much longer. I've been thinking that after he fully steps down, bringing this up again would still be timely."

I didn't expect his progress to be so fast; in just a few months he'll be competing for the Nobel Prize. If we don't act now, the difficulty later could increase exponentially.

"Hmm." Director Yan's eyes narrowed, seeming to doze off. But under the desk, unseen by others, the speed of his twirling thumbs grew faster and faster.

"I have some ideas—big moves, like our hospital acquiring Haicheng City First Hospital." Director Kong said.

"Impossible." Indeed, that idea was directly rejected by Vice President Yuan.

"Then we can only send personnel in the name of supporting local construction." Director Kong pondered long and finally put forward this suggestion.

Hearing this suggestion, both directors' eyes lit up.

"Good!" Director Yan hammered it through: "Help the old comrades, relieve the young ones' worries—this plan works!"