Chapter 588: with translation of chapter title

When Zheng Ren went upstairs, Xie Yiren had already closed the bedroom door, told him to sleep in another room, and then there was no more sound.

He washed up, lay down, Zheng Ren lay on the bed.

Although he felt a slight regret, there was more joy.

Thinking of the scenes of tonight, Zheng Ren's eyes gradually closed, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

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Medical University Affiliated Hospital President Qi, after dinner each day, took a slow walk for an hour, went home to practice calligraphy with a brush, then watched some TV, and went to bed early.

People over fifty should take care of their bodies. At a certain age, living long is the hard truth; money and such are not so important.

Today was the same; President Qi went to sleep after nine.

At 11:15, the phone ring rang.

In the quiet room, it was so piercing!

To avoid being disturbed, he had set only a few numbers that could call in at night. President Qi suddenly sat up; his first thought was that there had been a major societal casualty incident!

It felt like returning to twenty or thirty years ago when he was still doing clinical work, as dopamine and adrenaline surged in his body, and he instantly became alert.

He picked up the phone; at this moment, President Qi's lover dissatisfiedly said something, then turned over and went back to sleep.

He glanced at his phone, and strangely it was a classmate who worked in the United States and only contacted him once or twice a year.

Strange, why is he calling? Could it be that he plans to return home soon?

Because of the time difference, this group of classmates mostly stay in touch via messages on chat apps. After all, they are all older, and they still understand the principle of not doing to others what you would not want done to yourself.

Calling at this time must mean something important.

But after all, it was an overseas call from the United States; President Qi thought there wouldn't be anything, so he answered the phone and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

As he relaxed, dopamine and adrenaline levels dropped, and his whole body's muscle tissue felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Old Wu, what's up?" President Qi's tone was a bit impatient; this little unhappiness always needed to be expressed.

"Old Qi, have you read the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine?" The other side seemed not to hear the displeasure in President Qi's tone, and spoke excitedly.

"We can't get first-hand data domestically."

"It's on the website!" the other side said: "A latest paper on TIPS surgery, the first author is Chinese, the second author is Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University."

"Oh, although The New England Journal of Medicine is strict, publishing one or two papers isn't a big deal. Last year our hospital had two papers published…"

"No, no, Old Qi, you've misunderstood my meaning." Old Wu hurriedly said: "You're not in the intervention field, so you don't know the value and significance of this paper."

"According to the paper, using liver nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion positioning can make puncture much simpler. Old Qi, you know, this is revolutionary!"

President Qi fell silent, his eyes narrowing.

He was guessing what his classmate meant by calling.

"I just asked people at Heidelberg University Medical Center, and they said Professor Rudolf Wagner had already come to China. I also inquired and found that his assistant later went there too, with coordinates at your place!"

"Huh?" President Qi frowned, "Here?"

"It's in Northern Province, though I'm not sure of the specifics. However, Northern Province being able to publish in The New England Journal of Medicine likely only your hospital's doctors could do." Old Wu said: "I'll owe you a favor; hurry up and check, find out whether this is true or false. Looking at the paper, I just can't believe it."

"…" President Qi reflected on his control over the hospital. Such a big matter, would he not know about it?

"Old Qi, let me tell you, if it weren't for Professor Rudolf Wagner, I'd definitely think this is academic fraud. But the renowned Professor Rudolf Wagner is only the second author—I really can't understand. Please look into this quickly; I'll wait for your news."

President Qi was also curious, agreed, then hung up.

He frowned in thought, wondering which of his subordinates in the Intervention Department could pull off such a big thing.

No way—even if a German professor came to China through personal connections, it's understandable that I wouldn't know. But for research funding applications, the hospital allocates money. Moreover, I'm also a member of the Provincial Research Fund committee; they wouldn't bypass me.

This matter feels strange.

President Qi picked up the phone, just dialed the Intervention Department Director Jin's number, when a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He then harshly hung up on Director Jin's call and dialed another number.

"Director Lin, a few days ago you told me there was a…… little doctor from somewhere, highly skilled, who helped us resolve a medical hidden danger, right?" President Qi asked.

On the other end, Director Lin was obviously fatigued, still half-asleep, and for a moment couldn't react, staring blankly.

"Director Lin, I'm asking you a question!" President Qi's tone grew a few degrees colder; the grim intent turned into an invisible electromagnetic transmission that reached Director Lin's ears, instantly condensing into frost, making him wake up.

"President!" Director Lin shivered, jumped up, disregarding his lover's side-eye, walked to the living room, and said: "It's Doctor Zheng Ren, the Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Ward at Haicheng City First Hospital."

"Is he in intervention?"

"Yes!"

"Did he do the surgery exceptionally well?" President Qi suddenly felt bored; a small doctor from Hai Cheng couldn't possibly have any so-called revolutionary…

Just as he was thinking, Director Lin's voice came through the phone.

"He did the TIPS surgery exceptionally well; it's Old Gao from the Intervention Department who invited him to our hospital for teaching." Director Lin said.

President Qi was stunned.

Could it really be true? Teaching? Gao Shaojie? What is this guy up to? A PhD from Columbia University, leading a team at the Provincial Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital, yet still needs someone to teach?

Countless questions flooded President Qi's mind, but he instantly sorted them out and asked: "Is the skill really that high?"

"Yes, that's why I suggested keeping him in our hospital." Director Lin gave a bitter smile.

"Have you discussed this with Doctor Zheng?" President Qi asked: "If not, hurry up and talk; I've approved the housing matter."

A intuition told President Qi that the person Old Wu mentioned was likely the same person Director Lin had told him about.

If so, what's the harm in giving him a set of housing?

This year's budget…… is a bit tight, but not lacking this much. Besides, the paperwork takes a long time, enough to verify truth or falsehood. If it's fake, just kick him out.

If it's true, hehe.

"President Qi…" Director Lin's voice grew a few degrees hoarse.

"Huh?"

I've said that.

When will the person come?

Chief Zheng didn't agree to come; when I went, the Head of Interventional Radiology Department of Di Du 912 Hospital also went, and they took him to Di Du.

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