Chapter 961: with translation of chapter title

In an instant, Feng Xu Hui felt countless gazes, as if they wanted to hack him to pieces.

Zheng Ren ignored everyone, pressed Feng Xu Hui into a chair, turned and went inside to attend the early shift handover.

It was like sitting on pins and needles—that was Feng Xu Hui's feeling.

That red folding chair, its cheap padding seemed to have nails; as soon as he sat down, his old leg injury flared up with a dull ache.

Normally, others sit while Feng Xu Hui stands.

But now he was sitting while others stood—such a huge contrast—Feng Xu Hui felt no pride or swagger, only nervousness; his mood was on the verge of collapsing.

What is this? Won't I offend many directors and bring a bad impact to the company?

Countless thoughts made Feng Xu Hui's heart race like a startled deer, so much so that he felt the deer had literally crashed itself to death.

"Manager Feng, are you responsible for Changfeng's supplies in Di Du Liver and Gallbladder Hospital?" As Feng Xu Hui felt anxious, Zhou Chun Yong approached and asked.

He seemed unbothered that Feng Xu Hui was seated while he stood, not noticing at all, and asked with a cheerful smile.

"Um..." Feng Xu Hui hurriedly tried to stand up.

"Sit." Knowing Feng Xu Hui's leg was inconvenient, Zhou Chun Yong sternly pressed him into the chair, saying, "Your injury isn't healed; speak while seated, speak while seated."

Feng Xu Hui, quite nervous and a bit embarrassed, said, "I haven't covered that side yet."

"I've prepared a few patients; please have Boss Zheng go for the flying knife. Boss Zheng is accustomed to using Changfeng's supplies, so I'll issue the order when he returns. On your side, find someone to run over, hurry to the hospital, and don't let Boss Zheng struggle with unfamiliar equipment." Zhou Chun Yong said with a smile, chatting like an old friend, showing no air of a senior director from Di Du.

Feng Xu Hui wanted to stand again to talk business, but if he stayed seated, it wouldn't work, would it?

"Sit." Zhou Chun Yong feigned sternness: "I told you, your injury isn't healed—why exhaust yourself? You're young; when you run business, you should still look after your health. Tell your subordinates, and I'll have the deputy director issue the order right away."

"Hurry up; these days Boss Zheng is going into surgery, we want to start using it right away." Zhou Chun Yong's friendly attitude was utterly bewildering to Feng Xu Hui.

Subordinate sales staff… I'm basically the lowest-level salesperson, okay?

What's happening? The company used to spend a fortune, yet the director of Di Du Liver and Gallbladder Hospital wouldn't even give it a glance.

They have their familiar manufacturers and supplies; giving a lecture is no big deal. But actually getting supplies ordered into the hospital? Forget it!

And now… they actually proposed it themselves.

Di Du Liver and Gallbladder has always been a battleground where several international suppliers fight fiercely; Changfeng has done a lot of work but still can't get in.

Director Zhou… he just agreed?

Feng Xu Hui looked left and right, his mind even more bewildered.

A crowd of Di Du and domestic professors stood in the hallway, plus two foreigners—was this a parade?

"Manager Feng, add me on WeChat; I'll give you the deputy director's number—we need to hurry today. Frankly, if we don't get in today and Boss Zheng's surgery goes poorly tomorrow, I can't bear the blame." Director Zhou laughed while adding Feng Xu Hui on WeChat.

After adding the WeChat, he went to call and coordinate the specific business.

Feng Xu Hui also felt helpless—was this being forced to push supplies into the hospital?

It's always been about bowing and scraping, entertaining and giving gifts to get supplies into the hospital; overlook one detail and maybe not a single needle or guidewire moves for half a year before being sent back.

Seeing a clinical director begging to get supplies into the hospital was something Feng Xu Hui had never even dreamed of.

It's downright damned weird.

Feng Xu Hui glanced around, pulled out his phone, found Ma Quan's number, and dialed.

"Director Ma, this is Xiao Feng."

"I'm in Building 912; I just happened to meet Director Zhou of Di Du Liver and Gallbladder, who said he wants to get the supplies into the hospital today."

"Yes, yes, it's urgent. In the next few days Boss Zheng is going into surgery; we must make sure he uses it."

"Okay, good. Director Zhou will give me a call so we can send someone to liaise and finish this today."

"Alright, then I'll hang up."

After hanging up, Feng Xu Hui copied and pasted, forwarding Zhou Chun Yong's phone number and name to Ma Quan.

After doing all that, Feng Xu Hui noticed his hand trembling slightly.

Really pathetic—Feng Xu Hui took a deep breath to steady his emotions.

At that moment, the office door opened; Director Kong led the way as a crowd of people walked out.

"Boss Zheng, go ahead with the surgery; I'll finish my rounds and come up." Director Kong said to Zheng Ren behind him.

"Okay." Zheng Ren replied without ceremony.

Each team's rounds went smoothly. Zheng Ren then greeted Feng Xu Hui and went to observe the surgery; little Oliver was handling the patient transport, so Zheng Ren didn't need to worry.

A long line of people followed behind Zheng Ren, making Feng Xu Hui feel anxious as he watched.

"Boss Zheng, what is this?" Feng Xu Hui whispered into Zheng Ren's ear.

"They're here to learn the TIPS procedure." Zheng Ren replied.

"Learn?"

"Hey, how are you talking?" Su Yun said scornfully: "The boss's original surgical method—what else is there to learn? Manager Feng, you need to change your mindset. Young man, you're no longer suited to the work pace."

Su Yun's words were true, but Feng Xu Hui really couldn't accept them right away.

Walking ahead while a crowd of directors trailed behind? Too fantastical—this isn't scientific.

"Brother Yun, what are those two foreigners here for?" Feng Xu Hui asked in a low voice.

"They're from Leiden University Medical Center in the Netherlands; I don't understand Dutch and haven't interacted with them." Su Yun put an arm around Feng Xu Hui's shoulder and asked warmly: "Let's have a drink tonight; last time in Hai Cheng, I just saw you busy and never saw you drink. What do you like to eat? Just say."

"Huh?" Feng Xu Hui knew Su Yun was referring to the boss hiring two professional drinking companions who ended up getting knocked out. Remembering Su Yun's boldness—downing any bottle in one go—made him instantly wilt.

"What's there to fear? We're our own people—drink as much as you can, nobody's going to challenge you to a drinking match." Su Yun said: "When you're back, you should have the boss treat you to a drink."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

"If you spend money, don't blame me for not knowing you later." Su Yun and Feng Xu Hui walked, playfully shoving each other, saying: "Don't think the boss rarely contacts you—he's just timid, unwilling to dwell on past matters. From now on, follow the boss confidently to expand territory and go to Ma Quan for performance."

Su Yun's words warmed Feng Xu Hui's heart.

"I told Fugui'er that your family's items, after the boss personally blessed them, can boost the TIPS surgery success rate. I see Fugui'er believes it; I don't know if others are equally gullible. If they all believe, demand will likely increase—so let Ma Quan know now, lest we scramble later and fall short of supply."

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