Chapter 987: 966 A Different Passion

"You've gone to trouble." Zheng Ren's brow twitched slightly, and he then said seriously.

"It's only right." Zhou Chun Yong didn't smile, but said solemnly: "What our circle is like, Zheng Lao Ban couldn't possibly not know. Too many young people rush to get ahead, act without room for maneuver, making the old comrades feel chilled."

"Whoever comes up with a bit of technology keeps it hidden; who has Zheng Lao Ban's magnanimity? To speak bluntly, in the past this would be a matter of master-disciple affection."

"It's just that we don't say it like that nowadays, but in my old-fashioned heart I still think that way."

Actually, Zhou Chun Yong's words were a bit over the line, but he spoke his mind frankly, didn't feel he was referring to anything else, and after saying it he felt a little better.

Zheng Ren just smiled and didn't respond.

The atmosphere was a little awkward; Zhou Chun Yong seemed not to notice, and he and Zheng Ren chatted about interesting things, soon arriving at Di Du Liver and Gallbladder.

"Zheng Lao Ban, let's not talk about that anymore; let's go check on the patient and then go on stage. You still have to go to Pengcheng today, so hurry up."

Zheng Ren nodded and followed Zhou Chun Yong upstairs.

In the hallway outside the Intervention Department's main door, two men and women in suits were somewhat anxiously saying something.

When the two saw Zhou Chun Yong come up, the anxious expression on the face of the middle-aged man in his forties changed to a gentle smile; he was about to step forward to say something, but seeing Zhou Chun Yong's displeased face, not even looking at himself, he froze for a moment.

Zheng Ren and Zheng Renhe walked past the two; they merely greeted Zhou Chun Yong, but Zhou Chun Yong didn't respond and walked straight past.

"Director Zhou, who is that?"

"The vendor's." Zhou Chun Yong said: "This lucrative TIPS surgery business has many eyes on it."

He smiled, didn't explain further, and brought Zheng Ren to his office.

Pushing the door open, Feng Xu Hui sprang up from his chair with a tense face, his body swaying slightly.

"Little Feng, you're here." Zheng Ren greeted.

Zhou Chun Yong fetched a white coat for Zheng Ren; after putting it on, the two went on rounds.

In the hallway, the middle-aged man sternly reprimanded the young sales representative.

"How are you doing your work!" the man barked, his tone harsh, completely lacking the gentleness he had when greeting Zhou Chun Yong earlier.

I...

"What 'I'? You're on duty here every day, yet you don't even know what new procedure Director Zhou is launching, and you still have the nerve to explain?"

The young sales representative struggled to keep a professional smile, but the superior's scolding came like a sudden storm, making it hard for him to cope.

Actually, he also didn't understand how Di Du Liver and Gallbladder suddenly received so many portal hypertension patients.

TIPS surgery, this highly refined procedure, doing seventy to eighty cases a year at Di Du Liver and Gallbladder is already considered a lot.

Compared to Di Du Liver and Gallbladder's surgical volume, this is merely a louse.

At first, he held the attitude that even a tiny louse is still meat, wanting to infiltrate gradually. But he didn't expect Director Zhou to act like a madman, swift and decisive; recently the patients with the highest numbers in the ward are those with end-stage liver cirrhosis, refractory ascites, and portal hypertension.

He had contacted Zhou Chun Yong once, but was told that the consumables for TIPS surgery must be from Longwind Micro-creation only.

Only Longwind's, can only use Longwind's.

Director Zhou's words left no room for bargaining at all.

Feeling the situation was dire, the young sales representative immediately sought out his superior and explained everything that had happened at Di Du Liver and Gallbladder.

Actually, his work had already been done thoroughly.

In such a short time, he discovered the problem, immediately realized it couldn't be solved, and gave timely feedback.

Few people can achieve that.

But he knew his superior was also troubled. After learning the news yesterday, the superior tried to invite Director Zhou to a meal, planning to keep him company for a couple of drinks and then see if they could pry open a crack.

However, it was all in vain.

They couldn't meet; an evening visit to his door was met with refusal.

As for TIPS surgery, it seems Director Zhou is dead set on giving it to Longwind Micro-creation.

What he can't understand is: what ability does Longwind Micro-creation have to monopolize such a huge slice of the TIPS surgery cake?!

Actually, his mindset has already collapsed.

After being turned away by Zhou Chun Yong last night, he reflected all night, seeking various ways. Early this morning he came to the outside of Zhou Chun Yong's office, preparing to make a show of standing in the snow outside the door, waiting for Zhou Chun Yong to arrive.

However, when he didn't see Zhou Chun Yong, but saw a doctor, gentle as spring breeze, accompanying a limping young man entering, and they were arranged to rest in the director's office, he was stunned.

The young man was pulling a distinctive rolling suitcase.

What's inside needs no saying; today there are 18 TIPS surgeries, so it's definitely spare consumables!

Not to mention the young sales rep; even as this area's manager, when have Zhou Chun Yong and the other doctors ever spoken in such a kindly tone?

Want to sit in the director's office? Dreaming might be possible. Just being able to enter this door is already not bad.

If it's about giving face to go out for a drink, when have I not gotten roaring drunk just to earn a bit of Zhou Chun Yong's favor?

This young man, what the hell does he rely on?!

I've been rolling around in the jianghu for many years; what haven't I heard of, what haven't I seen?

But today, witnessing all this with his own eyes, it gave him a hint of bewilderment in his heart.

Could it be that this sales representative's background is terrifyingly huge?

That's also possible, but any youngster from a prominent family—who would start from grassroots sales? Who would go to a domestic consumables company to scrape by in the cracks?

In short, his worldview has shattered.

No, we must find the root of the problem; otherwise, who knows when Di Du Liver and Gallbladder might let Longwind Micro-creation swallow it whole!

He thick-skinnedly asked the doctor who went to pick up Feng Xu Hui, and only then learned that Director Zhou himself had driven 912 kilometers to fetch the operator.

Such a level of importance... really high!

Zheng Ren was very satisfied with Zhou Chun Yong's attitude.

Not his fawning attitude toward himself, but his attitude toward work.

His work is especially meticulous; standing at the patient's bedside, reporting the case history, he is not a junior doctor under Zhou Chun Yong, but Zhou Chun Yong himself.

Looking at the patient's bewildered eyes, Zheng Renye was somewhat not Understanding. By rights, such a tiny detail, I myself wouldn't even care, why would Zhou Chun Yong do that?

However, he just reports the medical history item by item, the abnormal test data, all are clear to him.

In everything, the most feared is being conscientious, especially Zhou Chun Yong, this kind of old hand who has been rolling around in the clinic for decades.

They have experienced too many storms and stresses; not to mention countless living people, the number of dead they have seen is greater than the number of living people that ordinary otaku men and women have spoken to.

As long as they become conscientious, they are quite terrifying.

18 patients, in less than an hour's time, all were examined once. Afterwards Zhou Chun Yong and Zheng Ren headed straight to the Operating Room, preparing Shou Bing.