Chapter 990: line with translation of title

This is how much trust and familiarity there is, to be able to say such words to a manufacturer's salesperson.

Soon, Director Zhou finished scrubbing his hands on that side, began disinfecting, and after the instrument nurse prepared the needed items, she came out.

The airtight lead door closed, and the surgery began again.

"Little Feng, who is Professor Mu?" Manager Tang asked.

"A professor from Pengcheng wants Chief Zheng's time to confirm whether he can fly there today. Air China has a flight that fits perfectly; I'll let Professor Mu know."

"Huh? Didn't you book the ticket?"

"Professor Mu said he booked the ticket." Feng Xu Hui laughed: "I told Professor Mu that Zheng Lao Ban doesn't want money for the Flying Knife; if he doesn't take the Airplane Ticket, it would be a bit awkward."

"You..." Manager Tang couldn't comprehend this abnormal business model.

At this point, it shouldn't be the salesperson attending to Zheng Lao Ban personally, like a secretary or assistant helping Zheng Lao Ban buy an Airplane Ticket, right?

But this is also the secretary's job; contacting the Pengcheng professor is done by this little manager in front of us.

What on earth is going on?

"I've told Professor Mu several times; he said if I keep nagging, the delivery of supplies to the Hospital will be delayed. I had no choice but to agree." Feng Xu Hui said this rather nervously, having said a lot.

He graduated and started work; all told, it's only been a little over six months. By age, he's still a graduate; he was a bit Tension and didn't think too much.

Manager Tang listened, tears streaming down his face.

What a great Boss, how come I never run into one like him?

"Are you also going to come along?"

"Well, the Chairman said that the performance Chief Zheng has secured counts as mine. Chief Zheng said I don't need to bother, but... I feel a bit embarrassed, thinking I should just buy an Airplane Ticket and go along." Feng Xu Hui said shyly.

Manager Tang's smile stiffened, his Inner Mind completely collapsed.

Damn, all the good things keep falling into this kid's lap—not mentioning Pengcheng side, just 912 and Di Du Hepatobiliary, we can foresee at least dozens of TIPS Surgeries per month, with annual sales around ten million.

Just the commissions alone are enough to make one's hands go soft.

Moreover, reading between the lines, it seems Zheng Lao Ban is still running the horse to claim land. Still unknown how many hospitals can be claimed...

In short, Di Du Hepatobiliary has already been turned into someone else's turf by the horse-running land grab.

This... is all the territory I won through blood and sweat.

The more I think, the more jealous I get; when did doing business become this easy?

"Accompanying the bosses, the most annoying part is drinking; Manager Feng, how's your alcohol tolerance?" Manager Tang's thoughts stiffened, and he blurted out his inner thoughts.

"Chief Zheng doesn't drink, and rarely goes out for meals. The last time we ate, I still followed along to mooch a meal, everything..."

Feng Xu Hui mentioned going to eat outdoor barbecue, and deep in Manager Tang's Inner Mind, sorrow surged like a river.

Such a Boss, not just good—damn, it's practically perfect.

Generally going out for a meal, especially when such a Boss with massive traffic arranges the meal, for salespeople it's practically a nightmare. Besides being busy inside and out, one has to accompany them drinking heavily, and in the end can't get drunk to the point of incapacitation.

After all, after the meal you still have to pay the bill.

How come I've never encountered such a Boss before? This guy's luck is truly good; Manager Tang looked at Feng Xu Hui's slightly immature face and guileless words, and the little flame of jealousy in his heart burned ever brighter.

All this kid does is follow behind Zheng Lao Ban's backside, picking up heads, and that's enough.

And I am precisely one of those heads that got picked up.

Being harvested, they don't even know of my existence.

This is a thorough violent crushing, with no doubt.

Manager Tang's facial muscles twitched involuntarily a few times; he stood up, blurted out a sentence, and fled.

If we keep talking, I'm afraid my heart disease will act up.

People really are different from each other.

It's all fate.

……

The Shou Bing went very smoothly.

Zhou Chun Yong's own skill is extremely high, only a hair's breadth below that of Professor Rudolf Wagner when he first came to China.

After all, he's the chief of a Specialty Hospital in Di Du; those with lesser skill have long been squeezed out, where could they stand firm?

Moreover, his attitude is very proper; even Zheng Ren feels a bit embarrassed.

Zhou Chun Yong learned quickly; by the third Shou Bing, opportunities to clamp with the Hemostatic Forceps were rare.

Shou Bing time was also compressed from forty or fifty minutes to about thirty Minutes.

He hadn't eaten lunch, kept doing Shou Bing, and Zhou Chun Yong felt neither hungry nor tired, as if he'd returned to twenty years ago, when he was in his prime, full of vigor.

This Shou Bing is truly exhilarating! Zhou Chun Yong grew happier the more he did, even regretting that he shouldn't have sought so many patients for Surgery live broadcast.

But this thought was just a fleeting flash; Zheng Lao Ban has demand on that side, can't let it be.

Moreover, after becoming gradually proficient, watching Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing also reveals more of the tricks.

The first live-broadcast Shou Bing, Zhou Chun Yong assisted Zheng Ren.

He was beside him, with the best view, watching Zheng Ren perform Shou Bing, when a slight bewilderment suddenly rose in his heart.

Initially watching Zheng Lao Ban perform TIPS Surgery, it seemed unbelievable. After repeated contemplation, I felt there was a secret; if I mastered it, I could do the same.

Later I went to 912 to learn, marveling that Zheng Lao Ban not only has high interventional skill, but his general surgery standard is off the charts.

The dissection gives one the illusion of being back in college, watching a gross anatomy teacher who has cleanly separated local tissue structures.

Back then I felt the gap between me and Zheng Lao Ban wasn't just one secret; the gap was huge, really huge.

But today, under the Hemostatic Forceps clacking at Zheng Lao Ban's live scene, I've basically learned TIPS Surgery.

But Zhou Chun Yong watching Zheng Ren personally perform live-broadcast Shou Bing, a sense of despair inexplicably welled up.

The gap in technical skill between me and Zheng Ren turned out to be far greater than I had ever realized before.

As a senior expert, Zhou Chun Yong originally did not think that way.

But it happened to me.

At first I thought the difference was only one Technique key; later I felt Zheng Lao Ban was ahead of me thanks to his cross-disciplinary anatomical level; now, after Understanding TIPS Surgery, I suddenly realized that the level gap between me and Zheng Lao Ban...

It's a full light-year.

"Surgery live broadcast, don't zone out." Zheng Ren nudged Zhou Chun Yong, who was in a daze, with his elbow, whispering a reminder.

Zhou Chun Yong shuddered, then immediately focused.

This damn Surgery live broadcast means the assistant's condition will also appear before Intervention Department Doctors nationwide and even worldwide.

Don't just not show your face, but instead expose your butt to others.