Chapter 1215

Dongcheng, a seven-star hotel.

Dr. Mayhal took a nap and was in better spirits.

He sat in a chair, looked out the window and the imperial capital was brightly lit at night, and said to the assistant beside him, "When will it be delivered?"

"Doctor, I'm going through the immigration formalities. If everything goes well, I can see the equipment tomorrow afternoon," the assistant replied.

Dr. Mayhal nodded slightly.

The assistant hesitated for a while, and finally said in a low voice: "Doctor, the opinion of the expert group is that it is best not to communicate with Dr. Zheng during the operation, so as to avoid uncontrollable situations such as emotional agitation. You can watch the video for the operation. , or your body is more important."

Dr. Mayhal smiled and shook his head.

The doctor is very stubborn. Once he makes a decision, no one can persuade him. This, his assistant knew.

Just now, I just wanted to try it. After all, it is an incredible idea to observe and perform surgery on yourself, as long as you think about it, you feel that there is a huge risk.

Sure enough, as expected, the doctor ignored the expert group's proposal at all. In Dr. Mayhal's view, the members of the expert group are all students of his students, and the level is simply not enough.

When he couldn't keep his mind awake, there was nothing he could do. He could only let the doctors of the expert group do the treatment. But now, all treatment methods are Dr. Mayhal's own decision.

As for the operation on Dr. Mayhal, he had to watch the operation in person and discuss it with the surgeon... None of the doctors in the expert group agreed, but no one dared to question it in person.

The assistant went out, Dr. Mehar looked out the window, and muttered after a long time, "You have no idea how strong Zheng's surgery is. It would have been great if you had met him earlier."

How good would it be if it were earlier? That transparent ceiling shouldn't be a hindrance.

Dr. Mayhal sighed with infinite regret.

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In Dean Guo's office, the lights are still on.

He sat behind the desk with a stern face, Director Mao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

After receiving Dr. Mayhal, the other party ignored him, which made Dean Guo feel very uncomfortable. Although Dean Yuan is the executive deputy, the work of science and education is in charge of himself and belongs to one acre of land.

Seeing that Dean Yuan intends to intervene today, Dean Guo is very unhappy.

But he had no choice.

Dr. Mayhal's position in the medical world can completely ignore any invitation. Speaking on his own is definitely useless, Dean Guo knows this.

If you want to invite Dr. Mayhal to give lectures or even become a visiting professor, you must have Dr. Zheng Ren Zheng's advice, so that there is a slight possibility.

But... As soon as he thought of this, it was difficult for Dean Guo to suppress the fire in his heart.

He looked at Director Mao and really wanted to scold her. You said it was fine, why do you have to make things difficult for Dr. Zheng?

Now, sit on the wax. Not only did he have to watch Vice-President Yuan reach out to one-third of his own land, but he also had to beg others to extend his hand.

What is this all about!

After a long time, Dean Guo said in a deep voice, "It's up to you to do Dr. Zheng's work."

Director Mao felt very embarrassed, his lips moved subconsciously, but he didn't say a word.

In front of her, she was holding the red chief physician certificate and full professor certificate in her hands, which she sent with joy. But what was greeted was Zheng Ren's indifferent face and Su Yun's ruthless ridicule.

As a director with real power, he will be ignored by clinicians?

Taking the initiative to extend the olive branch, he was also rejected, and it could even be said to be indifference and rejection, which made Director Mao unacceptable.

At this time, she has to make up for the rift with Zheng Ren, and Director Mao can't do what she does on her own.

"This is what Dean Yan said. You should hurry up and do it." Dean Guo said strongly when he saw that Director Mao was silent.

In the words, the meaning is still unfinished.

If it can't be done, I'm afraid it will be a bit sad in the future. Not only Director Mao, but also Director Guo would be sad.

"Did you hear?" Seeing that Director Mao, who has always been shrewd and capable, didn't say a word, Dean Guo tapped the table with his fingers in dissatisfaction.

"President, Dr. Zheng may have misunderstood me... that..." Director Mao couldn't get over it, so he had to say embarrassingly.

"Misunderstanding? They are all comrades. What misunderstanding can't be explained clearly? Go and explain immediately! This is your business, and has nothing to do with the work in the hospital." President Guo said coldly: "Internationally renowned experts and scholars come to our hospital. Surgical treatment, the great significance of this matter, I believe you know it."

Director Mao lowered his head, a little aggrieved.

Zhao Wenhua, that bastard, after so many years, he still caused such a big trouble to the old lady!

Looking for a chance, he must let him know his surname, Director Mao thought bitterly.

"President Yan is not at home. If he is there, I am afraid that he will meet Dr. Mehar today." Dean Guo said: "But the date of Dr. Mehar's surgery has been set and he will report it to Dean Yan. He must Just fly back."

"If the work is not completed by then, what will be the consequences, you can decide for yourself."

Director Mao nodded, a little frustrated.

But she didn't speak, didn't turn around and left, she still stood in front of Dean Guo's desk like a wood carving.

"Alas." Dean Guo sighed and said, "I know what you think, but Dean Yan attaches great importance to this matter, and you must go all out to achieve it. If you lose face, you can get it back yourself."

"Dean..." Director Mao muttered.

"Don't be embarrassed. I think Dr. Zheng is still very good at talking. You can find a chance to have a good chat with him, or find an acquaintance to have a meal with you. Are you not good at normal communication?"

Director Mao complained in his heart.

She had inquired about it, and Zheng Ren was a surgical dog. To eat, he also went out to eat, but most of them were after surgery.

That guy doesn't usually have any hobbies, so he is willing to see a doctor and have an operation.

To Director Mao, this kind of person is simply a hard walnut... no, not a walnut, but a hedgehog, all of which are thorns. Don't say anything, it hurts to move.

How in the world could there be such a person? Director Mao thought aggrieved.

Even if he wanted to take the blame and beg for mercy, he would have no chance at all.

I can't go directly to the interventional department. I told Zheng Ren when I left the shift early, I was wrong, please forgive me.

In that case, Director Mao would rather wait to meet the wrath of Dean Yan.