Chapter 554 Arrogant Domineering

"Say!" Ma Quan's voice was a little heavy, and the voices of the chief financial officer and the sales director who were arguing suddenly became quieter.

They were all old buddies who fought together back then, and they could feel the anger in Ma Quan's heart.

This anger must have been aimed at him, but he did not vent it. I don't know which unlucky person called at this time...

"What? Let me go?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"roll!"

Ma Quan burst out with endless anger like a volcano.

As he got older and his status improved, Ma Quan seldom swears. The two directors looked at each other and ended the quarrel quietly.

Ma Quan hung up the phone angrily, threw the phone on the table, and made a "bang".

"Playing the qin indiscriminately!" Ma Quan said angrily.

"Director Ma, who made you angry?" A subordinate asked with concern.

"Hey!" Ma Quan didn't speak, he froze suddenly, as if he remembered something.

"Mr. Ma? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to call a doctor?"

"Mr. Ma?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Ma Quan's secretary, he hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine." Ma Quan waved his hand, "Don't talk."

The large conference room fell into dead silence, and everyone looked at each other without saying a word.

After more than ten minutes, Ma Quan slowly stood up and picked up his phone. Every movement is very slow, as if in slow motion.

"Check to see if there is still a ticket to Haicheng before 8 o'clock tonight." Ma Quan said, with a strange expression on his face.

Haicheng? where is that?

Everyone here, few people knew the name of this city a few months ago. But recently, this name has always been vaguely present in Changfeng Micro Wound.

Many people in the company have expressed their dissatisfaction implicitly regarding the policy favoring Haicheng.

Chairman Ma wants to put down the board of directors, which is crucial to the company, and rush to Haicheng?

The secretary did not ask why, but immediately inquired.

"Mr. Ma, there is no air ticket today." The secretary said.

For a third- and fourth-tier city like Haicheng, the planes between the imperial capital and the imperial capital are not available every day.

"Then drive." Ma Quan, who had returned to normal by now, said calmly, completely different from the furious Ma Quan a few minutes ago.

After speaking, Ma Quan dialed the phone.

"Feng Xuhui?"

"I'll leave the meeting at noon and go to Haicheng, see you in the city's first hospital."

After speaking, Ma Quan hung up the phone.

Many middle and high-level executives of Changfeng Micro-invasion were inexplicably surprised, what happened to Chairman Ma? Get called by a district manager with almost no sales?

There's something weird about this thing.

"You keep arguing." Ma Quan said indifferently.

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Feng Xuhui's heart was like riding a roller coaster, sliding down to the bottom, but flying high again in the next instant.

His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his back and palms were full of sweat.

Although he once threatened to resign, it is not so easy to make up his mind to resign.

When Feng Xuhui was scolded by Ma Quan, all thoughts were lost. But I didn't expect that a few minutes later, Ma Dong called and said that he would come directly by car.

This is simply the most bizarre plot.

After being saved from desperation, Feng Xuhui had a strange thought in his heart, and he became more and more convinced that the immortal in the imperial capital would guide the way.

Back in the operating room, watching Zheng Ren skillfully complete the TIPS operation, Feng Xuhui's heart gradually stabilized.

Hug Mr. Zheng's thigh, for sure!

If you can't even do the thing of hugging your thighs well, what else can you do!

There was no difficulty in Zheng Ren's surgery, and the pre-operative scans had already excluded patients without surgical indications. Moreover, Zheng Ren has become more and more proficient at judging the puncture point with a new method.

Four TIPS surgeries took less than half an hour each on average. The same is true for the second-stage surgery, which is generally proficient.

The skilled operation and excellent technique not only brought confidence to Feng Xuhui, but also made Director Kong firm in his belief.

Sure enough, after eleven o'clock, all the TIPS operations were completed.

"Bring the patients with Budd-Chiari syndrome," Zheng Ren said.

After speaking, he suddenly realized something, "By the way, did the patient explain before the operation?"

"..." Dean Zhang looked so relaxed and happy that he completely forgot about it.

What Budd-Chiari syndrome, where TIPS surgery is important.

As for Wang Qiang, this patient belongs to Cheng Lixue and has nothing to do with him.

Seeing the expressions of Dean Zhang and Wang Qiang, Zheng Ren smiled wryly. I am a shaving pick and I am so hot, this matter is difficult.

"Mr. Zheng, why don't we have lunch." Dean Zhang smiled and said, "I was negligent about what I explained before the operation, so I will arrange someone to do it."

Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment. After all, this is not the first hospital in the city. If he had to go through Dean Zhang and had to undergo surgery, wouldn't it be too arrogant, too domineering, and too hateful?

Sighing, Zheng Ren said, "Dean Zhang, it's not that I have to have surgery. Budd-Chiari syndrome looks very serious, but interventional surgery can actually cure it."

"..." Although Dean Zhang has a background in intervention, he doesn't know much about Budd-Chiari syndrome.

There is no case of this rare disease in half a lifetime. What is there to study? If so, wouldn't there be higher-level hospitals like the Imperial Capital and the Demon Capital?

With that energy, it is better to study more common diseases.

Seeing this, Gao Shaojie knew what Zheng Ren was thinking, so he exchanged glances with Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang hesitated for a moment, but then he thought again, this is a good opportunity to make Cheng Lixue lose face. He smiled and said to Dean Zhang: "Dean Zhang, why don't you go to have a meal, and you have been busy all morning. I will communicate with the patient."

Dean Zhang nodded, and then warmly greeted Zheng Ren to have a meal.

Zheng Ren was tired and hungry, and he couldn't hold on with his arrogance alone.

Dean Zhang's attitude towards Zheng Ren changed again.

Knowing how to perform surgery is a skill, but not a great skill.

It is not uncommon for people who can and are able to perform surgery to be suppressed without surgery, to live in poverty, or to be sent to farms to raise rabbits.

But that's just how to do it, and it will definitely not reach the total level of hospitalization in the emergency department of the city's first hospital.

You see, within a few days, they didn't even go to the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University in the provincial capital, and went directly to the imperial capital in a triple jump.

This kind of person, not to mention flattery, has to leave a good relationship. If there is a reunion in the future, Shanshui will definitely ask others.

At noon, eat at Xiaozao canteen of the hospital.

Despite repeated strict orders and prohibitions, the Xiaozao canteen shrank a few times like the city's No. 1 hospital. But the guests whom the dean valued still made an extremely sumptuous meal.

No drinks, less atmosphere. But Dean Zhang is good at dancing, and when he talked about a lot of anecdotes and strange things in the medical circle, everyone chatted happily.

While talking, there was a slight snoring sound.

Dean Zhang turned his head and saw Zheng Ren leaned on the chair, falling asleep.