What are the rules for flying knives? Zhu Jun was stunned.

People's Hospital never looks for flying knives. Not only Zhu Jun, but also the directors of other departments have no idea of ​​inviting experts. In their circle, inviting experts outside means that the director's level is not enough, which is a very embarrassing thing.

So Zhu Jun had no idea what the rules for external experts were.

But Zhu Jun can guess some of the subtle things.

"Oh, Director Zhu, you..." Chen Houkun sighed and was silent for two seconds. "I really don't mind having an operation, or I don't care about the little bit of flying knife money. We are our own people, I'll tell you the truth."

Zhu Jun was silent, with clouds covered with clouds above his head.

"That's right. We often go to the province in the provincial capital. The matters of grassroots hospitals are quite complicated. Two local hospitals have been very good at fighting, but the consequences of the incident involving experts from outside the country."

"So we basically only choose one hospital in one city, not two hospitals..."

After hearing what Chen Houkun said simply, Zhu Jun immediately understood the twists and turns inside.

For example, if you see the promising work of experts outside the Third Hospital, then you start poaching yourself and start digging directly from experts. Some people will definitely care about the issue of expert fees and leave after changing jobs.

The water here is too deep, and the two hospitals fight each other. In the end, no one is good for everyone, including the experts who invite outside.

Zhu Jun suddenly understood, and he smiled bitterly without saying a word.

"Director Zhu, why don't you take your mother here, and I will arrange a single room for you at the Medical University." Chen Houkun said sincerely, "I have difficulties on this side, please forgive me."

"It's okay, Professor Chen." Zhu Jun reluctantly suppressed his irritability and said politely.

When he and Chen Houkun were polite, for some reason, what appeared in front of him was not Chen Houkun's appearance, but Zhou Congwen's young and rebellious face.

After saying a few unintentional polite words, Zhu Jun was particularly helpless.

He was a little confused with his cell phone, but gradually he made up his mind.

He dialed another phone number.

The ringtone rang for a long time before it was picked up, and the side sounded a little messy.

"Fitting into my ears, where are you going? Then I'll go into the back of my neck." Deng Ming's voice came from the phone.

“…”

This point is still undergoing surgery, Zhu Jun sighed, it is indeed 912.

"Hello, Director Deng, I am Zhu Jun from Jianghai People's Hospital." Zhu Jun became much humble again.

"Ah? Director Zhu, hello, hello, long time no see you." Deng Ming laughed heartily, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Director Deng, I've disturbed you for the surgery."

"It's okay, I'm already washing up." Deng Ming smiled, "It's time for the next patient to take over."

He was so busy that he was doing it back and forth between the underworld. Zhu Jun sighed and then immediately introduced his own old lady's condition briefly.

"Oh, that's right, that's OK." Deng Ming said with a laugh.

After hearing what Director Deng Ming and Deng said, Zhu Jun almost cried. He never expected Deng Ming to be so easy to speak.

Zhu Jun’s original intention was to beg Deng Ming to come first, but it would definitely not work. Then he asked Deng Ming to have a single room... No, just a hospital bed, but it would be fine if there was no corridor extra bed.

But Deng Ming directly responded to the flying knife, which surprised Zhu Jun.

According to legend, Director Deng Ming and Deng have the task of the health care team, and it is not convenient to leave the imperial capital.

"The boss was just saying that you had time to go to Jianghai City to eat chicken claws. Your call was really timely." Deng Ming continued, "You have time to send the information to the imperial capital. The boss and I have a look at it and know what you lack to prepare in advance. Do you think it's okay?"

"All right." Zhu Jun said repeatedly.

He was very moved, especially moved, and was so moved that he was about to cry. Otherwise, what if the dragon travels thousands of miles and the hundred grass stands for you, look at the other person, Mr. Huang!

"That's it. I still have a few surgeries on this side, so I won't talk to you more. When my family comes to send the film and examination reports, call me in advance."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Director Deng." Zhu Jun was moved and tears filled his eyes.

"It's okay, just go there. They are all your own people, so you don't have to be so polite. By the way, you tell Xiao Zhou, and you will definitely have to come up to serve in the station at that time."

"..." Zhu Jun's conclusion.

"That's it, I'm dead."

"Doududududu~" The blind voice after hanging up came from the phone.

Zhu Jun was stunned for a while with his cell phone, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Although Deng Ming responded immediately, Huang Lao seemed to follow him, but Zhu Jun realized that his face was a big deal before hanging up the phone. He came for Zhou Congwen.

Is he not as good as a young doctor from the Third Hospital? It is difficult for Zhu Jun to believe this fact.

He hesitated for a moment and did not contact Zhou Congwen directly. Let's talk about it at that time. It's really strange. Why did Mr. Huang add to Zhou Congwenqing's eyes?

...

...

Zhou Congwen, who had been thinking about Zhu Jun, didn't know that the boss and senior brother were coming, and he didn't receive a call from Deng Ming.

Just when Zhu Jun was feeling mixed feelings, he was sitting in the office, talking nonsense with Shen Lang.

"In the literature, Brother Gao from General Surgery is going to Baiyu University. I heard that there are graduate students who are full-time, and the exams are not very strict." Shen Lang said, "Do you want to take one too? After a few years of study, you will have a postgraduate degree, so you can get better."

For Shen Lang, all kinds of gossip are the energy to maintain life. He can avoid eating, but he must never miss gossip.

I guess Shen Lang had already understood the general surgery matters when even their nurses didn't know about it.

"Dr. Bai, I'm...ah." Zhou Congwen sighed.

"Come on, I'll be optimistic about you." Shen Lang patted Zhou Congwen's shoulder to cheer him up. At the same time, Li Ran raised his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth, and gave Zhou Congwen a smile.

"It's not interesting. I may have to leave after the New Year." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"Let's go? Go back to my hometown?" Shen Lang was a little confused.

Zhou Congwen smiled and didn't say anything.

It’s not that he hides his own private affairs and the matter has not fallen, Zhou Congwen generally doesn’t say it.

"I'm telling you serious things, why are you just talking nonsense to me?" Shen Lang looked at Zhou Congwen and said, "It's easy to take the exam."

"Why don't you go?"

"The Writers Association has no exams. If there is one, I will definitely take the exam."

"Hey, do you know the words "literati are despised?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"People are always smoothed out by time..."

"Then you go from all kinds of people to all kinds of people." Zhou Congwen took Shen Lang's bored emotion and said lightly.

"Puff~" Shen Lang burst out laughing.
Chapter completed!