The doctors trembled like quails in the stairs classroom were stunned.

Director Han's expression changed as soon as he said that, and he performed Sichuan opera in public to change his face, but everything was like a flowing cloud, extremely natural, without any stiffness or stagnation.

But none of this matters.

The key is that Han Chu's face was filled with a real and natural smile from the inside out. An emotion called pleasure came out. The blocks accumulated in his heart seemed to be washed away by something in an instant.

Han Chu just now looked like a irritable lion, and he would choose people to eat at any time. After answering a call, he became a kind and fat man, even the folds on his chin looked smiling.

what happens?

What exactly did Director Han’s mood make a 180-degree turn?

Director Sun was also stunned, but he didn't dare to ask.

Now it's a 180-degree turn. If the turn is not over, then turn 180 degrees and make a 360-degree turn. Then there are some things to do.

It was finally difficult for someone to make Director Han happy... No, Director Zhang? Could it be Zhang You?

Zhang You is in Frankfurt? What is that old guy doing in Frankfurt?

In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in Director Sun's mind...

Cardiac thoracic surgery, World Surgery Competition, these words pass by like a meteor.

"That's great. I knew Professor Zhou was going!" Director Han smiled like a 200-pound child, his mouth drew an arc on his round face, like a cartoon character, completely violating the physical rules.

"I've called Dean Chen."

"Director Zhang, I want to criticize you for this." Director Han said with a smile, holding his cell phone, "I have to report to Dean Chen first...what? What does Professor Zhou mean? Oh, that's all right."

"Okay, you're going to call now. I'll go to Dean Chen in five minutes to report."

"Chen Yuan is having a meeting in the provincial department. I'll drive there. Such good news must be very good!"

But at this point, Director Han's words suddenly stopped, and the sound from the other side of the phone came intermittently.

Director Han’s figure looks like a ball, round and can’t see where his waist is.

At this moment, the doctors and nurses in the stairs classroom suddenly saw Director Han actually bent down to answer the phone.

The fat waist is still there, but it is hidden very deeply by Director Han and rarely used it.

People looked at Director Han in surprise, wondering what was going on.

"Professor Zhou, then do what you want." Director Han didn't have much smile on his face, but he was particularly sincere. "I won't ask the TV station for an interview, but Dean Chen needs to report on that side."

"Okay, President Chen will definitely make the decision when he is happy. I'll go and urge you now, and hurry up."

"Don't worry, but there is no official celebration banquet. Let's have a small gathering when we come back, this is OK."

"Okay!"

Director Han responded happily, and then hung up the phone reluctantly.

He glanced at the time.

"Five minutes left." Director Han glanced at the doctor and nurse sitting in the stairs classroom and said with a smile, "You are lucky today, and you are so lucky."

"Yes, yes, yes." Director Sun responded repeatedly, "Director Han, who was shortlisted?"

"First-in-place?" Director Han said with a smile, "Director Sun, you are really deaf about the matter outside the window."

Director Sun complained in his heart.

I wanted to hear what happened outside the window, but I couldn't find out about the World Surgery Competition in Gastroenterology.

Not to mention the nature of the world, but in China, I am considered an old man.

There are a few experts in the imperial capital who know themselves, but they are limited to knowing each other. They still know others themselves, and they may not know themselves.

"The shortlist is not a competition, it is a recommendation. Mr. Huang recommended Professor Zhou, who was shortlisted a few months ago." Director Han explained with a smile, as if he had forgotten all the previous things.

"Then..." A thought flashed through Director Sun's mind, but he felt it was impossible, so he immediately extinguished the idea.

Director Han didn't explain too much, and he didn't want to say much to Director Sun at all.

Knowing that Zhou Congwen won the world's number one, it was equivalent to wearing a pair of new shoes. Director Han didn't want to step on Director Sun's shit.

"You go back and do something about the death case yesterday." Director Han took a photo of the medical record and said seriously, "The patient was infected with toxic shock, which is extremely difficult to treat. Although the iU bed is full, this is an excuse you can find, but why not ask for instructions and report? Why not..."

Director Han talked continuously for 4 minutes and 22 seconds before it came to an abrupt end, and the time was just right.

"That's it. For similar cases, Director Sun, you come up with a practical charter and you can't make any more mistakes in the future."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

"After meeting." Director Han turned around and left.

The doctors and nurses in the stairs classroom breathed a sigh of relief.

The King of Hell has finally left. Even if this matter is over, it should be.

I was lucky today. According to the intention of Director Han at the beginning, he should have raised the butcher knife in his hand. Today I will kill all directions.

Not to mention the distance, let’s talk about orthopedics some time ago. Director Han and Professor Zhou cooperated very well, and it was very powerful.

A multinational consumables company's product was kicked out of the Second Hospital of Medical University. It is said that the manager of Greater China came to the door to move. But after hearing the whole story and the person who took action, he didn't give up a single fart and went back to the devil in shame.

The orthopedics were repaired from top to bottom, and Director Han led people to wait on the spot for a month, checking medical records, surgical indications, and even all kinds of matters in the infectious department every day.

Director Han doesn’t count in killing people, he still has to be punished.

During that period, the three orthopedic directors wrote at least 100,000 words in their reflection report alone.

Orthopedics is walking on thin ice from top to bottom, and all the work... is full of tears when you say it, but everyone sees it anyway.

Director Sun watched Director Han "roll away" like a ball, and breathed a sigh of relief. His legs were trembling, and his heart was pounding.

I hope Director Han will forget this matter. It’s so fucking. This is a disaster.

Thinking of this, Director Sun glared at the intern doctor fiercely. He wrote his internship report and could allow him to graduate successfully, so he would eat the medical record himself!

Damn it, is there anyone who writes medical records like this?

The intern didn't know that his future had collapsed, and he looked at Han Chu in confusion.

Suddenly, the ball stopped.

"By the way, Director Sun." Director Han turned around and smiled, "You can copy that medical record one hundred times when you go back... Goodbye, you are very busy, copy it twenty times. You have to write it yourself, and the handwriting is neat."

“…”

"Or I'm afraid you won't be impressed."
Chapter completed!