From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 275 As expected of an old expert!

At a walking pace, Principal Shen arrived at the entrance of the small theater of Haoran Medical College.

At this time, all the students had already entered the venue, and only one security guard was left at the door.

In the past, Principal Shen always kept a respectful distance from this young boy whose chest muscles were bigger than his brain.

After all, when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain it.

But now, Principal Shen already knows that the security guards at Haoran Hospital are a group of very kind people.

Except for the one time when he greeted the doctor outside the intensive care unit trying to defraud the old lady of life-saving money, Lao Shen was willing to call them gentle giants.

After saying hello to the security guard and showing the certificate of participation, Principal Shen walked into the small theater.

Before he was seated, a young man's commanding voice reached Lao Shen's ears.

This voice is very familiar to Old Shen, it is the voice of his former lover Zhu Zhenyu.

As the head of the grade, he is the leader of the new clinical, stomatology, prevention, basic, imaging, and nursing, among the students in the six classes, he maintains the order of the venue.

A series of practical work during the summer vacation has allowed Zhu Zhenyu to grow in social management to a certain extent, which allows him to handle the work of students in this grade with ease.

Of course, it cannot be denied that the halo of the top scorer in the college entrance examination is too dazzling among this group of students whose scores are generally above and below the undergraduate line, which facilitates the management of the students.

This actually has something to do with Zhang Zifan's admissions policy.

Faced with top students with excellent grades, students with poor grades generally have two attitudes when they are not familiar with them yet.

One is based on admiration, and the other is based on disdain.

For some students who believe that reading is useless, and even take pleasure in teasing top students, the better their grades, the more nerdy they are, and the more disdainful they are.

In Haoran Medical College, there are very few such students.

Candidates from provinces where the college entrance examination pressure is extremely high have no doubts about their admiration for the macho.

And to be honest, the undergraduate line is not so easy to take.

For the children of Beishangjin, if the college entrance examination scores hover around the undergraduate line, they can barely be regarded as students with insufficient self-motivation.

But for children in some provinces, getting the undergraduate course is the result of their hard work and hard work for more than ten years.

If they can vote for a "good baby", they may also be listed students in key universities.

In short, no matter what, the overall quality of this group of students, such as music, painting, speaking and other talents, is definitely relatively insufficient compared to children in first-tier cities, but their enthusiasm for learning is actually not that bad.

Under Zhu Zhenyu's command, they voluntarily obeyed the management, and soon took their seats in an orderly manner.

Seeing the heroic figure of his former beloved disciple, Lao Shen was both pleased and regretful.

The good news is that Zhu Zhenyu has improved a lot compared to his previous introverted personality because of his family background.

It is a pity that such an outstanding child is trapped in such a poor school.

Entering Tsinghua University, going abroad for further study, and staying in Silicon Valley or Wall Street with a high salary, this is the path he should take!
Swish!
Just as old Comrade Shen was thinking wildly, the lights in the small theater dimmed, and at the same time a voice with a slight local accent sounded from the surrounding speakers.

As the executive vice president of Haoran Hospital and one of the top veterans of Haoran Medical, Liu Jianming plays a pivotal role in the daily management of the hospital, although he usually has a low presence.

As the so-called good fighters have no great achievements.

What Liu Jianming assisted Zhang Zifan to complete were routine and trivial things, not like Yuan Qiang's saddle and horseback, charging into the battle, nor like Kong Xiang's famous and established sect.

But his importance is unquestionable.

So this is the first time Haoran Medical organizes a large-scale academic exchange conference, and the host appointed by Zhang Zifan is Liu Jianming.

Under his urging, the guests who hadn't taken their seats, including Lao Shen, hurriedly found seats to sit down.

Due to the problem of light, Lao Shen casually found a closer location.

As soon as he was seated, a pungent perfume smell mixed with an inexplicable body odor rushed into his nostrils, making him frown.

Old Shen squinted his eyes and looked through the dim light. The person sitting next to him was not a Chinese, but an Indian.

"Hello there!"

Seemingly noticing Lao Shen's gaze, the Indian turned his head and said a word in Chinese very politely.

"Hello there!"

Old Shen quickly replied.

He noticed that the Indian was well dressed, that his hair was well combed, and that he was clean-shaven.

To describe it in one sentence, it is upper class.

And sitting on the other side of him was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Indian girl who seemed to be his daughter.

The little girl was not as restrained as ordinary Indian women. She was opening her eyes wide and looking around curiously.

It seems that their Chinese proficiency is limited, or the current atmosphere is not suitable for small talk, the Indian father and daughter did not chat much with Lao Shen.

This makes Shen, who has been an English teacher all his life, eager to speak with foreigners whenever he meets them, feeling depressed.

At this time, Lao Shen saw several young people sitting on the rostrum one by one.

These people are a bit too young, especially the tall young man who is surrounded by stars. If someone tells him that he is a college student, Old Shen will not be surprised.

But this is the person who manages this tertiary hospital and has performed several operations that are said to be remarkable.

All this information was seen by Lao Shen from the publicity window of the hospital.

Old Shen felt that even if there was some moisture in these propaganda, it was still very remarkable.

As for the two young people beside Dean Zhang, one is the vice-president presiding over the meeting, who is also very young.

The other one is the legendary Professor Kong Xiang.

On the outside, one is the same young, the vice president in charge of the surgical system, and the other is a girl with a baby face, wearing a smart suit.

Looking at the famous brand, she is also the vice president of Haoran Hospital, and also the director of the Academic Affairs Office of Haoran Medical College.

Lao Shen thought for a moment about the 1.8-meter-waisted old girl from the Academic Affairs Office of his school, how aggressive she looked when she slapped the table and pushed herself against the cow...

Everyone is the director of the Academic Affairs Office, why is there such a big gap?
There are a total of 9 seats on the rostrum, and 5 people sat down at once.

Old Shen noticed that the five senior cadres of Haoran Medical were not spaced apart in sequence, so that they just used the entire length of the rostrum, but gathered in the center and sat next to each other, leaving the seats on both sides vacant.

This shows that someone else will take the stage later.

This made Lao Shen a little strange.

Shouldn't it be the head nurse, chief secretary, etc., who should also go up to make up the number?

Is this too pompous and bureaucratic?
At such a young age, she is quite official!

Old Shen shook his head, feeling sad that Zhang Zifan would do the same thing as his own at the school opening meeting.

However, at this moment, an old man came up escorted by a muscular man.

Old Shen narrowed his eyes and looked at it. Although he didn't know the old man, with his hair volume and appearance, he could tell he was a real expert.

Facts were exactly as Lao Shen expected, Zhang Zifan saw the old man on stage, got up and took him into the seat himself.

Soon, two little nurses poured tea and put out the name plate "Yao Shihua".

At the same time, corresponding introductions began to appear on the background board.

"Yao Shihua, a well-known expert in maxillofacial surgery in my country, former vice president of West China Medical College, professor, doctoral supervisor. Professor Yao Shihua has long been committed to..."

Looking at the background introduction of this veteran expert, Old Shen nodded.

It seems that Haoran Medical is quite promising, it can invite experts of this level.

No wonder the young Dean Zhang got up to greet him personally.

With the presence of this expert, the level of this meeting has suddenly risen.

With his endorsement, it seems that Haoran Medical College will not be too watery...

Lao Shen even thought further, wondering if Zhu Zhenyu could catch up with this old expert and take the postgraduate entrance examination to West China?

Although West China Medical College is not as famous as Beijing Medical University and Union Medical College.

But as the principal of a high school, Lao Shen knew that it was a very good old medical school.

However, according to Zhu Zhenyu's college entrance examination scores, if you cut off 10 minutes, you can directly apply for Huaxi's eight-year undergraduate, master, and doctoral courses.

After eight years of reading, you will be a doctor directly.

But now, being tricked by this bullshit medical college, if you want to go to West China, you have to go through a curve to save the country.

Don't consider the matter of upgrading to a higher education...

When he thought of his beloved disciple who was the number one scholar, he felt that his blood pressure was a little high again, and he quickly ignored this assumption.

Regardless of the matter of upgrading from junior college to undergraduate, junior college graduates need to work for two years and obtain the same degree of education before they can apply for postgraduate entrance examinations.

Then 3 years of graduate students, 4 years of doctoral students...

Inside and outside, the road that could have been completed in 8 years will take 12 years to move forward in twists and turns.

And even so, today's employers pay attention to the first degree.

Even if it is a Ph.D. in Huaxi, if the hospital sees that the first education is a medical college...

Old Shen closed his eyes in pain.

……

When he opened his eyes again, Lao Shen saw a middle-aged man in his 40s who was also brought onto the stage by Xionggui No. [-].

This time, Lao Shen noticed that the young Dean Zhang Zifan just stood up and did not move.

Zhang Zifan waved his hand and greeted the middle-aged man casually. In his movements, he didn't seem to be very respectful, but rather like he was greeting an old friend.

The middle-aged scholar was not dissatisfied, and returned the greeting like an old friend.

On the contrary, the old West China expert who had been welcomed to his seat by Zhang Zifan quickly stood up.

He came forward to shake hands again, and insisted on giving up his seat again.

It seemed to be a look of sincerity and fear.

……

"As expected of an old expert, such a mind! Such a magnanimity!"

Old Comrade Shen couldn't help sighing softly, "Compared to that, the young Dean Zhang, who waits for people to order, warmly welcomes old professor-level experts, and treats ordinary middle-aged scholars with such cold talk... …

Hey, he is so philistine at such a young age, how can he take the helm and escort a school that teaches and educates people? "

At this time, besides the Indian sitting on the left, Comrade Old Shen also sat a middle-aged man on the right.

Lao Shen sighed with emotion, causing the middle-aged man to burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing, brother?"

Old Shen asked with a frown.

After all, he was wearing a hospital gown. How could this person laugh at him? That was so bad!
The middle-aged man obviously thought of this too.

It is obviously not a serious patient who can be arranged to attend the meeting here, but if it happens to be a patient with myocardial infarction or cerebral infarction, and is killed by himself, it will be troublesome.

So he quickly shook his head and said, "Brother, I'm not joking at you... Well, I'm from Shanghai Ninth People's Hospital... Well, exchange staff, it's hard to ask a friend to come to this conference, let's listen first." Report, listen to the report first!"

Shanghai Ninth People's Hospital? ! !

Old Shen didn't know that the Ninth People's Hospital of Shanghai was the best hospital for plastic surgery, ear, nose and throat, and head and neck surgery in the country.

But judging by simple common sense, when the two phrases "Modu" and "Xth People's Hospital" are arranged together, this hospital is definitely a very big hospital.

How could a senior doctor from such a big hospital be here?

He came to City S from Shanghai, just for the opening ceremony of a medical college and an academic report at the Third Third Hospital?

Is this supported, or idle?

There are 1 small question marks in Lao Shen's stomach.

But the middle-aged doctor had already turned his head away, with the same expression of refusing to chat.

Both sides are so cold, which makes Lao Shen quite depressed.

……

In fact, this middle-aged man is the assistant to the president of the Ninth People's Hospital in Shanghai. This time he lurked into the academic seminar of Haoran Hospital with the intention of exploring the latest research results of Haoran Medical.

After all, the Ninth Academy was slapped in the face by Zhang Zifan several times in public because of "the knowledge base is too outdated". Naturally, he had to gain his wisdom and grasp the first-hand information in advance.

Unlike laymen like Lao Shen who were only belatedly aware of the situation, the leaders in charge of publicity in the Ninth Academy broke out in a cold sweat after carefully studying Zhang Zifan's resume.

This guy will probably be the second person in China to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine after Ms. Tu Youyou!
Chinese people are very concerned about world-class awards such as the Nobel Prize.

When Ms. Tu won the award, the media rushed to report it.

Some bureaucrats who suppressed Ms. Tu before were all condemned by the people and fell into the vast ocean of the people.

If Zhang Zifan really wins the award, then wouldn't our academy... dare not think about it!
So, they took precautions and dispatched undercover agents...

……

Of course, old Comrade Shen didn't know the important mission of the middle-aged doctor beside him. Who would have thought that this fat, big-eared guy with a happy face would be Yu Zecheng?
After making fun of himself, Old Shen had no choice but to continue watching what happened on the rostrum, wanting to see how philistine this Dean Zhang would be.

The middle-aged scholar who was slighted is probably already full of anger...

Old Shen thought so.

I saw the same two nurses, the one who served the tea and water, and the one who put the name tag.

The display screen on the back also began to show the resume of this middle-aged scholar.

"Wang Bin, a famous neurosurgery expert in my country, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the president of the National Neuromedicine Society. He was the vice president of BJ Yanshan Hospital and a doctoral supervisor. He is currently the director of the Medical Administration Bureau of the National Health Commission of China..."

(End of this chapter)