As soon as they got off the car, Jin Tianyu, who was following behind, asked, "Why did you bring him here?"
"He was an intern in our hospital, and Mr. Fu just met him and picked up children along the way. It shows what a good person our Mr. Fu is and how caring he is." Zhou Junpeng said.
Jin Tianyu gave them a cold look back, believing them to be false. Pan’s performance during the interventional surgery that day was remarkable. It's a pity that this person is not a student of their internal medicine department, otherwise he, Jin Tianyu, would also have made an appointment with the children along the way.
Fu Xinheng, this robot, is non-human and has super fast reactions. snort. Jin Tianyu turned back.
Chang Jiawei was unable to come because he had something to do, so he called Fu Xinheng and warned her: "When you go there, don't say harsh words, and say something nice to her. She is a girl, unless you don't want her to enter your department. .”
"When did I say harsh words to her?" Fu Xinheng denied that he had said harsh words to the girl.
There is no distinction between harsh words and unkind words when robots speak.
Chang Jiawei continued to talk about something, but he hung up.
A group of people arrived at the third ward area of Guozhi Internal Medicine.
It was almost seven o'clock in the evening. Most doctors in the hospital are off work normally. As he said that day, Shen Youhuan promised the people from the National Association to attend the meeting, and specially arranged the discussion to this time in the evening so that they could come after get off work. Having said that, Shen Youhuan really didn't expect that almost all of these people came over.
In fact, the patient Xiao Shugang has little to do with these people. How could these people come here because they promised the students that Guozhi would come to supervise them? Shen Youhuan knows this very well. These people are here for only one other reason: fun.
Doctors essentially enter the profession because they are interested in medicine. If you don't have interest, you won't be able to do well in a short time. It will be the same in any field.
After thinking about this, Shen Youhuan's expression became a little nervous, and he greeted them politely: "Have you eaten yet?"
"Eat." Several people answered him casually.
Some looked at the watch, some took the opportunity to peek at the department environment, and some were probably looking for which hospital bed Xie's cousin was staying in.
Afraid that too much noise would arouse suspicion among the patients in the ward, Shen Youhuan quickly took a group of them to the department conference room to sit down.
Entering the conference hall, everyone saw Cao Yong, who arrived first.
Cao Yong sat on a chair on the side of the conference table, looking down at the inspection report.
In the past two days, Xiao Shu had just completed a series of other examinations. With these examination results, doctors can finally have a more comprehensive understanding of the patient's condition. Because if they want to see the specific medical records of the Provincial People's Hospital, they can't expect it.
When he heard that people from his hospital were coming, Cao Yong did not raise his head. They were all acquaintances and there was no need to say hello.
The others sat down along the chairs on his side. The chair on the opposite side is reserved for people from Guozhi.
Jiang Mingzhu found an inconspicuous place to sit so that she could secretly send text messages to Xie Wanying. She moved carefully and made sure not to be discovered by her boyfriend.
"When will your people come?" After sitting down, the people from the National Association asked Shen Youhuan.
"I've notified the surgery department. Now I'm just waiting for the people from our hospital's surgery department to arrive." Shen Youhuan said that the doctors in his team are here and the meeting can be held at any time.
While talking, there was a commotion in the corridor outside, which meant that someone big was coming.
All the people blocking the door got out of the way.
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