The Surgeon’s Studio

man with a beard and a rather attractive woman whom Zheng Ren remembered seeing before.

Who were these people?

Zheng Ren could memorize the Comprehensive Mirror in Aid of Governance and the Twenty-Four Histories, but facial features remained elusive to him.

“Feng Xuhui, what’s your excuse?” Chairman Ma asked in a low voice.

Feng Xuhui felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Excuse? I don’t understand.” He was at a loss.

Zheng Ren wanted no part in the drama and excused himself.
He headed straight into the interventional surgery department.

When Chairman Ma and the others had arrived, Feng Xuhui arranged for them to rest in their respective accommodations.
The group had then made their way to the hospital at 7.00 am.

Feng Xuhui was determined to bring breakfast to Zheng Ren and Su Yun but Chairman Ma had no patience for that.
There was only one goal in his mind: to meet Intervention Surgery Department Chief Kong.

As for the junior doctor from Sea City, Chairman Ma would pay him a visit later.
The doctor was just a chief resident and should be thankful for a personal visit from a successful business such as himself.

The chairman had not stopped Feng Xuhui from bringing food to the Sea City doctors.
Instead, he had brought his two managers to the hospital to meet Department Chief Kong.

However, they had not foreseen being unceremoniously kicked out of the office by the grumpy department chief.

The chief was not pleased to have his much-deserved rest interrupted, not even bothering to ask who they were.

“Little Feng, why didn’t you make the arrangements?” President Peng scolded.

Uncertain as to what he had done wrong, Feng Xuhui lowered his head and stayed silent.

“Did Department Chief Kong ask for me personally?” Chairman Ma asked, his tone controlled despite his brimming anger.

Feng Xuhui could clearly recall the events of yesterday.
“Yes.”

At that point, Feng Xuhui’s phone rang.

“Chief Zheng.
Yes.
Yes.
Okay.” Feng Xuhui hung up.
His worries crumbled away after that one call.
With a smile, he addressed his boss, “Chairman Ma, Chief Zheng says Department Chief Kong is waiting for you in his office.”

The earlier humiliation had left a bad taste in Chairman Ma’s mouth.

However, he swallowed his pride for the sake of his company’s future.
Such was the nature of business relationships.
If the department chief had spat on him, he would praise the accuracy of the man’s spittle.

Doctors and nurses were rushing all around the wards.
Mistakes caught during Department Chief Kong’s ward rounds would result in a haranguing.

The department chief was not mild-mannered to his own staff.

The group strode through the flurry of activity and arrived at Department Chief Kong’s office for the second time that day.
Chairman Ma gestured for them to wait.

He adjusted his suit and puffed out his chest.

Then, he knocked on the office door.
“Come in,” came the response.

Chairman Ma put on a winning smile as he pushed the door open.

He took in the scene inside as he shut the door behind him.

There were two people in the room.
Department Chief Kong was on the bed, yawning.
Another figure was at the computer browsing through CT scans.

Zheng Ren had his back to the door.
“Manager Feng, did you bring the neuro guide wire?”

“I’m the chairman of Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery, you can call—” Chairman Ma began to introduce himself but was cut short by Zheng Ren.

Facing the group with confusion on his face, Zheng Ren asked, “Sorry, I don’t know you.
Where’s Manager Feng?”

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