Hehe, he guessed it right. A bunch of people will be envious and jealous of Boss Zhang because he can at least get the third place and take office.
That was when everyone fought for a seat in a distant place and got hurt. But Zhang Da Mowang was the smartest, occupying the closest position to the operating table so that he could learn from the operation carefully.
The devil's smug aura emanated from him, and his fellow "audience members" all turned around. The people of the National Association were all disgusted and naturally very unconvinced.
Professor Wei squeezed next to Dr. Cao Yong and continued gossiping: "Did you comfort your wife before she left?"
Comfort? Oh, I mean, now it seems that the boss is going to personally supervise the whole operation, and the surgical staff should be under great pressure, especially the chief surgeon.
How does it feel to be the surgeon?
Dr. Xie Wanying appeared in the operating room early in the morning.
Her eyes were checking the patient's last CT navigation image. Her expression of concentration on work was known as the famous single-mindedness of the National Association. So, let alone President Wu, even an emperor who was higher than the sky was nothing in her eyes.
Dr. Cao Yong recalled that what he talked about with his wife these days were all the details of how the neurosurgery would be performed after the thoracic surgery.
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There’s no need to talk about emotional values. His wife’s emotional values are already superior.
If I have to say something, Dr. Cao Yong can feel that this new technology is not a new technology in his wife's mind, but an old technology that she is familiar with?
Dr. Xie Wanying: Is my rebirth fake?
Everyone, like Professor Wei, looked at Dr. Cao Yong's silence and his wife's unfathomable expression, gasping for air: Why do I have this bad feeling?
When we meet again, the arrogant demeanor of the great devil Zhang suddenly disappears?
Dean Wu turned his head to look over there.
Boss Zhang's expression at this moment will be recorded in the history of Guozhi.
Standing in front of Pan Yizhu and Duan Erzhu, Zhang Da Lao actually behaved himself, standing straight like a primary school student, and asked timidly: "You mean I will take whatever you give me, right?"
"yes."
"Can I have it?"
Everyone thought they were deaf. Did they hear what Boss Zhang said just now?
"He said he could hold it well???" Doctor Sun asked Teacher Tan for advice. Does Zhang the Great Devil mean that he has suddenly turned into a child?
Because Doctor Sun boldly repeated the words of the big devil, all the big guys woke up as if from a dream, their ears were no longer deaf, and they were sure that the big devil Zhang really said those words of the little kid.
"Look, you can see more clearly if you come closer." A group of people were eager to stretch their heads to the limit and widen their eyes beyond the limit on the red line marking the audience seats.
Unfortunately, it's too far away and I can't see clearly.
However, a group of bigwigs knew that they were lucky not to be fooled by Guozhi's people and left the scene.
The colleague who was watching the launch video in the next conference room hurriedly turned around and ran to the scene.
Because the camera doesn’t capture what they want to see.
"It's not our problem!" The Guozhi people tried hard to distance themselves from the issue.
The location of the filming was decided by the on-site doctor Fu Xinheng, and the on-site filming team was all Dr. Fu's people.
No wonder none of the Guozhi people who knew this went to the next meeting room.
Those small fry like Doctor Sun were caught in the fog and could only wait for Teacher Tan to further explain the profound meaning of Zhang's words.
But will Teacher Tan pay attention to you? Don’t you know that Teacher Tan never taught Xie in person?
In fact, the answer is not difficult to guess. There is only one reason why the big devil turned into a child: he was afraid.
Pan Yizhu and Duan Erzhu said to the little boy Zhang Da Mowang: Don’t be afraid~
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