Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is another Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Chen Guangming accepted the appointment of Zhu Xiaojun's general manager of Daystar Cultural Development Co., Ltd., every day was like a chicken blood, appearing in the office before dawn, and never leaving until it was dark.

Even if Zhu Xiaojun called him to drink, this guy could push it, but he couldn't push it off, and when he got to the wine table, he tried his best to control the drinking less.

In his words, it's about making up for lost time.

Such a crazy and selfless state of work, and the idea of going back because of homesickness naturally also forgot.

During this time, Zhang Shi also put down the project of small tumor complex, and returned to Pengzhou with Hu Enqiu to personally supervise the preparation of the medical transformation center of the cancer hospital.

Wu Dongcheng also roughly knew Zhu Xiaojun's grand plan, and his mood was extremely excited, and he cooperated with Zhang Shihu Enqiu's work with a hundred times more energy. The project, which was originally expected to take three months, was almost completed in less than a month and a half.

The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the cancer hospital held an opening ceremony for the Medical Transformation Center.

In Europe and the United States, major medical colleges and universities attach great importance to the research of basic medicine, and the country is also willing to invest a lot of money in it, therefore, the talents engaged in basic medical research are basically fruitful, so the medical transformation centers of major medical colleges and universities are operating very prosperously.

In China, first, the talents of basic medicine are withering, and the national idea of quick success and quick profit makes young people who are willing to engage in medical careers regard basic medicine as dung, and would rather engage in clinical practice in township hospitals than stay in their alma mater to do basic research. Another is the lack of funds, although the Ministry of Science and Technology has set up the National Natural Science Foundation, 863 projects, 12th Five-Year Plan, 973 projects, etc., but the big names who can get these research funds are mostly engaged in clinical work.

Without a research background in basic medicine, how can we master the most advanced medical technology.

Therefore, until now, the domestic Western medical community has basically adhered to the principle that the moon in foreign countries must be rounder than its own.

As for traditional Chinese medicine, it is even more of a withering decline, not to mention research and development, even the little things left by the ancestors are losing at a rapid rate.

Of course, under the pen of those online gods, all kinds of miracle doctors are still emerging, provided that you have to enter the YY space of other gods.

In this situation, the medical transformation centers of the major medical colleges and universities in China are basically useless, and after a period of hot time, the helmsmen of the major colleges and universities found that there was only input but no output, so they cut and cut, merged, and closed, and the most able to stay are the top ten medical schools in China.

Pengzhou Medical College also had the idea of setting up a medical transformation center, but this idea was shot at the demonstration stage.

Nowadays, the cancer hospital, a hospital that has no affiliation with medical schools and ranks fifth in Pengzhou in terms of comprehensive strength, has quietly started a medical transformation center.

This can't help but be ridiculed by the local medical experts.

Shame can only be behind the back, in front of the face, and you still have to flatter it a little.

However, the reaction of Pengzhou's major hospitals to the opening ceremony of the Medical Transformation Center of the Cancer Hospital was enough to embarrass Wu Dongcheng.

Because the highest representative sent by each hospital to participate in the celebration was a vice president who was outside the top three in the standing committee of the hospital, and even more, the representative of the Affiliated Hospital of Pengzhou Medical College turned out to be only the director of the medical department, and he was also the deputy director.

Although Wu Dongcheng was still smiling on the scene and warmly received every guest, the depression in his heart was so depressed that he wanted to slap all these uninteresting guests a few times.

But this is not excessive, when the representative of the Health and Family Planning Commission came to the tumor hospital, Wu Dongcheng's face was finally cloudy.

A few years ago, the department in charge of the health industry in various regions was called the Health Bureau, the health department in each province was called the Department of Health, and at the national level, it was called the Ministry of Health. Later, however, the Ministry of Health and Family Planning were merged to create a new department called the Health and Family Planning Commission.

As a result, the health bureaus in various places have also become the Municipal Health and Family Planning Commission.

Wu Dongcheng had a good relationship with the original Health Bureau, and thought that this time the hospital was holding an activity, the Health and Family Planning Commission would have to send a deputy director over.

However, the representative appointed by the Health and Family Planning Commission was actually a deputy section chief, and he was also the deputy section chief in charge of family planning.

The donkey's head is not in the horse's mouth, how can Wu Dongcheng not be angry.

Fortunately, Wu Dongcheng's attainments in the officialdom are quite profound, and he can suppress his anger at the critical moment, and after receiving the deputy section chief of the Health and Family Planning Commission with a reluctance and courtesy, Wu Dongcheng pulled his face and hid in his office to smoke a cigarette.

As soon as a cigarette was lit, Zhu Xiaojun pushed the door in.

"I didn't see you in a blink of an eye, so I knew you were hiding here and smoking." Zhu Xiaojun also saw this kind of scene, but there didn't seem to be any loss in his expression.

Wu Dongcheng threw Zhu Xiaojun a cigarette and said angrily: "What do you say is this?" de, it's very kind to call brothers and sisters on weekdays, and when they need to support the scene, you see, are they still personnel? ”

Zhu Xiaojun lit a cigarette, snorted slowly, and said with a smile: "You are not in the system now, can people still call you brothers?" Count, don't sulk, sulking will only hurt your own liver, it's not cost-effective. ”

Wu Dongcheng said indignantly: "In my opinion, they are jealous, their eyes are red, and they just can't see the prosperous life of our cancer hospital!" ”

Zhu Xiaojun said: "If you say so, then in the future, they will be even more jealous, more red-eyed, and even more disdainful of us!" ”

Wu Dongcheng fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and stood up: "Then let them be jealous, if they don't give face, they won't give face, and after today, I must find a way to get this face back." ”

As he spoke, Wu Dongcheng was about to go out.

Zhu Xiaojun stopped: "Why are you going?" What's the hurry, wait, I just arranged it and postponed the celebration for half an hour. ”

Wu Dongcheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, pointed at Zhu Xiaojun and said, "You still have a lot of ideas, yes, cold them for half an hour, see how they react." ”

Zhu Xiaojun took a puff of cigarette, leaned all his body on the sofa, and spit out a string of smoke rings at the sky.

"Your old man misunderstood me, and the reason why I had to delay it for half an hour is not because I want to be cold to these people."

Wu Dongcheng was stunned again: "What is the purpose of that?" ”