South China Hospital.

The door to the operating room opens.

A man in a blue sterile gown stepped out of it.

He took out the mobile phone in his hand, opened Weibo with a faint look in his eyes, and saw the fifth hot search on Weibo.

[The young master of the Qin family was in distress late at night, and the murderer was nowhere to be found]

He opened it with a very pale face, and then looked at the mosaic photos in it, and the tragic state of the person was faintly visible, and his face was expressionless.

But the beautiful eye sockets were heavy and dark.

While he was pondering, a voice came from ahead.

"Doctor Fu, the director asked you to go to the twelfth floor, there is a meeting."

Ahead, the head nurse chased after me to remind him.

Fu Chi looked back, his eyelashes trembled, as if he had depicted a dark circle, and when he put away his mobile phone, he replied calmly: "Okay, thank you." ”

The head nurse smiled, "Doctor Fu is young and promising, and that meeting is not something that ordinary doctors can go to." ”

At the age of 25 this year, he has already reached this achievement and has become an authority in cardiac surgery, which is not comparable to many old experts and professors.

The man's expression did not change, as if he did not feel much about this honor.

"Then I'll go first."

The head nurse smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, then I'll be busy." ”

He turned away and took the elevator up to the twelfth floor.

I walked straight to the huge conference room in front of me, and when I pushed the door in, there were already a lot of people present, all in white coats, most of whom were department directors or authoritative experts over forty years old.

He was the only young face.

Seeing Fu Chi coming, the dean sitting at the front beckoned with a smile and pointed to the position beside him: "Doctor Fu, sit here." ”

Fu Chi and the others nodded as a greeting, and then walked over with long legs and took their seats.

The dean looked at the other people, as if conveying some signal, and looked at Fu Chi with their eyes.

"Doctor Fu, your contributions to the hospital in the past two years are obvious to all, and your ability is first-class, and we old men have not been as transparent and meticulous as you have been for half our lives."

Fu Chi's eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and the corners of his mouth are habitually curvature, which makes people incomprehensible.

"Thank you."

He is bowed, not modest or proud, and that kind of attitude that is not salty or light is really a bit difficult to handle.

"Ahem......" The dean coughed lightly, glanced at the people below, and then said: "Your ability is top-notch in the entire cardiac surgery, and the hospital has recently organized an event to go to the school to give medical lectures, so ...... I want to send Dr. Fu. ”

"I'm sorry."

As soon as the dean's words fell, he heard two words that the man said very lightly.

Fu Chi raised his head, pushed his delicate glasses, and said, "I'm busy." ”

There was hardly any hesitation, and the dean's kind words didn't necessarily mean that he would give any face.

The people here are actually not surprised, they actually know Fu Chi's personality, but this activity is of great benefit to their hospital, and sending Fu Chi is so good and ...... If you go to a good-looking person, it can be regarded as a propaganda role.

Now that the competition between all parties is so strong, how can it be done without fighting for something.

"So, I'll go back and get ready for the afternoon surgery."

Fu Chi saw that everyone didn't speak, he got up, said hello and walked out.

The dean stopped talking, and said to others with a headache: "Don't reply to the person in charge of Xicheng University for the time being, let's discuss ...... again."

"Westside University?"