Chapitre 1115: The desire for hemostatic forceps

"Hello, director Zhou." Zheng Ren had an epiphany. He smiled and stood up.

"When did you come back? why didn't you tell me?" Director Zhou said in a reproachful tone.

"I just came back. I missed the Department Director, so I came back for a chat." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

He smiled, very lightly and gently. The knot in his heart had been opened. Although it did not turn into nothing so quickly, it was not like yesterday when the burden in his chest was built up.

Director Zhou sighed. Zheng Ren's life was just like Liang Chaowei 's. Liang Chaowei would go to London to feed the pigeons when he had nothing to do, and boss Zheng would return to Haicheng to chat with old Department Director pan when he had nothing to do.

Were the days in the capital so free?

Wasn't it said that the doctors over there performed surgeries from morning to night, and they were never idle for a moment, and they were extremely tired?

Looking at Zheng Ren, it didn't look like it.