The old intellectual looked at Chen Qi and asked with a little uncertainty:

"Hello, are you Dr. Chen Qichen from Yuezhong Fourth Hospital?"

Chen Qi was stunned for a moment, thinking that his reputation had spread to all parts of the country, and he was still recognized by people? He felt very happy.

In fact, when Chen Qi completed a huge abdominal tumor resection in Huang Tan, his photo was published in the newspaper. Later, when he became an ICPF director, his personal photo was also published in the newspaper.

However, the clarity of newspapers nowadays is very low, and the photos always look a little different from real people, so Chen Qi is rarely recognized by people.

Chen Qi was a little flattered when he was suddenly recognized by a big professor today.

"Hello, I am Chen Qi. What is your name as this teacher?"

"Oh, hehe, I am Wei Cheng from Jishuitan Hospital. Nice to meet you."

If Chen Qi wanted to focus on hand surgery, he should know right away that Dr. Wei Cheng is the president of the Chinese Society of Hand Surgery and the senior brother of Yuanpai Hand Surgery.

But now all Chen Qi's thoughts are waiting for Professor Wu, and he is not a hand surgeon, so he doesn't realize that the person in front of him is one of his biggest mortal enemies.

The two of them greeted each other, and Wei Cheng didn't stay too long. He looked meaningfully at Chen Qi and then walked into the conference room.

Chen Qi didn't think much, because at this time he saw Professor Wu Mengchao walking over calmly with a bag under his arm.

Chen Qi's eyes are as bright as he wants, just like when he first saw Lan Lijuan at the school gate, his eyes are as hot as possible.

I saw him step forward with a sword step, and immediately nodded and bowed, his expression looked like that of a translator.

"Professor Wu, hello, hello, it's such a pleasure to meet you."

Professor Wu Mengchao is not tall, but he has a kind of majesty about him. He doesn’t usually smile much. It’s a bit strange to see Chen Qi like this:

"Comrade, what can I do for you? Are there any medical records that I need to see?"

Medical leaders like Professor Wu are followed by patients wherever they go. People who usually cannot contact him will try their best to wait for him when he is around to ask for his help to check the examination sheets and medical records.

Many times Professor Wu would go out for a walk, just going back and forth for a short distance, and would be stopped N times along the way.

Even on the rare occasions when I go shopping with my family or eat out in a restaurant, I will be recognized by the crowd, and then hand over medical records in the hope that experts can help take a look.

Unlike those doctors who ignore rabbits and don't let go of hawks, Mr. Wu's medical ethics and style are definitely a model for the world.

Even if he has already picked up his chopsticks, as long as a patient hands over information, he will put down his chopsticks to help them see the doctor. He has absolutely no complaints and has never refused a request from the public.

For this reason, Mr. Wu often provoked strong protests from his two daughters, because it was rare for the family to go out for a meal, which would eventually turn into a medical consultation meeting.

So when Professor Wu was stopped in the corridor by Chen Qi, he naturally thought it was the patient's family who wanted to see a doctor or something.

Typical thinking of an old technical geek.

Chen Qi sighed in his heart and quickly introduced himself: "Professor Wu, I am Chen Qi from the Fourth Academy of Vietnam and China. I am one of the members of the delegation going to West Germany with you this time."

"Oh, are you Chen Qi?"

Although Professor Wu Mengchao is 60 years old this year, his memory is very good. When he heard the name of Yuezhong Chen Qi, he immediately matched the contents of the newspapers a few years ago.

"Chen Qi, did you work at Huangtan Health Center before and performed the surgery to remove a huge abdominal tumor? You were even published in the newspaper for this matter?"

When Chen Qi heard that his idol knew about him, he felt very proud of himself. Of course, he still said modestly:

"Professor Wu has actually read this report. Haha, this happened. The operation was successful. Unfortunately, postoperative radiotherapy and chemotherapy could not keep up. The patient only survived for 3 months."

Professor Wu glanced at Chen Qi and saw that this little guy was telling the truth. He was full of good impressions, but his expression was still serious:

"Young comrade is so courageous. The health center dared to perform such a fourth-level surgery. When I read the newspaper, I thought it was a local bragging, but I didn't expect that it really happened. By the way, you are engaged in general surgery. How did you end up becoming

Became an ICPF director? Did you have plastic surgery?"

In front of the master, of course it cannot be said that he had no choice but to choose cleft surgery because of the internal fighting in the hospital.

Chen Qi smiled bitterly and explained:

"Oh, that's the thing. Our grassroots level is too backward in terms of team level, surgical equipment, auxiliary examinations, etc. We can't compare with big hospitals. It's difficult to do complex surgeries. Basically, we can only do general surgery.

Surgery.

Moreover, funds at the grassroots level are too scarce. I am the vice president of the Fourth Hospital of Yuezhong Hospital. I originally performed cleft lip and palate surgery to make money for the hospital. But Professor Wu, I am particularly interested in hepatobiliary surgery. I have always dreamed of doing hepatobiliary surgery.

Foreign doctor."

Chen Qi's face was full of expectation, just thinking that the great god in front of him could smile and say:

"Come on, good boy, since you want to be a hepatobiliary surgeon, then I will accept you as a closed disciple."

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Professor Wu seemed not to understand the meaning of these words. He just smiled, patted Chen Qi on the shoulder, and walked into the conference room.

Chen Qi's shoulders suddenly dropped, and he walked into the conference room weakly.

Even though Chen Qi is often criticized in his workplace, his status is very high within the Chinese surgical delegation.

In the conference room, Professor Wu Mengchao sat at the head of the leadership, Chen Qi sat at the head of him, followed by the professors and directors of Peking University, Huashan and Fudan.

As for what these great professors and experts think, that is their business.

If you have the ability, why don't you go and get a director of the International Medical Association? Can the members come back and bring honor to the country? If you don't have the ability, you can only follow the rules of "Medical Association officialdom".

Chen Qi didn’t listen to a word of what the leader said.

Don't look at those in the ministry, the leaders of the National Medical Association speak very eloquently, but if they really want to go abroad, they are either going to travel, or they have no say in front of foreign experts.

This kind of professional and technical society is also a global medical society. Your right to speak comes from your surgical level, not your administrative level.

While Wei Cheng was in the meeting, he kept glancing at Chen Qi from the corner of his eye.

To be honest, he was a bit puzzled. How could this young doctor, who was only in his 20s and performed harelip surgery, successfully perform the severed palm foster surgery?

You must know that Deng Changxi completed two cases of hand-dismemberment foster surgery last time, both of which failed. Deng is a nationally renowned professor.
Chapter completed!