"Boss Tang is fine," Zhao Jingcai replied numbly.


    He felt more and more that he had entered the Liaozhai world. The gentle and lovely little girl in front of him might be a fox.


    "Please sit down and drink water?" Chu Zhixi asked.


    Zhao Jingcai went out for business. No one ever asked him if he was thirsty or whether he wanted to drink water. Chu Zhixi''s question stunned him.


    Zhao Jingcai suddenly felt a little tired.


    "You sit and say, my brother has to come out in 20 minutes." Chu Zhixi took a glass of water from a disposable paper cup to Zhao Jingcai and put it in front of him. "Has Huaxia minimally invasive now improved?"


    "Yes, ours..." Zhao Jingcai began to talk more about professional things. Many places he didn''t understand were memorized and talked with Chu Zhixi about the various progress of China''s minimally invasive technology.


    Zhao Jingcai said and relaxed. The more he said, the more smoothly he went. In Chu Zhixi''s eyes, the young salesman is full of energy and seems to be good.


    After talking for nearly 10 minutes, Zhao Jingcai was thirsty. Then he remembered that he hadn''t asked who the person in front of him was.


    Careless... Zhao Jingcai found his shortcomings again, stopped immediately and asked, "this teacher, I don''t know you are..."


    "My name is Chu Zhixi, from neurosurgery."


    Neurosurgery? Chuzhixi? Zhao Jingcai has no impression. Huaxia minimally invasive also has consumables for nerve intervention, but it doesn''t belong to him.


    "Are you coming so late to recognize the door?" Chu Zhixi said with a smile.


    "Well," Zhao Jingcai said frankly, "recently, the company has developed a new consumable, mitral valve clamp..."


    "Mitral valve clipping? Is it an original technique or copy LANCO?" a clear voice came.


    Wu Mian finished the operation training, strode out, touched Chu Zhixi''s head, and asked with a smile.


    Zhao Jingcai was stunned.


    Mitral valve clipping is a very cutting-edge technology. How is this section chief Wu so familiar with it?


    "The new 3D printing machine is very good. There is water flow in the blood vessels of the model, and the speed is controlled by the central computer, which is about the same as the blood flow speed." Wu Mian just asked casually, and told Chu Zhixi.


    "Ah? So advanced?" Chu Zhixi said with some excitement.


    "Well, technically speaking, it is about five years ahead of the 3D printing system in Massachusetts. The equipment sent by Owen must be future technology."


    Zhao Jingcai couldn''t understand what Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi were talking about.


    "Handsome!" Chu Zhixi shook his fist and raised it high.


    "It''s more useful to you. I can also cooperate with my assistant to achieve skilled and difficult surgery." Wu Mian said. "The trouble is that the model must be recycled. It''s too realistic. I don''t want a policeman to come the next day."


    "Director Li is busy?"


    "Well, the guest is coming. Let him finish the work." Wu Mian said, looking at Zhao Jingcai and asked, "don''t publicize the color pages. Let me see your design model."


    "Sample?" Zhao Jingcai was stunned. Did he cut into the theme so soon? I can''t believe it went well.


    "Oh, you can say that," Wu Mian said indifferently. "I talked to boss Tang a few years ago. I said some ideas. Unexpectedly, boss Tang really did it."


    “……”


    "Who did the clinical trial surgery look for?"


    "Xiangjiang Yanghe Hospital..."


    "Domestic doctors are OK. It''s a little bullshit to find Xiangjiang people for surgery." Wu Mian said, "have you brought samples?"


    Zhao Jingcai was sweating.


    Consumables have just passed the approval and obtained the production authority. I haven''t got the sample yet. I wanted to get familiar with this doctor first to see who was interested, but I didn''t expect to meet a knowledgeable person.


    "Section chief Wu..."


    "Just call me Miss Wu."


    "Oh, Miss Wu, I didn''t bring the sample. Here are the color pages for publicity. Why don''t you have a look first?" Zhao Jingcai said with some embarrassment.


    "That''s OK."


    "The operation seems to be limited, and our manager is worried now," Zhao Jingcai said bluntly.


    Take out the propaganda color pages from the briefcase and carefully hand them over to Wu Mian. Zhao Jingcai is afraid that this one is not satisfied. He simply squats beside Wu Mian to prepare a little introduction.


    "Oh, it''s all right. Go sit down and I''ll just read it myself." Wu Mian opened the propaganda color page, looked at it, and put it aside. "OK, I see. I''ll contact your boss Tang later. You''ve done a good job and made great progress."


    Is this... Done? Zhao Jingcai stared at Wu Mian.


    "Manager Zhao," said Wu Mian, "go back first. The traffic is inconvenient. Can I send you?"


    "No, No." Zhao Jing knew that he was driving himself away. He quickly stood up and bowed for the nth time in a day.


    Out of the door, Zhao Jingcai felt like a dream. But he didn''t waste time. He took out his mobile phone and reported it to his superior leaders.


    At his level, he can''t get to the big boss. He can only call his own leader. As a manager, he is actually a salesman, but Zhao Jingcai has a serious attitude and a sense of student spirit.


    After listening, the superior leader asked him to wait a minute. Zhao Jingcai didn''t know what had happened, didn''t dare to ask, and didn''t dare to stand in the hospital. As long as he stood in the yard, he felt someone staring at him.


    This feeling is simply too bad. Zhao Jingcai, who is so big, has never had such an experience.


    Soon, the mobile phone rang.


    Zhao Jingcai took a look. It''s a strange number, but it''s from Pengcheng.


    Cautiously connected, the opposite said, "I''m Tang Shaofeng."


    "..." it was really a call from the big boss. Zhao Jingcai immediately stood at attention and said, "Hello, president Tang."


    "Who did you meet on that side?" boss Tang couldn''t wait to ask.


    "I met section chief Wu of the fifth hospital of Medical University. He said he mentioned the mitral valve clamp to you a few years ago."


    "Is it a young man who looks like a college student, wearing sunglasses, khaki windbreaker and lambskin gloves?"


    "Er... No," stammered Zhao Jingcai, "but he sure told you about the idea of mitral valve clamp a few years ago."


    "When did Mr. Wu come back?" Tang Shaofeng muttered to himself on the phone.


    "Yes, Mr. Tang, I call him section chief Wu. He said let me call Mr. Wu." Zhao Jingcai said quickly.


    "I see," said Tang Shaofeng. "Which hospital is Mr. Wu in now?"


    "It is said to be the fifth hospital of Medical University, but I see the brand. It should be called jianxie hospital."


    "Jianxie hospital?" Tang Shaofeng pondered.


    He then said, "wait for me a minute. I''ll call Mr. Wu. If you change the number, I''ll call you and you''ll transfer it to Mr. Wu."


    "OK."


    Zhao Jingcai hung up the phone, stood at the foot of laogua mountain, looked at the dark and steep mountains in the distance, and felt that there was something wrong with today.


    From the person who clearly saw it, but seemed invisible, until now. Boss Tang is usually so busy that he seems to want to fly over directly?


    There must be something you don''t know.