Han Quinn was speechless. He thought of the reason why Mr. Wu was kind to himself.


    Just like Mr. Fang, the leader of Xuexiang only asked the doctor he brought to deal with it. He didn''t even bother to meet him.


    When the second leader of the province came, he said nothing else.


    Mr. Wu is kind to himself because others don''t care about him at all, so he always smiles. Just like facing interns, try to explain what you don''t understand gently and never lose your temper with interns.


    Because he doesn''t have to be angry with himself.


    If Miss Wu Mian really scolds everyone, it is a mad dog, not a top expert.


    Han Quinn can handle the small thoughts between them.


    "So is Wang Qingshan. He thinks he is an old master, but no matter how powerful you are, you have to see who you sing the opposite play with." Professor Fang is very happy about Wang Qingshan''s eating flat. "Wu Mian, is that the person he can offend?"


    Han Quinn smacked his tongue. Wang Qingshan, an old man in the medical field, should be admired by thousands of people in his mind. But the meaning of teacher Fang''s speech is worse than that of Wu Mian.


    Is it possible that Wu Mian is so young?!


    "Xiao Han, don''t you believe it?" Professor Fang smiled.


    Han Quinn didn''t play tricks, but nodded really.


    "In fact, I didn''t believe it at first." Professor Fang said, "I just subconsciously think that Wu Mian was a good family background and the old man''s closed disciple. Is that a joke? In the future, it''s the worst and the worst. I''ll find a third class hospital as the president in DIDU."


    "..." Han Quinn really has no such imagination.


    "Moreover, Wu Mian''s level is high. When he was a doctor, he cut the lung lobes with two shots and performed pancreaticoduodenectomy with one hole. After the operation, he doesn''t have to take up the ICU. How brave he is!


    Now there are no more than five patients who do not need to go to ICU after operation. "


    Professor Fang raised one hand and stretched out five fingers.


    "Yes," hanquin convinced.


    "As for Wang Qingshan..." Professor Fang smiled and said, "let''s not say anything else. Zheng Kaixuan, Wang Qingshan''s closed disciple, made it clear that the people who want to take Wang Qingshan''s class are now working under Wu Mian''s hands."


    "I''ll go..." Han Quinn was surprised.


    This is equivalent to Professor Fang''s apprentice, who now plays the role of Xiao Liu who blocks the leader of Xuexiang, a county-level city.


    It is hard to believe that Xiao Liu will "betray" Professor Fang.


    After all, Xiao Liu''s future is very clear. Professor Fang is the ward director of modu Chest Hospital, and his professors are his doctors.


    When Professor Fang retires, Xiao Liu is at least a group doctor. There are senior brothers around, and there will be no teacher''s favor. Once retired, the big senior brother will turn against the little junior brother.


    After all, Professor Fang''s Jianghu status is here. Even if he retires, he still has a place in academia.


    Moreover, the eyes of general surgery departments all over the country are watching. As long as Xiao Liu is not too much, the future director will not treat him much.


    "Wang Qingshan trained Zheng Kaixuan as a successor," Professor Fang said. "I don''t know what contradiction they made, so that Zheng Kaixuan did such a thing."


    Han Quinn could tell his bias from Professor Fang''s tone.


    "Miss Fang, are you familiar with Wu Mian?"


    "I''m not familiar." Professor Fang smiled. "I don''t want to be familiar. It''s my students who deal with Wu Mian. They make their own decisions on how to go in the future. I won''t teach them as an old man. I have to give them a ride."


    The hot spring water is dense and rippling, and the white snow outside the hot spring pool is getting thicker and thicker, while Professor Fang and Han Quinn in the pool seem to be in a fairyland on earth.


    "Xiao Han," Professor Fang said after a long silence.


    "Miss Fang, you said."


    "You''re close to Wu Mian. It''s an opportunity to have a look when you have time." Professor Fang said.


    "OK," Han Quinn replied without hesitation.


    "Feidao is looking for me... What''s there to find?" Professor Fang said with a smile. "If I were you, I would prepare ten or twenty patients a week to find Wu Mian to Feidao."


    "Er... Mr. Fang, I''m in the northeast. You know, the money of throwing knives can''t compare with that of the south. Even if it''s a large number, Mr. Wu Mian probably won''t come." Han Quinn sighed and said his heart.


    "What do you know?" Professor Fang said with a smile, "I''m old and earn some money for the elderly. If I were 20 years younger and had the current technology, I would go out and run a flying knife?"


    Han Quinn was stunned.


    What else can you do without making money from throwing knives.


    There are so many ways doctors can make money. He really doesn''t have this imagination.


    But Professor Fang didn''t explain. He just said lightly, "Wu Mian doesn''t care about money. Don''t underestimate a future academician. In fact, Wu Mian himself is already a foreign academician of the two academies of the United States, but no one has noticed yet."


    "Oh?"


    "Let me give you an example," Professor Fang said. "According to the regulations, there can be three academician workstations. Do you know that?"


    Han Quinn shook his head. What Professor Fang said was too far away from him. It was a matter of two worlds.


    "If Wu Mian was greedy for money and set up an academician workstation in China under the banner of foreign academicians of the two academies of the United States, how many people would you say are catching up?"


    "I don''t know what''s going on in the northeast. In Jiangsu and Zhejiang, at least 300 academician workstations should be taken out."


    "Not much..." Han Quinn said "without conscience".


    "Hehe, 300 companies are established a year. See if there are many."


    “……”


    "Wu Mian''s school is powerful and the old man is still there. Who can be more serious with Wu Mian. It''s just a bad reputation, but what''s that in front of billions of cash? Besides, the bad reputation is the reputation of the National Academy of Sciences. Who can manage it?" Professor Fang smiled.


    “……”


    "If Wu Mian''s mind is more active, listed companies can''t do without his dry shares. Cash out is one billion. Do you think he cares about the hard money of throwing knives? He looks at earning more, but he''s worried about being too tired and having problems with surgery every day. It''s really hard money."


    Han Quinn understood what Professor Fang meant. He smiled. It was a world he couldn''t understand.


    "And Wu Mian has big capital behind him. As long as he wants, he is most likely to be listed on NASDAQ." Professor Fang said, "I envy him that he can have so many choices when he is so young."


    "But I saw Wu Mian in bajingzi traditional Chinese medicine hospital yesterday. A small second-class hospital took out the clinic for people..." Han Quinn hesitated.


    "That''s a hobby. I feel uncomfortable when I can''t see the patient all day. Just like me, I always feel my shortcomings when I don''t touch the endoscope all day."


    Han Quinn stared at the snow falling all over the sky and recalled his young face last night.