Eight Hundred and Two, Rich Waist Is Strong

In the early morning, Ouyang came into Zhang Fan's office with a blue denim overalls he got from somewhere, a white helmet in one hand, not a hard hat, and a thermos in the other.

"Eh! European Academy, in such a cold weather, you don't need to go to the construction site. You don't need to go to the decoration of the teaching buildings and dormitories. It must be a big project for you to go to the construction site."

Zhang Fan wasn't afraid that Ouyang would go and make trouble, but that he was worried about the big winter. Ouyang was not young anymore, and it wouldn't be worth it if he bumped into it.

"Hey, the decoration is designed to fool you laymen. I'm also a half-engineer. I went to watch and they wouldn't dare to fool you. Let's take over for the first time teaching task, don't let people say that we are tea because of the classroom and dormitory. Conditions are not good."

After Ouyang and Zhang Fan sat on the reception sofa, Ouyang asked in a low voice: "Do you want to know about the P3 laboratory, or do you really have an idea? If you just want a P3, you can say that I have an idea."

The old lady is like a thief, and I don't know who told her. I guess the old lady knew about it yesterday. There are bags under her eyes. She probably didn't sleep well last night.

What the old lady said, Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled wryly, "What are you laughing at? It's not worthwhile for you to make your own reputation bad for a laboratory at a young age. Can't tell."

Ouyang heard about this caution yesterday, and her first reaction was that Zhang Fan wanted nothing but empty hands. As for Zhang Fan having thoughts about tuberculosis, she didn’t believe it at all. Seeing Zhang Fan’s endocrine rounds in the Department of Gastroenterology, she knew it. He was flying like a dog, and nothing was done.

"Look at you, I really have some ideas!" Zhang Fan reassured the old lady while packing up the documents in his hand.

"It's good to have an idea. Don't be afraid of failure. There is no 100% success in saving people. There is no 100% success in scientific research. Even if it fails, it is normal. Don't worry." You are no longer good at scientific research.

Since Zhang Fan passed out once on the operating table, it was hard for others to say, but Ouyang spoke to Zhang Fan much better.

"Well, that's what I thought too. Someone is always trying to go one step ahead, otherwise we will always be a prefecture-level tertiary hospital."

"Okay, arrange more people and let everyone practice their hands. That's all right, I don't worry about it if you have the bottom line. I'm still busy arranging decoration today. Dean Chen has never done a project. I'm rough worried."

After speaking, Ouyang left with his helmet on. Standing at the door, Zhang Fan looked at Ouyang who was walking away, feeling a little agitated in his heart, what can he do, there is such a good old lady supporting him all the time.

Within a minute of emotion, Wang Hong stood beside Zhang Fan like a ghost. "Today, all these documents are handed over to Dean Yan. Let Yan Yuan consider it. If you agree, you can sign it. If you don't agree, you can type it back and try again."

"Okay, Zhang Yuan. Just now, some enterprises in the high-tech zone called and said that they are going to visit the hospital today. Do you want to attend?"

"Well, if I have the surgery, I will come if I have time. If I don't have time, let Dean Li Cunhou preside over it. I also told Dean Li Cunhou. Anyway, whoever pays will participate. If it succeeds, everyone will share the results together. If it fails, everyone will share the results. Take it together."

"Okay, I see, Yuan Zhang, you are going to the department for surgery, do you need me to go?"

"You don't want to go, you go to the office and look at the unfinished documents in the past few days."

After speaking, Zhang Fan turned his head and left.

Wang Hong looked at Zhang Fan and let out a long sigh. Other leaders, such as her husband's leader, are deeply afraid that others will seize power, and all rights are firmly imprisoned, but this one has completely delegated power.

Originally, Wang Hong thought that Zhang Fan would be excluded. As a result, now Yan Xiaoyu is in charge of finance and bidding, like a busy dog, every meal has a tendering businessman handing in bids, but now Yan Xiaoyu respects Zhang Yuan even more.

And more and more maintain Zhang Yuan.

For example, Li Cunhou, an academician, is clearly a subordinate in front of Zhang Fan.

"Could this be trickery?" Wang Hong couldn't figure it out, and went back to the office to open the file with emotion. This is all Zhang Fan's work. Some party and government agencies issued documents requiring Zhang Fan to read the receipt, and Zhang Fan let Wang Hong take charge of everything.

Sometimes Wang Hong, after sitting for a whole day, her back would almost break due to exhaustion. No matter how much her husband tossed about, her waist would not be as uncomfortable as her waist. On the contrary, there is a feeling of wanting to stop, and sometimes when I am in a trance, I feel as if I am the dean.

When Zhang Fan went to the operating room, he planted a bomb and then ignored it.

The conference room in the administrative building is in a mess, because there is nothing to ask for at present, and there is nothing to say when I go there, so I simply tell Li Cunhou to face this group of money-payers.

If you ask Li Cunhou to face the government, he can't do it, and if he doesn't do it well, the government can sell him.

But if you ask Li Cunhou to face these pharmaceutical and device companies, he really has experience in fighting. Because Lao Li has been dealing with these people since the beginning of the research and development of allotransplantation, which can be regarded as gaining experience.

Zhang Fan just told him that anyone with an idea has a high probability of success, and that's enough. In the large meeting room of the administrative building, the persons in charge of Chasu from various companies came.

"Li Yuan, even if you don't like our little money, you have to report it to the board of directors and the head office. Can't Zhang Yuan say that he wants to study TB, and then just ask for money.

In general, give us a feasibility report! "

"Before the experiment is formed, this is all confidential. Do you think I will give you the report, and then you will turn around and start a new one?" Lao Li smiled and drank tea, taking his time.

Although he has goods now, he is actually a scarce seller. The more secure and hypocritical he is, the more at ease this group of people will be.

I didn't see that even a bottle of mineral water was not provided in the big conference room. This was specifically explained by Li Cunhou. In the past few years, he has let this group of people bully him to gain experience.

The people below were also whispering to each other, but Lao Li didn't care. "Anyway, our scientific research project team is about to be established. Anyone of you who wants to participate can sign up. I have some corresponding lists here.

For example, whoever is willing to supply the equipment for the P3 experiment, the relative proportion, and whoever is willing to be responsible for the maintenance of the laboratory all have quotas. In principle, only 2 companies or individuals can apply for each project, and cross-application is not accepted. You think it over well, if you are willing to participate, you can get the registration form from the director of the school office.

If you don't want to participate, you should go back early. It's cold, and it's no use sitting here to waste time. "

One operation that Zhang Fan had agreed upon came out, but it turned out to be snowy, cold and slippery, with a lot of injuries. The doctors in the Department of Orthopedics could hardly open the plug. One came to the emergency department, and the other came to the emergency department.

Zhang Fan didn't rush out of the operating room, and accompanied a group of trauma orthopedic doctors in the operating room.

However, this kind of trauma is relatively easy compared to the bruises on the construction site. The operation is not too difficult, it is just a repetitive task.

In fact, most of the work in the hospital is repetitive work, and the intensity is not small, so sometimes there is a strange phenomenon in the hospital, the skilled person has a bad temper, and the good-tempered technology is not good.

The simplest ones, such as the infusion room in the outpatient hall, take a look, the little nurse who can't get you through two or three needles, smiles so sweetly that some men can't bear the idea of ​​quarreling. And those nurses who specialize in needles for infants and young children can turn the world upside down if they have a bad temper.

"Ba Yin, go on vacation when it's time to go. It's not convenient to go out in winter." After the operation, Zhang Fan went out and ran into Bayin. Seeing it, Zhang Fan was shocked.

Bayin has gained weight in the past few months, and he feels like he is moving when he walks.

"I was on vacation right after I took office, and I was afraid that others would have opinions." Bayin looked left and right, and found no one, so he whispered the truth to Zhang Fan.

"Then you can't do this, you are also in the medical field, how did you gain weight so fast?"

"My mother and mother-in-law are afraid that the child in their stomach will be hungry these days, and feed me like a pig every day!"

"Okay, you are also greedy, don't eat too much and get a gestational hypertension and diabetes. Should you rest or rest, I will ask the director of the nursing department to come and support you for a while, but no one said when she came."

"Well, Zhang Yuan is good to me!" The face that was already fat like a moon could not be seen when he smiled.

Zhang Fan shook his head, the former Bayingul was a flower, now Bayingul is the aunt.

Back in the administration building, Zhang Fan stretched comfortably, took out the rice he had brought from the refrigerator, and heated it up in the microwave.

The family has cooked a lot of mutton in the past few days, and Shao Hua will be full in twos and twos, so Zhang Fan can only bring it to the hospital for two meals a day.

Zhang Fan's family has a tradition, perhaps this is also the tradition of most people in Huaguo, that is, food should not be wasted. Especially Zhang Fan's father, he could blow his nose and stare angrily when he saw someone dumping leftovers.

Heat up the mutton in the microwave oven, my dear, the smell of mutton in the office, Zhang Fan was dumbfounded, this shit, just sat down, Lao Li came.

"Have you eaten?"

"Hey, I've been entangled with that sex dealer all morning, drank a lot of water, and when I go to the bathroom, my chest will stick to my back with hunger."

"Come on, come on, I left some mutton for you, prairie sheep, it's very good."

Lao Li was not too polite, washed his hands, and started to eat mutton with garlic, "Mutton is delicious in the frontier."

"That's right, you should eat more!" Zhang Fan actually had the feeling that the goods that he smashed his hands were sold.

After Lao Li finished eating, he began to report to Zhang Fan, "Pharmaceutical companies and equipment companies in the high-tech zone have all participated. What's better this time is that Huaguo's pharmaceutical companies have also participated."

"That?" Zhang Fan was curious.

"Etherian! They also participated in the shares this time."

"Oh!" Zhang Fan nodded, feeling relieved that finally there are pharmaceutical companies actively participating in scientific research instead of health care products.

"This is a good thing!"

Zhang Fan just said that after the meeting, the companies in the Chasu High-tech Zone gave money to those who gave them money and equipment to those who gave them equipment, as if they were afraid of being abandoned. The boss of the Chasu Bank ran to the government to ask the government to come forward and collect the money.

The tea government now has two fears, one is afraid of banks, and the other is fear of tea hospitals. I don't know how Cha Su's boss fooled the bank, anyway, Zhang Fan didn't plan to save money.

"Why hasn't your Yuan Zhang come here recently! Everyone is wishful thinking, do you think he will come?"

Director Huang of the Department of Infectious Diseases waited for a few days. Zhang Fan didn't come, and the others didn't say anything. She couldn't wait any longer. She stood at the door of the department and looked outside every day, guessing that the hospital's ward rounds were over. Director Huang entered the department cursing.

As soon as she finished scolding Zhang Fan, the head nurse yelled, "Yuan Zhang is here!"

"Why did I hear someone scolding me!" Zhang Fan led Wang Hong and scientific research instructor Zhao Yanfang into the Department of Infectious Diseases.

The last time Zhang Fan came here, he kept a low profile because he had no money! No equipment, no personnel, it is a three-no product.

But this time, it's time for Nima to show Lao Huang what it means to be rich and powerful.