top student at medical school

Chapter 441 Leisurely Stroll and Uneasy Feelings

Fang Ziye chased after Deng Yong to the door, and as he watched Deng Yong's receding figure, he whispered, "Master, please get some rest."

Deng Yong paused slightly, glanced back at Fang Ziye with narrowed eyes, nodded calmly, and then continued walking.

Fang Ziye turned around and walked back slowly. He raised his left thumb and picked at the bridge of his nose between his inner canthi. It was a little itchy there, and Fang Ziye was also a little uneasy.

In school, multiple-choice questions are a matter of points, but in the workplace, there are no right or wrong answers, but the consequences are far more serious.

After taking out his phone, Fang Ziye typed a message to his master, Yuan Weihong: "Master, Teacher Deng, Teacher Du, and Director Xu from the Personnel Department just came to see me."

"The terms haven't been agreed upon yet, but that's okay."

Yuan Weihong, who was neither asleep nor at work, replied to the message almost instantly: "Ziye, what have you been doing?"

Yuan Weihong had no idea what Fang Ziye would do. Fang Ziye only told Yuan Weihong what the final result would be, without mentioning the process. Yuan Weihong was now uneasy, not just anxious.

"Master, I didn't actually do anything. I just went into the kitchen to see what dishes were available."

"The students don't actually have that much cooking skill or ability, but if they see someone they don't like, they might have a chance to give them a good whack!"

“Master, you should also get some rest. Go to the countryside when you need to, and make arrangements as needed.”

"Yes, I just confessed to Teacher Deng Yong... I could tell he was very disappointed." Fang Ziye hesitated while editing the message, even hesitating to click the send button.

Deng Yong also had a debt of gratitude to Fang Ziye.

However, there is now a certain degree of conflict between Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, and Fang Ziye can't do anything about it.

"Ziye, please don't do anything reckless..." Yuan Weihong really couldn't understand Fang Ziye.

Yuan Weihong couldn't figure out what kind of magic Fang Ziye possessed that could change the situation in the department.

"call."

"call."

At one o'clock in the morning, Fang Ziye was fast asleep in the trauma center's clinic, his soft snoring regular and peaceful.

After being woken up, Fang Ziye instinctively apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired from working the night shift... I..."

Upon seeing the faces of the visitors, Fang Ziye's voice abruptly stopped, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists: "Are you two here for a medical consultation?"

Fang Ziye recognized the visitors; they were General Manager He and another young man, who had come to explain the situation to him after Fang Ziye was punished for charging for epidermal growth factor as a dressing in the department last time.

At this moment, the two of them were still holding the registration slips in their hands.

Fang Ziye cannot directly expel people.

The young man stood behind the middle-aged man, gently closing the door to the consultation room. After closing the door, he adjusted his glasses.

After swallowing hard several times, Mr. He looked at Fang Ziye with apprehension and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fang, could you please be lenient and let our company off the hook?"

"We are willing to compensate you tenfold or even a hundredfold for the losses caused to you."

"It's not easy for domestic pharmaceutical companies to survive now, and it's even more difficult for them to create original drugs. Our company has invested at least 300 million yuan in this project."

"If we stop here, we will lose a lot of money."

Mr. He's voice was exceptionally sincere at this moment, his respectful tone tinged with disbelief.

Who would have thought that the company started investigating the whole story at nine o'clock, and it took four hours to find out that the cause of the incident was actually a resident doctor at Zhongnan Hospital.
Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, stood up, and straightened the sleeves of his short-sleeved white coat in preparation for any eventuality: "Mr. He, have you come to the wrong person? Or have you said the wrong thing?"

"My hands are very cheap, and I can't find the source of what you're saying."

Could you put it more bluntly?

He Yaolin stared intently at Fang Ziye's expression, unable to discern whether Fang Ziye was feigning weakness or simply pretending to be innocent.

But now that things have come to this point, he has to step up and resolve the issue. If he can resolve it before the company's head comes to hold him accountable, he can still keep his job.

Otherwise, he would not only lose his job, but he might also end up in jail.

The crime of illegally transporting "drugs" can range from minor to serious, with a short period of detention being the least severe punishment.

"Teacher Fang, let's not beat around the bush. Wasn't it you who reported it out of anger after being punished?" He Yaolin asked cautiously, bowing slightly.

Punishing the traditional Chinese medicine industry is no longer effective, and even controlling it has no effect.

The company's multi-million dollar project was halted at the last minute by the company itself. If this had happened more than ten years ago, it would have been a matter of life and death.

Even now, the company's upper management could still bankrupt him!

This is not alarmist.

Fang Ziye said, "President He, you need to speak logically and coherently. When you're trying to label someone or frame them, there should be some clear logic behind it."

"Report? Who should I report to? The Provincial Health Commission? The Discipline Inspection Commission? Or our hospital?"

"You must have the wrong person."

Fang Ziye didn't need to pretend; he genuinely hadn't done anything like reporting anyone. Anyone who said he was punished for this, resulting in a three-month delay in his chief residency and preventing him from complaining to his friends—

Fang Ziye could just curse out loud!
Why can't I vent to my friends?

Moreover, no one dares to find fault with Huang Kai. Huang Kai is just a patient who has just been discharged from the hospital. He had surgery at Zhongnan Hospital and had previously recovered at Enshi Sanatorium.

Would any company dare to approach Huang Kai now?
It's fair to say that if Huang Kai were to get into any more trouble, the blatant Mr. Chen would probably be in jail. You've already caused someone's family to be almost ruined, what more do you want?

Even if this line is discovered, Fang Ziye doesn't care.

As for the message that teacher sent to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye did not reply. Secondly, if someone could check that person's phone, what would be the point of Fang Ziye playing around? He would just shut up and not say a word.

Hurry up and pack your things, and get ready to go abroad with Yuan Weihong!

He Yaolin shrugged: "Teacher Fang, if you're going to play dumb like this, then there's no point. You must know someone here. Could you please be lenient and say that you've already resolved this matter, and that our company is willing to compensate you?"

"So we're not going to pursue this matter further?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked in return, "What matter is no longer being pursued?"

"Who do I know? Who can I talk to? Can you give me someone to confide in?"

"Mr. He, I'm not a BDSM practitioner. If I had someone to confide in, would I have been wronged like this in the first place?"

"Mr. He, I'm a victim too. I'm still being victimized. Who am I supposed to talk to? Has anyone suggested that I'm innocent and therefore the punishment against me should be rescinded?"

"No? There's no such person!"

He Yaolin then asked, "Then why did you send that message to Dr. Huang Kai in Enshi? Who did you ask him to pass it on to?"

Fang Ziye immediately took out his phone.

"Brother Kai, it's good that you've recovered. Please politely decline the invitations from other teachers for me. Just say that I'm currently in the chief residency stage, and my chief residency period has been extended."

"I can't leave my job for now!"

After reading it, Fang Ziye said, "Is this the message?"

"Come on, let's look at the previous message. In the previous message, we were talking about a trauma teaching surgery. Huang Kai is a former employee of Enshi Central Hospital. Isn't the director he mentioned the director of Enshi Central Hospital?"

"I know them too? I won't call them 'teacher,' I'll just call them by their names? Wu Guonan, then Hong Du?"

"So that's how you address someone, right? You call your boss by their first name at work, and you call your superiors by their first name too? You call your business partners in a partner company by their first name as well?"

"Mr. He, what exactly are you here for?"

"If you're sick, go see a doctor. If you're not feeling unwell, cancel your appointment. I only treat trauma emergencies here; I don't have the skills for other conditions."

"If you don't leave, I'm calling the police," Fang Ziye replied, putting his phone away.

He Yaolin touched his stomach, his face showing extreme discomfort.

Hearing this, the thin young man wearing glasses next to him said, "Dr. Fang, having more friends means having more options. Can you put in a good word for me in this matter?"

"If I could help you, could you? After all, you and Dr. Wu from Tongji Hospital are good friends. If this clinical research project is stopped, all of Dr. Wu's previous efforts will be wasted."

"When problems arise, we solve them, right, Dr. Fang?" The young man forced a smile.

Fang Ziye's complaints are not to blame; it's just that they took an unconventional approach and got caught red-handed.

Actually, the company is quite clever; instead of directly selling epidermal growth factor, it uses dressings as a substitute for medical orders to replace payment.

This doesn't really count as distribution.

However, if no one investigates this matter, it will go unpunished; if someone does investigate, the nature of the matter will be even more egregious.

How are epidermal growth factor and dressing orders interchanged? Why are the nurses in the department allowed to get this medication? These details are like digging up a sack of shit.

Of course, we won't scrutinize it that closely.

The director is responsible for the overall work, and the dean is responsible for the overall work.

When problems arise in a hospital, the higher authorities won't directly trace the individual to the hospital; they'll simply dismiss the director or hospital director, and the rest will have to conduct their own investigations.

Anyone found violating laws or regulations will be taken away immediately.

It's difficult to comment on whether lower-level doctors were threatened or actively involved.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have no connections and no background. My only background is my two masters. Everything I have achieved is thanks to their support.”

“If I had someone above me, I wouldn’t just be the chief resident now, and I wouldn’t be implicated in any punishments. That’s the truth.”

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please make yourself at home."

“If you feel unwell, that’s fine, we’ll proceed with your medical appointment as usual. If you don’t feel unwell, please be considerate and understand that a junior doctor on night shift might be tired, okay?” Fang Ziye humbled himself to the core.

Of course, in Fang Ziye's heart, he was awarding himself an Oscar.

It's just pretending to be stupid, anyone can do that.
Before going to find Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye had already thought about many things.

The reason why Fang Ziye's thinking changed in this way was due to the 'cultivation' of the siblings Lan Tianluo and Luo Tingzhu.

When Lan Tianluo got rid of the professor of respiratory medicine, he didn't directly break off relations. In fact, the other party could only suspect the slightest clues about Lan Tianluo's involvement.

"Dr. Fang, let's chat for a few more minutes."

"Or? Name your price!" How could He Yaolin dare to leave directly?

If I were to turn around and leave, I could end up disgraced and bankrupt.

After searching for so long, many people still have no clue.

The above is not directed at the entire company, but the country is currently imposing stricter controls on clinical trials, and any violations will be dealt with severely.

There's no other reason than that the problem with the medication had a far-reaching impact.

"I want to sleep, what price should I name?"

"Why are you trying to trick me? I can't help you, so what price can I ask for? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"So you really have to accuse me of extortion, huh?"

"Mr. He, I'm the victim!" Fang Ziye looked at He Yaolin with a smirk.

“You are the one. I was punished in April, and it’s almost the end of June now. More than two months have passed. Did I say anything?” Fang Ziye retorted.

The two had no choice but to leave the trauma center clinic, because Fang Ziye had indeed called the security office, and one of the security office personnel had arrived.

Seeing that the two had no arms or legs, they asked what had happened.

However, the fewer people who know what they want to say, the better; how could they dare to make it public?

After stammering a few words, he was kicked out of the emergency trauma center.

You can't fake a fracture in a trauma center's emergency room. If you don't have external injuries, and the X-rays don't show a fracture, how can you fake it?
Even if you stay in pain and refuse to cooperate, it won't help. Go to the clinic tomorrow.

"..."

“He’s asleep again.” Outside the emergency room of Zhongnan Hospital, the young man reported to He Yaolin, pushing up his glasses and squinting as he spoke.

He Yaolin yanked his earlobe hard, wincing in pain: "Is he really sleeping? He's sleeping so soundly!"

He Yaolin had a feeling that this matter was directly related to Fang Ziye, but the evidence he had so far was not enough to prove it, which was really frustrating.

The young man asked very seriously, "Mr. He, is it possible that this matter really has nothing to do with Dr. Fang, but that we didn't handle something properly, which is why it was discovered?"

"The company's legal counsel had warned us before that if this kind of thing is discovered or reported, the punishment will be very severe once it is taken seriously."

He Yaolin narrowed his eyes: "I don't know, let's go back and check it out properly."

"Actually, it might not have much to do with Fang Ziye. He just made a few complaints. How could he possibly move such a huge system and resources?"

……

The next day, six o'clock in the morning.

Wang Yuanqi rushed to the emergency trauma center clinic, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then went inside.

After a series of lingering fears, she saw Fang Ziye ordering takeout as if nothing had happened, so she asked, "Ziye, have you heard about what happened at the hospital last night?"

"Both directors were dismissed on the spot, and Director Han was also implicated. Something that happened two months ago was brought up again."

"Yes, I've heard about it, but I don't know the specifics. I've stayed in the consultation room the whole time."

"It's another 24-hour shift today. Going to work makes me happy." Fang Ziye chuckled as he pushed his phone over.

"Shall we order together, Senior Brother Wang?"

Wang Yuanqi didn't mince words. In Wang Yuanqi's view, Fang Ziye was a victim who had been exonerated: "You really should treat us to a meal. The hospital has rescinded the penalty for extending your hospital stay."

"So after you finish your term as chief resident next February, you can still be removed from your post as scheduled."

After ordering a bowl of beef hot dry noodles, Wang Yuanqi asked with a smile, "Isn't ordering this a bit too much of a rip-off for you?"

A simple bowl of hot dry noodles costs five to six yuan at the market, and with an extra two yuan for delivery, it's around eight yuan. Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian both ordered the vegetarian version. A bowl of beef hot dry noodles costs eighteen yuan, but if you eat it in person, it's sixteen yuan. Fang Ziye said, "It's alright, Brother Qi, your junior brother can afford to treat you to this."

"Aren't you going to hand over your shift this morning?" Fang Ziye asked.

“If you don’t dare to go, just pretend you’re still in surgery. Later, get me a wound cleaning specialist, and I’ll take someone directly to the operating room.” Wang Yuanqi shook his head vigorously.

The fact that Han Yuanxiao was dismissed from his position as administrative director after only one year has had a huge impact.

Deng Yong was also demoted as director and definitely couldn't be promoted. Now, Professor Liu Huanglong is acting as director, which is a huge windfall for Professor Liu.

Serving concurrently as the administrative director of the trauma center and the administrative director of the trauma surgery department—that's some serious authority.

Wang Yuanqi didn't want to see Han Yuanxiao's expression.

“Alright, then go next door and tell Dr. Liu Guo beforehand that if there are any injuries to the limbs, don’t send him away,” Fang Ziye nodded.

"I went to see it before I came!"

Speaking of this, Wang Yuanqi asked with great curiosity, "So, Brother Xian, have you taken a liking to Liu Guo next door?"

"It seems that there aren't many young people in our hospital who can handle a 'female PhD' like Liu Guo right now."

"Xian-ge is one of them."

Wang Yuanqi knew that Nie Mingxian also held the title of associate professor, but was not currently an associate professor.

"I don't know about that. All I know is that Brother Xian told me before that he and his ex-girlfriend were getting along quite well and were originally planning to get married."

"But his ex-girlfriend had planned her future entirely in Kyoto, so she didn't go back to Enshi with him, and things eventually fizzled out."

"During his years in Enshi, Xian-ge didn't find a girlfriend or go on blind dates. After returning to Kyoto, his ex-girlfriend's child is old enough to call him uncle." Fang Ziye wasn't curious about this gossip.

No matter what choice Nie Mingxian makes, it's correct.

Fang Ziye hoped that Nie Mingxian could stay, but Nie Mingxian had already planned to return to Kyoto and would not stay in Han City for long.

Therefore, Fang Ziye couldn't give Nie Mingxian any hints. If he did, it would ruin Nie Mingxian's future, which would be a thankless task.

"Da da da!~"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

"Brother Qi, aren't you going to hand over your shift early?" Fang Ziye stopped talking and turned to ask.

"I'm not going," Wang Yuanqi shook his head.

When Nie Mingxian entered, his expression was as if he were looking at two idiots.

"What the hell are you doing handing over your shifts today, Saturday? Are you two gossiping behind each other's backs?" Nie Mingxian asked, quite cleverly as expected.

……

In the head of the trauma surgery department's office.

After hanging up the phone again, Han Yuanxiao, who hadn't slept all night, rubbed his eyebrows hard with his left hand and walked to the window to look at the scenery outside.

Directly opposite is the internal medicine building, next to it is a small road leading to the medical school of Seoul National University, and next door is the outpatient building and the emergency room.

Han Yuanxiao suddenly looked in that direction with a feeling of exhaustion, then gently raised his head and blinked.

Just then, someone knocked on the door and entered.

Han Yuanxiao turned around and saw Zhang Zixi walk in, carrying a bucket of water for him.

"Director Han, have some water." Zhang Zixi had only received the news this morning that Han Yuanxiao hadn't slept all night, so she came early on purpose.

Otherwise, Zhang Zixi can arrive at 9:00 AM for the ward rounds on Saturday.

"Zixi, who sent you? Was it your teacher?" Han Yuanxiao asked.

Han Yuanxiao studied under Professor Xiong for his master's degree, but transferred to Professor Dong Yaohui for his doctoral studies.

On the contrary, Zhang Zixi became Professor Xiong's last disciple. After guiding Zhang Zixi to graduate, Professor Xiong retired.

"Yes!" Zhang Zixi didn't hide it.

Han Yuanxiao didn't sleep a wink last night. Professor Xiong already knew about the training exercise at the hospital.

"My master even called acquaintances in the hospital, but it was no use. This time, the hospital leadership was like madmen, nitpicking and insisting on getting to the bottom of things."

"From what the teacher said, it might be related to the inspection team. The inspection team is stationed in Enshi, but that doesn't mean they don't inspect other places." Zhang Zixi said as she pressed the button to boil water.

Although Zhang Zixi and Han Yuanxiao were not particularly close, they were still fellow disciples, and Zhang Zixi always followed Han Yuanxiao.

If Han Yuanxiao is removed from his position as administrative director, he will be affected to some extent. At the very least, when it comes to promotion, if he doesn't have outstanding achievements, he will only be ranked lower.

Deng Yong's group's current results are like sheep droppings, one after another, one after another...

Zhang Zixi then began preparing the tea leaves. A moment later, she turned and asked, "Director Han, was it your mentor's idea to invite Professor Liu Qiao to a meeting in Wuhan?"

Zhang Zixi rarely called Han Yuanxiao "senior brother," as Han Yuanxiao was much older than him. When Zhang Zixi was studying, Han Yuanxiao had already started working, so the title of "senior brother" was not appropriate.

Han Yuanxiao shook his head: "It's not Master's idea. Master even advised me against it. It's my personal opinion."

“If Deng Yong and his group are allowed to continue developing, he may not be an academic tyrant, but he will actually become an ironclad ‘valve’.”

“Before the ‘valve’ is established, no one realizes that they are a ‘valve’. It’s just a special standard that you have to pass through to get into this circle.”

"Everyone else can only wait to die!"

“For example, Jin Huan, it could be someone else.” Han Yuanxiao calmly looked out the window.

Zhang Zixi then asked, "Director Han? Tell me, is there any connection between our invitation to Professor Liu Qiao to attend the mid-year academic conference in Wuhan and what happened yesterday?"

Han Yuanxiao narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and tilted his head slightly: "Zixi, what do you mean?"

"One is the personnel issue within our orthopedics department, and the other is the issue of the inspection team investigating corruption."

"The prohibition of commercial use of drugs during clinical trials is essentially an economic issue. What connection could there be between these two?"

Zhang Zixi pulled up a chair and sat down: "Director Han, I was just making a random guess."

"These two events happened sequentially, and there is a coincidence in their timing."

"Director Han, will Professor Liu Qiao still join the company?" Zhang Zixi was not clear about many details, and Professor Xiong was more concerned about Han Yuanxiao's situation.

Whether Liu Qiao returns or not, whether he goes back to the department or not, has almost nothing to do with Zhang Zixi.

As for the feud between Liu Qiao and Professor Dong, Zhang Zixi was unaware of it; it was Han Yuanxiao who told her.

Han Yuanxiao analyzed the situation after Professor Liu Qiao joined the department. Even if Han Yuanxiao lost his position as director, the junior doctors in the department would still have more opportunities.

Han Yuanxiao had said long ago that he was not dividing the departments for his own benefit, but to give more students a relatively fair opportunity.

Han Yuanxiao is already the administrative director, so what else could he possibly compete for? Even if Professor Liu Qiao were to join the department, Fang Ziye would not choose to come to Han Yuanxiao's group.

"Although I was the administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery before, I only had the right to recommend. How the personnel department negotiated with Professor Liu Qiao was beyond my control."

"So whether Professor Liu can take the job or not is beyond my control. Just like with Yuan Weihong wanting to resign, I can only respect his personal choice." Han Yuanxiao chuckled and sat down opposite Zhang Zixi.

"However, I'm still too anxious. The company and Professor Duan Hong said that the clinical trials for that drug are about to enter the third round, and our Zhongnan Hospital will be the next pilot hospital for expanded clinical trials..."

"If I hadn't agreed, and if the professor of hand surgery hadn't agreed either, the situation would have been even better."

As Han Yuanxiao finished speaking, he clenched his thumb tightly and said in a flippant tone, "Wang Yuanqi is one thing, but why should Deng Yong bypass me and arrange a position for Gu Yi?"

"Can Gu Yi and Liu Zhengjun be compared?"

"With his attitude and character, he is not fit to be the director, nor is he fit to rule the hospital. I guarantee that if Deng Yong actually takes power, none of the other PhDs in our department will have a chance to stay in the hospital."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zixi grinned and said, "Director Han, it's understandable that Director Deng is considering his student's future. After all, Ziye was Professor Deng's first student to stay at the hospital."

“Professor Deng only appointed Gu Yi after he stepped down from his position as administrative director, which is actually quite understandable…” Zhang Zixi noticed that Han Yuanxiao’s expression was off, so she stopped talking.

The power to appoint personnel rests with the administrative director, which is perfectly reasonable. When Deng Yong was the administrative director, Professor Dong Yaohui didn't complain at all.

"Director Han, how should we conclude the matter of Yuan Weihong's resignation?" Zhang Zixi changed the subject.

The benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

It's true that Han Yuanxiao dislikes Deng Yong's style, but the first person disgusted by your decision to bring Professor Liu Qiao back to Central South University is Yuan Weihong.

"It's up to Deng Yong to figure out a solution to this!"

“Our department is short of a professor to lead a research group. Liu Huanglong is not qualified, and we can’t leave this position vacant forever.”

"Professor Liu Qiao comes from our Zhongnan Hospital. If he can come back and lead the team, he can fill the gap in the number of beds available in the department."

"If Yuan Weihong really can't prioritize the overall situation, then it's his freedom to resign!" Han Yuanxiao analyzed calmly.

"Glug glug. Glug glug..."

The sound of boiling water assaulted their ears. Zhang Zixi poured tea for them and remained silent.

Han Yuanxiao then added, "Actually, Yuan Weihong has better options after leaving Central South University. With his current professional skills and research experience, even if he wanted to go to Tongji or Peking Union Medical College, it would be a better future for him."

There's no need to squeeze together like mud falling into your crotch.

While brewing tea, Zhang Zixi said quietly, "Director Han, Professor Liu Huanglong gave up the position of administrative director of the hand surgery department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and came to our hospital's trauma surgery department."

"Is it really the best solution for Yuan Weihong to go to Peking Union Medical College or Tongji University at this time?"

Han Yuanxiao sensed Zhang Zixi's melancholy and asked in return, "Then let me ask you, was Liu Qiao's resignation after failing to be promoted to associate professor also the best solution for him?"

"Teacher Chu just passed away not long ago, and both Liu Qiao and Martin Yong's promotions were blocked. Isn't that obvious?"

"Liu Qiao now wants to return to Zhongnan Hospital, and that is his right."

"If Liu Qiao can take this path, why can't Yuan Weihong?"

Zhang Zixi said naturally, "Because of Fang Ziye?"

"Director Han, if this matter gets rid of Fang Ziye, I think my mentor will get rid of you too. Liu Qiao won't be able to come back either!"

Han Yuanxiao remained silent.

"Da da da!~"

After Zhang Zixi finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Han Yuanxiao and Zhang Zixi simultaneously and casually said, "Please come in."

Then Professor Du Xinzhan pushed open the door and walked in, holding his phone in his hand, grinning: "Han Yuanxiao, you're having a good time, aren't you? I called you but no one answered."

Upon hearing this, Han Yuanxiao and Zhang Zixi immediately stood up and called out, "Director Du, Teacher Du."

Du Xinzhan didn't react, but calmly said, "The personnel department asked me to inform you that Liu Qiao's demands are too high, and the hospital can't afford to hire him."

"You are still the head of the trauma surgery department. This is someone you recommended, so I should pass this message on to you."

"I originally planned to say it over the phone, but your phone is too precious, and no one answered when I called, so I had no choice but to come over first."

Han Yuanxiao remained calm upon hearing this: "Director Du, our ward is short of a senior professional to lead a team. What should we do? Has the personnel department looked for other candidates?"

"The personnel department is still discussing it. I am also exploring a feasible solution with the hospital. If it doesn't work, we can let a capable associate professor take the lead and the professors leading the group should be younger and younger."

"The second thing is that the meeting between the personnel department and the dean's office resolved that Yuan Weihong's resignation application could not be approved."

"You need to step forward and do some serious ideological work, ask Yuan Weihong what difficulties he is facing, and try your best to find a solution."

"There's a third thing. After discussing it with Professor Xiong, we've decided to transfer you to the hand surgery department next month. They're really short-staffed there."

Han Yuanxiao could understand the first two things, but the third thing was hard for him to accept: "Director Du, me? Why would I go to the hand surgery department?"

"Go do whatever you can. It's not just you going; you and Deng Yong both have to go."

Du Xinzhan also lost his temper: "You two senior officers, besides doing your job, all you do in the department is think about not doing your job."

"Then you can all go next door and choose your own men. Except for Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, whom you can't touch, you can choose the others yourselves!"

"This is an internal decision made by our orthopedics department. I am in charge of personnel transfers within the orthopedics department. If you are unwilling to comply, then apply to the medical affairs office for a reshuffle."

After saying that, Du Xinzhan closed the door to the senior executive's office and left.

Han Yuanxiao and Zhang Zixi were instantly petrified.

What is this going to do?
Should we simply remove all the core members from the trauma surgery department?

Should the trauma surgery department be given directly to Liu Huanglong, or should it be dropped?

“There must be some force driving these recent events.” Han Yuanxiao’s eyes widened, and he began to tap the table with four fingers in agitation.

……

Meanwhile, in the trauma center clinic, Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and Wang Yuanqi were making hot dry noodles together.

Nie Mingxian also forcefully took half of the beef from Wang Yuanqi's bowl.

Wang Yuanqi stared in disbelief as Nie Mingxian put the food directly into his mouth. Just as his lips twitched, the phone rang.

He disregarded his happy and leisurely mood, answered the phone, and then his expression visibly froze in front of Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian, even showing a hint of fear...

Seeing this, Nie Mingxian scratched his cheek and asked in a low voice, "Brother Qi, don't be angry. How about I order you another bowl of noodles and add five servings of beef?"

Wang Yuanqi glared at Nie Mingxian, blinked, and said nothing.

Fang Ziye quickly swallowed the last mouthful of hot dry noodles, wiped the sesame paste from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Brother Xian, stop joking. Brother Qi must have something serious to do."

When Nie Mingxian saw that Wang Yuanqi's expression had changed drastically, he stopped playing around.

Wang Yuanqi hung up the phone without saying a word, his face showing a series of interesting expressions. He didn't even know how to bring it up with Fang Ziye and the other person, so he started eating.

(End of this chapter)