We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Just after finishing lunch, Wen Zhixia saw Xiaoya come in with a depressed look on her face.

"Sister Zhixia, the vice president is looking for you."

When Wen Zhixia knocked on the door of the vice-president's office, Mao Feng was watching a short video of a beautiful woman doing aerobics.

"Xiao Wen," Mao Feng laughed and turned off his phone screen when he saw him come in. "I heard from the nurses in the department that you don't seem to be getting along well with other colleagues?"

It is obvious that this is Mao Qianqian complaining.

Then she didn't beat around the bush. "Director Mao, there's been a recent incident of overusing expired drugs in our department. I simply highlighted this issue. If nothing goes wrong, it's fine. But if a patient experiences an adverse reaction and it's reported to the Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Drug Administration, it will have a serious impact on the hospital's image."

"Xiao Wen, you're such a stickler for details." Mao Feng took a sip of tea. "Let me ask you, how long has this ointment been expired? Is it really unusable? Are you considering the patient's safety, or are you acting on personal feelings?"

Wen Zhixia was slightly furious when she heard this. "Director Mao, of course I'm thinking about the patient. I'm not emotional."

Mao Feng took a sip of tea and said, "I know your grandfather just passed away and you haven't recovered from the grief yet. I can understand."

Wen Zhixia was discussing the matter at hand, but Mao Feng kept avoiding the issue and didn't want to solve it, making it seem as if stopping her colleague from misusing expired drugs was her fault.

"I really don't bring my emotions into my work," Wen Zhixia explained. "Doctors must stick to their principles. If they use expired ointment today and expired glucose tomorrow, will they also use expired aspirin and quick-acting heart pills the day after tomorrow? Who will be responsible for the patient's life then? Where is the hospital's credibility?"

Mao Feng, unable to avoid the topic, grew angry and embarrassed. "Wen Zhixia, don't be hostile to me! Young people should prioritize improving their abilities! Stop shouting slogans and flattering others! Let me ask you, if I let you take the position of Vice President, can you handle the relationship between medical care and society? Can you maintain the stability and unity of the hospital and the stability of its operations?!"

Wen Zhixia said, "Director Mao, I'm talking about expired medicine. What does this have to do with being the director? Besides, by the time I become the director, your grandson will have had his second child. How long will it take for that to happen?"

? ? ? ?

Mao Feng was stunned. He couldn't believe that this well-mannered little girl wanted to be the dean?

In fact, the purpose of calling Wen Zhixia in was to establish his authority and say some roundabout and empty words to make her make nothing of the matter.

Who would have thought that Wen Zhixia wouldn't fall for his tricks. She had learned the skill of despising authority from her parents and grandfather since she was a child.

"Young people should reflect on themselves first!" Mao Feng was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Stop blaming others all the time!"

Outside the door, Xiaoya was listening to the two people arguing in the corridor, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Vice President Mao was notoriously difficult to get along with. Those who offended him were either transferred or resigned, and those who could not be transferred but could not resign were all forced to do the dirty and tiring work.

Wen Zhixia refused to please Mao Qianqian before, and now she openly challenges Vice President Mao. Could it be that she has really lost her relatives and is indifferent to life and death?

Of course, even if she resigned, with her ability level, there would still be many hospitals vying for her, but Xiaoya was reluctant to let her go. Wen Zhixia was the person in the burn department with whom she had the best relationship, and if she left, she would not want to do this job anymore.

At the same time, a tall figure walked quickly from the corridor, and his noble aura and striking facial features instantly attracted the attention of passers-by.

The last time Xiaoya saw Fu Ruo outside Wen Litao's ward, she could recognize him at a glance even if it was just a silhouette from a distance.

"Mr. Fu! Mr. Fu!!" She waved her hands quickly.

Fu Ruoshi turned his gaze and walked towards her.

He was also holding an oversized cartoon plastic bag in his hand, which was inconsistent with his elegant and handsome image.

"Have you seen Wen Zhixia?" Fu Ruoshi asked Xiaoya, "She didn't answer my call."

Xiaoya felt embarrassed when she saw those sparkling peach blossom eyes.

She said hurriedly, "Sister Zhixia was called in by Director Mao to be lectured! She's inside."

Then she recounted to Fu Ruoshi the content of the quarrel, adding more details to the story, and deliberately emphasized Wen Zhixia's helplessness.

Mao Feng?

Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his eyes.

At last year's Jinshang Conference, Mao Feng chased Song Ailing's car and gave her a landscape painting. Song Ailing avoided suspicion and did not get out of the car. It was Fu Rushi who accepted it.

The Song family has many connections in the local Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Drug Administration. Song's father is a retired cadre from a powerful position in the Commission for Discipline Inspection and has a lot of influence there, so Mao Feng needs to curry favor with the Song family.

You messed with the wrong person.

Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi pushed the door open and went in.

He didn't even knock on the door, and Mao Feng and Wen Zhixia were both stunned.

"Eh? Isn't this the burn department?" Fu Ruoshi walked in and started acting, "Oh, sorry, sorry, please tell me, that burn department... Hey? Mao Hospital? What a coincidence!!!"

Mao Feng's hand, which was about to slam the table, immediately dropped down.

The other hand rose again and formed a heart.

"Boss Fu!!!"

Mao Feng smiled broadly and held Fu Ruoshi's hands with both hands. "Hello, hello! Why are you here? Is your mother in good health?"

"I'm healthy, but my voice isn't very good, and my speech is getting harder and harder to hear."

"Aha, haha, hahaha! Please sit down! Please sit down!" Mao Feng laughed dryly and bent over to pour tea for Fu Ruoshi.

While he was pouring tea, Wen Zhixia frowned at Fu Ruoshi and asked him with her mouth, "Why are you here again?"

Fu Ruoshi raised the paper bag in his hand and shook it, "This is for you."

Wen Zhixia took a glance and couldn't take her eyes off.

A whole bag, full of blind boxes.

Her human cat strips.

Wen Zhixia quickly closed her eyes, suppressed her intense excitement, and pretended that she saw nothing.

I will never be tempted by someone's small favors!

Fu Ruoshi saw that her little face was flushed red. She was obviously very excited, but she was pretending not to care. He was almost driven crazy by her cuteness.

The female fighter who had just slammed the table with the dean instantly turned into a sweet girl.

What she wants is really simple.

Fu Ruoshi felt pity and self-blame, and couldn't help but pinch her waist.

"Woo!"

Wen Zhixia almost cried out, the itchiness and pain made her face even redder.

"Mr. Fu, please, have some tea."

Mao Feng made tea and turned around to see Fu Ruoshi and Wen Zhixia flirting with each other.

Fu Ruoshi looked at her with eyes that were about to tear. Wen Zhixia's face also turned pink, and she had completely lost the fierce woman spirit that she had just used to slam the table at him.

This made Mao Feng think of the previous rumors.

Mao Qianqian made up a story for him, saying that Wen Zhixia was Fu Ruoshi's mistress, and that Fu Ruoshi's legal wife was a painter and had given birth to a child for him.

Later, Mao Feng also asked about it at a dinner party, but even the families closest to the Fu family were very secretive about the matter and knew nothing about it.

He thought it was normal for these rich young men to have ten or eight concubines. The vice president was at least a director-level official. Mao Feng didn't take Wen Zhixia seriously. No matter how he looked at her, she didn't look like the lady of a wealthy family.

At this moment, he felt scared. Fu Ruoshi could completely ruin his career with just a few words of criticism against him in front of his mother.

"Mr. Mao," Fu Ruoshi smiled, "I won't drink the tea. I came here to see her."

He pointed at Wen Zhixia and said, "Just now, I heard you criticizing her. Have you finished criticizing her? If you have, I will take her away. If you haven't, I will leave."