Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 455 Big Fool

When Tang Zhongzhong saw Zheng Congyan kneeling down, his expression became even more ferocious, and he cursed in hatred, "Why don't you care?

I have been in school for twenty years and have just found a job.

Just one sentence from you ruined it!

Tell me why you don't care! "

Zheng Congyan's face turned pale: "I've already knelt down, isn't that enough?"

Tang Zhongzhong clenched his fists, thinking about the job he had finally gotten after studying for twenty years.

I was completely devastated by that one sentence. I almost collapsed, and then I became even more angry and yelled, "Not enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Zheng Congyan in the face, hitting him right on the nose, causing him to bleed profusely.

Ah ~

Zheng Congyan was beaten so hard that he screamed, "You...why are you still hitting me?"

bang bang bang~

Tang Zhongzhong kept swinging his fists, punching Zheng Congyan in the face over and over again, and he punched him more than ten times.

Until Zheng Congyan fainted on the ground.

He just stopped.

Everyone at the scene held their breath and watched Tang Zhongzhong go crazy quietly.

Call ~

Huchi~

Call ~

Zheng Congyan, who was lying on the ground beside Tang Zhongzhong, held his knees with his hands, gasping for breath, his chest heaving rapidly, as if he had just used up all his strength.

He vented all the hatred buried deep in his heart on Zheng Congyan.

After the fight, I felt a little tired.

But I felt a little relieved.

Ye Changqing felt that it was about time, so he walked over and said, "Let's go."

Tang Zhongzhong took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

After saying that, he walked towards the exit, and the crowd of onlookers immediately parted to make way for an aisle.

Everyone at the scene watched the two of them leave.

When the dean saw that everyone had left, he glanced at Zheng Congyan lying on the ground and said to the vice dean in a low voice, "With so many people here, we can't keep it secret anymore.

Thousands of people will know what happened today.

"Old Zheng is now a rotten apple. He can't be kept alive. Find a few people to take him to another hospital for treatment. Once he's cured, he won't have to come to work anymore."

The vice president said he understood and took a few security guards to carry Zheng Congyan away.

The hall was no longer lively.

It soon dispersed.

Ten minutes later, normal order was restored.

It's like nothing happened.

A car is driving on the road.

The car was driving very slowly.

Ye Changqing said as he drove: "Who should I look for next?"

Tang Zhongzhong was still immersed in the feeling of having just beaten someone, and it seemed that the blood in his veins was still boiling. When he heard Ye Changqing's question, he was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know either. Let's read the next diary."

Ye Changqing frowned. Isn’t this guy very vindictive?

How could I not even remember this? He slowed down the car and drove towards the side of the road, saying, "Isn't the hatred deep enough?"

Tang Zhongzhong said calmly: "There are too many people who hate me.

It's a bit easy to mess up.

But every incident is deeply hated.

Otherwise I wouldn’t have written it in my diary!”

The car stopped steadily by the roadside and one of the diaries was taken out.

Open the diary, turn to the entry on September 2013, , and read the next entry.

December 2013, 12, heavy snow.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing turned around and asked, "Why are there three months of diary entries missing?"

Tang Zhongzhong's face was miserable: "I have been bored at home for three months, and there is nothing to hate."

Ye Changqing was surprised: "If you don't write every day, it shouldn't be called a diary.

It’s just a ledger at best.”

Tang Zhongzhong shook his head: "It's not an account book, it should be called a grudge book."

Ye Changqing nodded, saying it was very apt.

His gaze returned to the grudge book, where he saw the following words written on the lined, slightly frosted paper:

Today, I went to apply for a job.

Go to the development zone to apply for a job.

There is a new hospital in the development zone. The building is constructed very reasonably, with good lighting, large space, and the most reasonable facilities in the wards.

You can directly connect the oxygen tube to inhale oxygen without having to carry the oxygen tank.

The sockets on the wall are also very reasonable and can be used to plug in various devices.

You don’t even need to use an iron rack to hang an IV bottle. Instead, there is a track on it with an iron hook that can be moved. The design is very user-friendly.

I just walked around the hospital.

I fell in love with this hospital.

I think it would be a happy thing if I could be a doctor here for the rest of my life.

I knocked on the door of the vice president's office with my resume.

The vice president was a man in his forties, wearing glasses and slightly overweight.

When he reached out to take the resume, I noticed that he was wearing a golden watch.

I asked in confusion, "Is this...is this the legendary gold watch?"

The dean shook the watch on his wrist and said with a smile, "Gold watch, one hundred and twenty thousand."

I thought he was showing off, and I felt a sense of contempt for him for some unknown reason.

Isn't it just a few bucks? What's so great about that?

The dean continued with a smile, "Young man, if you come to work in our hospital.

You will also have a gold watch in the future. As long as you work hard, you can have everything."

I didn't expect that the vice president would encourage me.

I secretly regretted my disdain for him just now, and said with a smile: "Thank you, I will try my best."

The dean took my resume and looked at it for a full ten minutes before putting it on the table and asking me, "You graduated from a good school, recognized as a top school in the industry.

Let me ask you a question.

What is your purpose in studying medicine?

I said almost without thinking: "Cure illnesses and save lives."

The dean smiled and said, "Well said. A doctor's duty is to cure illnesses and save lives. I've read your profile, and all the qualifications meet the requirements of the signboard."

You can join the company at any time.

But there are performance requirements in the hospital, and you have to complete the task.”

I thought the performance goal was to measure the number of cured patients. This was indeed a challenge for me, but I was very motivated and promised myself: "I will definitely cure more patients.

Do your best to achieve the results.”

The dean smiled and said, "Performance is not the number of people cured, but the amount of revenue generated for the hospital.

Currently, the monthly revenue is 100,000 yuan.

Otherwise, the mission will be considered unfulfilled."

This was the first time I heard that a hospital's performance was based on revenue generation, and I couldn't help but ask, "What if patients could be cured by spending a small amount of money?"

The dean smiled and said, "Then you have to find a way. You can treat minor illnesses as major ones.

If he has a cold, you can prescribe some medicine to help digestion, regulate intestinal probiotics, and supplement calcium and zinc.

Although those medicines do not cure diseases, they have high profits.

As long as you work hard, achieving results is easy."

When I heard the vice president say this so bluntly, my mind went blank.

I can't imagine a world where all doctors do is make money.

How horrific the consequences are.

Just when I was in a daze.

Suddenly, the dean stared at my profile and asked, "You... your name is Tang Chunlai?"

My brain was still in a daze, and when he asked, I hummed, "Yes, my name is Tang Chunlai!"

I just said this.

The dean suddenly grabbed my resume and threw it in my face. Several pages of my resume hit my face and scattered on the ground.

I was confused by the sudden change: "Why did you throw my resume?"

The vice president pointed at my face and yelled, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Even if I were to hire a dog, I wouldn’t let you join the company.”

I was furious: "What do you mean? You can reject me, but why are you insulting me?!"

The vice president pointed at my nose and cursed, "You idiot, you idiot!

I forgot to look at the name just now. I didn’t expect that you are the fool that Zheng Congyan mentioned.

The patient was cured with a 50-cent cold medicine.

You think you have noble medical ethics.

In fact, you are a big fool in the eyes of others!"