Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

The vice dean's blood pressure spiked from Lin's father's attitude.

"You... I think you really don't know your place! You're just a lowly department head, you're told to do whatever you're told, where do you get all these principles from?"

Lin's father: "It's something you're born with."

"..."

The vice president almost choked on his words. His hand trembled involuntarily, and the already crumpled transfer form became even more wrinkled.

"Fine, fine, fine! You have principles and won't sign, huh? Then I'll find a new head of general surgery who's willing to sign!"

Lin's father squinted at him, and after a moment, he said calmly to Xiao Zhuang beside him, "Go call your advisor and tell him that the dean wants to fire me. Ask if there are any positions available for me at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"you!"

"Don't yell at me."

Lin's father glared at the vice president and said, "Do you really think I care about being this director? Do you believe that if you fire me, I can report you to the Health Commission the next day? Trying to pull strings with me? Have you forgotten how you begged and pleaded to bring me here from Beijing back then?"

The vice president had really forgotten about this.

After all, that happened more than twenty years ago, how could he possibly remember it?

But when it came to Lin's father's relationship... he actually remembered.

This guy's teacher is currently the vice president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Although they are both called vice deans, the vice dean in that other person is very different from the vice dean in his.

The vice dean gritted his teeth, staring at Lin's father, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The matter is now at a standstill and is quite difficult to resolve.

He couldn't just give in because of a name; that would be even more embarrassing.

Seeing that the two were both in a difficult position, Director Li cleared his throat, intending to step forward and say something to offer a way out.

Before he could speak, the dean's voice came from the end of the corridor.

"So many patients are waiting for treatment, why aren't you busy saving lives? What are you doing standing here staring at each other?"

The dean approached with a smile, seemingly oblivious to the strange atmosphere.

He casually snatched the transfer form from the vice president's hand, glanced at it, and tore it up: "Why transfer such a minor injury? It'll only bring shame to our hospital if word gets out."

The vice dean looked at him in astonishment: "Dean, this is..."

The hospital director ignored him, smiled at Lin's father, and said, "Director Lin, go ahead and do your work." He patted Lin's father on the shoulder and practically coaxed him into the operating room.

The hospital director's smile only faded after the operating room closed.

He looked at the vice president and asked bluntly, "Can you do it?"

The vice-dean said, feeling quite aggrieved, "Dean, that's someone from Beijing..."

The dean impatiently interrupted, "Are you under the Feng family's jurisdiction?"

"..."

The vice-dean was speechless again, but he still made a valid point: "That doesn't warrant making enemies with them..."

The dean gave him a cold look: "You're suspended from your post for reflection. We'll talk about when you'll be reinstated."

The vice dean's eyes widened: "I haven't received any written notification..."

"Go back and pack your things, the notification will be here soon."

The dean turned his head away indifferently and ignored him completely.

"Dean! Dean, please let me explain! This really wasn't what I meant..."

The dean slightly pursed his lips.

His meaning is completely unimportant.

Importantly, he had just received a call from Secretary Fang of the city government.

……

At the entrance of the teahouse.

Monk closed the car door and asked, "Boss, shall I take you to the hospital?"

Lin Ting asked blankly, "Why go to the hospital?"

She paused, then added, "Express your deepest condolences to Mr. Feng Yao?"

For the first time, Monk felt his brain was working a little faster than his boss's: "You...don't you need to go to the hospital and tell Uncle Lin not to let Feng Yao transfer to another hospital?"

Lin Ting hadn't even considered this issue. Upon hearing this, she chuckled and said, "No need. Feng Yao's minor injury requires surgery by general surgeons. If the Feng family wants to get him out of the country, they'll need my dad's signature... There's no way my dad would sign that."

"Besides, Uncle Fang will also help."

Lin Ting casually offered an explanation, then said, "Let's go back to school."

"okay."

After a moment's thought, Lin Ting dialed Jiang's father's number.

The phone was answered after two rings. Mr. Jiang chuckled, "Darling, why are you calling at this hour? Don't you have class?"

He received a call from Nannan as soon as he came out of the meeting room, which made him even happier than before.

Then he heard his little girl say:

"Master, I shot Feng Yao."

Mr. Jiang stopped in his tracks.

He pondered for two seconds, then turned to his secretary and said, "Please order two wreaths for me and send them to the Feng family to express my deepest condolences."

"Master, he is still alive."

Mr. Jiang paused for two seconds, then sighed, "My dear daughter, your master is getting old. Please don't make me feel so conflicted, okay?"

Mr. Jiang spoke in a relaxed tone, showing no sign of difficulty whatsoever.

It was as if Lin Ting had simply told him that she had just shot a duck.

He returned to his office, closed the door, and then asked, "What happened?"

Lin Ting recounted the whole story, and finally said, "Master, I know this matter is somewhat difficult, so it would be best if you pretended not to know."

Mr. Jiang took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "The person isn't dead, what's so difficult about it?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "I know about this. You eat well and attend classes properly. I'll handle it."

"Uh……"

Lin Ting was surprised that Jiang's father would take the matter on so readily. After thinking for a moment, she explained her and Duan Jun's plans again.

After listening attentively, Mr. Jiang shook his head: "Feng Yao is not Feng Hui. He still holds a very high position in the Feng family. Duan Jun may not be able to stop him."

Lin Ting frowned slightly: "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"Just in case, I'll make a call over there."

Mr. Jiang's tone remained relaxed, as if he were dealing with a children's fight.

Lin Ting hesitated for a moment: "Master, is it difficult?"

Mr. Jiang felt a warmth in his heart and replied with a smile, "It's no trouble at all, it's just the Feng family."

After hearing this, Chiang's father called his secretary in.

"Contact your friends in Beijing and tell them I can't go there anytime soon. The reason is that Feng Yao threatened Nannan with a gun in public, and my daughter is scared. I have to stay home and comfort her."

Previously, Chiang's father would have posed no threat to any of the people in Beijing.

But now, he holds a dozen or so plots of land, giving him considerable confidence.

For the Jiang family, whether construction on these land plots started a year earlier or a year later made little difference; at most, the company's returns would come a little later.

But for many people in the capital, what they want to see is for these plots of land to be developed as soon as possible, for skyscrapers to rise from the ground, and preferably for them to be completed within their term of office... On the contrary, if Chiang Kai-shek's father continues to delay, none of the countless people involved will fare well.

Compared to urban development, the life or death of Feng Yao is utterly insignificant.

“Okay,” the secretary replied instantly, “Then I’ll arrange for a few more people to go to Shen City. The young master and young lady don’t have many capable fighters around them, in case the Feng family gets desperate and does something rash.”

"Hmm..." After pondering for a moment, Mr. Jiang suddenly asked, "What has Xiao Zong been doing today? With such a big thing happening to Nannan, why hasn't he reacted at all?"

"Uh...this..."