Chapter 351

"Teacher Deng, what should we do now?" Yuan Weihong hurriedly asked.

The matter Fang Ziye spoke of involved the Old Professor; it was bound to be a major confrontation, and the ones quarreling this time might escalate from Teacher Deng Yong to the Old Professor's generation.

"What else can we do? Handle it coldly."

"How the hell would I know what to do now?" Deng Yong muttered curses in a low voice, his face full of worry.

"First, I don't know how Han Yuanxiao will think now that I've brought someone like Liu Huanglong into the department. Han Yuanxiao was just promoted to Chief Physician not long ago; he might be at the same stage as Liu Huanglong."

"Anyone with eyes can see Liu Huanglong's aptitude is far higher than Han Yuanxiao's. If he misunderstands and thinks I did it on purpose to mess with him, that'll be another heap of trouble." Deng Yong considered things quite thoroughly.

Just as he was thinking this, Deng Yong's phone rang. The contact name was prominently Zhu Weiguo.

Yuan Weihong had just finished reporting to Teacher Deng Yong on this side, while Guan Qiquan on the other side had probably just finished sorting through the whole sequence of events. Guan Qiquan reported to Professor Ni Yaoping; upon hearing this, Ni Yaoping also knew he might not be able to handle it himself, so he consulted Old Professor Zhu Weiguo.

Deng Yong took a deep breath, looked left and right; it was too noisy inside, so he simply walked out, calling over his shoulder: "Ziye, you keep up, learn a thing or two. Just have Yuan Weihong stay here alone to guard the place."

Deng Yong clearly intended to teach Fang Ziye what the imposing presence of a former regional lord looks like.

Yuan Weihong signaled to Fang Ziye with his eyes; Fang Ziye hurriedly caught up, walking steadily beside Teacher Deng Yong.

In one second Deng Yong turned his worried face into a grin: "Hey, Teacher Zhu, why call so late? Any instructions?"

As he spoke, they gradually reached the spot by the river.

On the other end, Zhu Weiguo's fury seemed to transmit through the phone, his tone slightly effeminate: "Deng Yong, our brother departments have no grievances, right?"

"You're pulling a joke like this on me?"

Zhu Weiguo immediately framed it at the department level.

"Teacher Zhu, you flatter me. Ni Yaoping, Professor Li, Professor Zhu, and I are all good friends; how could there be any enmity?"

"Where exactly did we go wrong? Please instruct us, Teacher Zhu!" Deng Yong feigned ignorance while knowing full well.

"Heh, you lot have it easy. Something like this happens and you don't even bother to report it to me."

"Out of sight, out of mind, just sitting comfortably on the Fishing Terrace, huh? Need me to report and explain to you?" Facing Deng Yong, Zhu Weiguo adopted a teacher-to-student tone, extremely rude.

"Teacher Zhu, that's not the case!"

"Yuan Weihong already told me, but I'm helpless too."

"The department's senior veterans — that's you and Teacher Zhu deciding for yourselves. The students are excellent enough; the rest has its own arrangements."

"I think Ziye has no problem."

"In the Training Room, I heard Ziye speak; you were there the whole time. Did Ziye say anything biased toward Professor Liu Huanglong?"

"In the Emergency Operating Room, it was Hand Surgery's Guan Qiquan accompanying and guiding the whole way. Did you hear him say that Fang Ziye said anything during the entire surgery about luring Liu Huanglong to our Trauma Surgery?"

"Moreover, Ziye is currently just a student Chief Resident; our hospital's contract hasn't even been signed yet. What qualifications does he have to make a professor like Liu Huanglong change his mind?"

"Teacher Zhu, you can't wrong people like this!"

"Ziye merely demonstrated his absolute strength, upholding a responsible attitude toward the patient and going all out. If that's also wrong, then I definitely stand on Ziye's side."

"You know Ziye. Back then Hand Surgery admitted so many limb replantation cases in one night, and it was Hand Surgery's people who gave Ziye the operating opportunities. Having sutured one or two vessels, you could say Ziye counts as half a Hand Surgery disciple."

"How could such a misunderstanding arise?" Teacher Deng Yong's thinking was clear, his analysis unique, his advance and retreat measured.

In just a few hundred words, he fully displayed the bearing of a former Department Administrative Director.

"Deng Yong, so you're taking a cold-eye spectator attitude? Or want to watch the show?" Deng Yong's explanation fell on deaf ears with Zhu Weiguo.

"Fang Ziye didn't lure him, but he didn't refuse either?"

Deng Yong immediately countered: "Teacher Zhu, if it were the nineties and Academician Chen Zhongwei wanted to come to Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery, would you represent Zhongnan Hospital and refuse?"

Academician Chen Zhongwei is the world's number one in finger replantation, an invincible giant of Hand Surgery, a pioneer, a world-class Scientist...

Seeing Zhu Weiguo not answer.

Deng Yong then said: "So, put yourself in his shoes. Fang Ziye is just a Resident Physician in our Trauma Surgery; what qualifications does he have to wade into this personnel muddy water?"

"He doesn't dare bring people in, and even less dare push people out. Tell me, if Tongji Hospital Trauma Surgery's Duan Hong said he wanted to come to Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery, would you refuse him at the door because he's not Hand Surgery trained?"

"This is the explanation I'm giving for Ziye."

"Second, Professor Liu Huanglong is a Free Agent, he..."

When Deng Yong was about to explain further, Zhu Weiguo flared up: "Deng Yong, don't you argue with me. You must handle this properly for me!"

"Otherwise, even if you're Li Guohua's student, I'll make things unpleasant for you."

"Glib-tongued, smooth talker?"

Hearing this, Deng Yong took a deep breath and unleashed his trump card: "Teacher Zhu, you mention my Person of Gratitude — is it that you miss him, or that you want him to miss you?"

One sentence, a dozen-odd words, directly silenced Zhu Weiguo.

Old Professor Li Guohua, due to some economic reasons, is temporarily under investigation and no longer at Zhongnan Hospital.

But in truth, everyone who came through that era — water too clear has no fish — basically no one dares say their own hands are absolutely clean, that they've never taken a kickback.

No one dares say that.

Li Guohua got caught by a handle, so naturally he's unlucky. But if Li Guohua were to casually whistleblow on Zhu Weiguo, sending Zhu Weiguo in to keep him company, that would be a piece of cake — just a matter of moving his lips.

Fang Ziye watched from the side, eyes wide, as Deng Yong struck Zhu Weiguo the Old Professor dumb.

This is a Professor, a former Director; the speed of integrating information, the utilization rate of every condition, all instantly maximized.

By rights, Old Professor Li Guohua is already gone from the hospital, and Teacher Deng Yong isn't an Administrative Director either; facing Old Professor Zhu Weiguo he should be keeping his tail between his legs.

Yet Teacher Deng Yong took an unconventional path, broke out a bloody path, and fought so that the Old Professor had no power to parry, not a scale left.

Would Zhu Weiguo dare bully Deng Yong recklessly again?

Not likely.

Deng Yong and Li Guohua are Teacher-Student Relationship; between them there might still be other chances to meet and speak. This is a peaceful civilized era; no one can possibly take a life.

"Everyone says only Professor Chu's students have unrestrained, floating temperaments. I see this one picked up his root from your Deng Yong's place, right?"

"Me?" Old Professor Zhu Weiguo was about to flare up again.

Deng Yong dropped another trump card: "Teacher Zhu, if Professor Chu misses you too, then..."

"Beep beep beep—!" Zhu Weiguo hung up the phone directly in anger.

Fang Ziye stood by, continuing to stare dumbfounded.

Good fellow.

One sentence of "Professor Li misses you" could almost make Zhu Weiguo "hide his troubles" and "ruin his late-life reputation"; one sentence of "Teacher Chu misses you," that would truly cost his life.

After hanging up, Teacher Deng also received a call from Wen Dongfang.

However, for some reason, after Wen Dongfang rang for a while, he actively hung up the phone and did not continue dialing.

"Master, speaking to the two old professors like this, is it not suitable?"

It seems a bit not respectful enough.

"To fabricate a charge, why worry about lacking excuses. Right now both old professors are in a state of explosive anger; if we don't give them a bit of a calmative, they could quarrel the sky down."

"Where is there so much time to accompany them in quarreling? If this matter can be figured out, go figure it out; if it can't be figured out, then it has nothing to do with our Trauma Surgery either."

"At worst, after some time passes, I'll carry thorny branches to their doors and apologize in person." Deng Yong said this while sighing.

Venting anger feels good for a moment, but appeasing the old professors is also hard.

Just as he was about to walk back, Deng Yong saw Ni Yaoping's incoming call.

Seeing this, Deng Yong decisively chose to answer directly, pressed the phone to his ear, and started scolding: "Ni Yaoping, you motherfucker also want to come here and swagger before me? How many tails does your fox have? Think you're capable and want to scold me, huh?"

Deng Yong's seniority is slightly older than Ni Yaoping's; when his temper flared, scolding his fellow trainee came naturally, and he just happened to find a punching bag.

"Hero Brother, then you've misunderstood. I'm giving you a heads-up; I reported the matter to the two old professors, so I wanted to notify you, let you have some psychological preparation!"

"I just finished a call with Teacher Wen." Ni Yaoping's tone was still very polite, clearly treating Deng Yong as a brother, so he gave a heads-up.

"You should have said it the year after next; after I've been scolded like a grandson here, you then call to vent and report."

"The child died, and Grandma showed up, right?" Deng Yong started rattling on; from his tone, both angry and aggrieved.

Fang Ziye looked at it and felt this scene was fantastical beyond compare.

Naturally, Deng Yong's psychological state is also content he himself should learn. Wanting to occupy a high position with people beneath you, putting down your dignity and employing certain means has a certain necessity.

After scolding for a while, Deng Yong said: "Alright, that's it. I still have some matters to handle, a head full of lumps."

Hung up the phone.

Deng Yong pocketed his phone, turned, pushed Fang Ziye's shoulder center, lowered his voice and asked: "Ziye, your cooperation with Liu Huanglong, have you seen any path that can work?"

"If there is, we can bypass Duan Hong and Qi Qiaowen, start a separate stove."

"Ah?" Fang Ziye's scalp went numb instantly.

Deng Yong understood immediately, inhaling Han Street's wind, smelling Chu River's scent, reciting Records of the Grand Historian: "The world bustles, all for profit they come; the world teems, all for profit they go!"

(Chapter End)