Chapter 440

"Master, congratulations! ~Listen, you're going to Enshi for rural rotation."

In the underground garage of Yuan Weihong's community, Fang Ziye stood up from the back seat, observing the surroundings while laughing and congratulating.

Yuan Weihong propped up the electric scooter's frame, pulled out the key, then squatted down and used another key from the keychain to lock the tire.

After pressing the alarm lock once more, he turned his head and said, "This way, the elevator is this way."

"I am indeed going for rural rotation."

Yuan Weihong smiled broadly, pushing Fang Ziye to turn around: "You're even earlier than your Master, what kind of vibe are you giving off?"

Fang Ziye isn't stupid either; after following Yuan Weihong into the elevator, with no outsiders around during the ride up, he asked: "Master, you asked me about Teacher Ma again today, do you have some idea?"

"Would I know?" Fang Ziye grinned.

Actually, Fang Ziye shouldn't have asked.

In modern society, a Master is a Master, a teacher is a teacher, a Master isn't a 'Grandpa' type.

In the Master's School's inheritance, cross-generational closeness is rare.

Without the pure Teacher-Student Relationship bond and blood relation issues, what does a Master's business have to do with you?

"You don't need to know this for now. Currently it's just one side's words, Master still needs to go verify seriously."

"Ziye, when we do anything in the future, never just believe one side's words, especially rumors, absolutely don't believe them casually."

"If you have doubts about something, find ways to verify from multiple sources, just like you write a Meta-analysis, you must find all the data first, then draw the most objective conclusion." As Yuan Weihong spoke, the elevator door opened.

"Let's stop this topic here for now."

Fang Ziye nodded very sensibly.

Yuan Weihong knocked on the door, but no one answered inside. Yuan Weihong then used fingerprint unlock: "At this time your Teacher's Wife probably took Xiao Qi to physical training class, just right for the two of us, let's go in and have a small drink."

"I'll drink alcohol, you drink beverages." Yuan Weihong remembered Fang Ziye temporarily shouldn't drink, but words sent out must be a nail per saliva, he had to make it work even if forced.

Fang Ziye said while changing shoes proficiently: "Master, how about I order takeout?"

In Yuan Weihong's shoe cabinet, only Fang Ziye has two pairs of exclusive slippers, one for summer, one for winter.

This treatment, neither Jie Han nor Lan Tianluo have. When they come to the house, it's public slippers...

"No, later if your Teacher's Wife and Xiao Qi come back, Xiao Qi will sneak eat. This little girl is too gluttonous, I'm afraid her gastrointestinal tract will get disordered again."

"For a while before, she and your Teacher's Wife often sneaked spicy strips, guess what happened?" Yuan Weihong used a 'stand-up comedy' tone for the second half.

One more disorder, one often, Fang Ziye understood seven or eight parts.

From Yuan Weihong's "family junior position" at home, one can infer Teacher's Wife is tough as a mother before Xiao Qi, but before Master Yuan Weihong, she's still the queen...

Fang Ziye properly didn't answer.

Teacher's Wife is an elementary school teacher, tenured.

Previously forced to be Class Teacher, now she forcibly turned herself into a "Discipline Teacher", gets off work on time at 4:20 PM every day, picks up Xiao Qi and goes home to cook.

Even in summer, Teacher's Wife still uses a warm plate to cover the food, temperature regulated around fifty degrees.

Yuan Weihong went to turn on the air conditioner, took off socks and washed hands intermittently, Fang Ziye helped serve rice, pour wine, pour beverages, very proficient at many places in Yuan Weihong's house.

Fang Ziye has always been in Zhongnan, always followed Yuan Weihong, always watched Yuan Weihong bring two Fellow Trainees.

So Fang Ziye is very certain in his heart, Yuan Weihong has a special sentiment toward him, this sentiment has no 'correlation' with his Qualification, otherwise Yuan Weihong should treat Lan Tianluo and Jie Han equally.

In professional aspects, Yuan Weihong indeed did it, but there are always aspects Yuan Weihong didn't do, or didn't have that much thought to do.

Dishes are very simple, because the child can't eat chili pepper, all dishes on the dining table look very light taste.

However, after Fang Ziye prepared all the wine and beverages, Yuan Weihong took out a can of 'Spicy Chili Sauce' from the refrigerator.

"This is my mom's craft, you've never eaten it, what should you call her?"

Yuan Weihong explained, then forcibly awkwardly stopped the topic: "Forget it, you rarely meet anyway, let's not call."

"Last time I called her Auntie." Fang Ziye said.

Once when Fang Ziye looked for Yuan Weihong, he found him at Yuan Weihong's parents' home.

Yuan Weihong said: "Go wash your hands, after washing hands we can start."

"This time it really counts as simple fare."

Fang Ziye trotted to the washbasin, pressed the hand sanitizer, and while scrubbing it turned into the Six-step Handwashing Method.

Fang Ziye froze, forcibly corrected the "wrong" daily handwashing way, eating a meal still 'six-step' washing hands what wool yarn, directly draw circles.

Shaking hands slightly dry, then used hand towel to wipe hands while approaching the dining table.

"Master, how much was this house when you bought it?" Fang Ziye looked around.

Yuan Weihong had already poured a small cup of wine, froze for a moment then reacted: "Ziye, oh right, you've also completed the preoperative accumulation for buying a house, it's time for you to buy a house too."

"When I bought it was cheaper than now, no reference value for you, might make you turn purple. What you should compare is current housing prices."

"Rigid demand, no profit to earn."

"Let's drink a cup first! ~" Yuan Weihong eagerly raised his cup with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye raised coconut milk instead, after drinking explained: "Master, after my Chief Resident rotation ends, I'll definitely toast you several more cups."

Not every student gets brought to the teacher's home to eat.

It's being brought to the home, not brought to eat out.

"That's for sure. But principle issues can't change, Chief Resident is still Chief Resident, promoted to Attending still Chief Resident, can't forget your own responsibilities."

"Chief Resident isn't a title, but an experience, a very very precious experience, will be Lifelong Use." Yuan Weihong reminisced his past, nodded again.

"Will be Lifelong Use."

Fang Ziye asked: "Master, during your ward rounds these days, did that family member do the gods and Buddhas routine again?"

Yuan Weihong froze at the words: "I didn't pay attention to these, my ward rounds now are just following along. Above there's Teacher Deng, beside there's Professor Liu, I just follow along, no need to be a repeater."

"Professor Liu's Research Accumulation is still too strong, what I know he knows, what I don't know he might still know."

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Master, is Teacher Liu even stronger than you in this aspect?"

In Fang Ziye's vision, Yuan Weihong's breadth and quantity of exposure to research papers still surpassed Fang Ziye.

No way around it, Fang Ziye had only graduated from undergrad a little over four years ago.

How many years had Yuan Weihong been reading literature?

A gap of this order of magnitude couldn't be bridged just by adding points.

Of course, the theoretical leap that adding points could achieve was more useful than Yuan Weihong reading n papers.

But after the theoretical improvement, what you know is only the correct things; through reading literature, you can know the wrong things, and also know how scholars in the real world actually walked step by step from error onto the right path.

How much effort was spent during this period, and how was the correction carried out?

Is this useful?

Extremely useful. If Fang Ziye wanted to 'correct' existing theoretical defects, he would also have to walk this way; you can't just say your theory is correct, right?

The reason? I f*cking have a cheat!

"Otherwise how would they be an 'Outstanding Youth', a professor?"

"Ziye, your master is indeed excellent, but being able to reach this step today is inseparable from you, Ziye, from Tian Luo Jiehan, and even from Professor Deng."

"Of course, your master isn't belittling himself either. If Professor Liu Huanglong had no team and just fought single-handedly, he might not necessarily be more formidable than me!" Yuan Weihong analyzed rather objectively.

Liu Huanglong in Peking Union Medical College Hospital basically belonged to the team pet; after marriage, he became even more the 'team pet' among 'team pets'.

To find 'special talents' similar to Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo in Peking Union Medical College Hospital, that definitely couldn't be found; but to find 'top-tier talents' similar to Jie Han and Luo Tingzhu, that wasn't too difficult either.

Yuan Weihong continued: "My current team is even more awesome than Professor Liu's team, so I can go from almost nothing to this!"

Yuan Weihong placed both hands on his head, signaling a 'hat': "It only took one year. Professor Liu walked to this step solidly over several years."

"Ziye, do you think my luck is good?"

Fang Ziye heard this, shook his head then nodded: "Good luck, but also hard luck."

"Master, have you ever seen whose student goes to grind grassroots experience before the teacher? Master, have you ever seen whose student goes to grind grassroots experience and still drags the master to run to the countryside?"

Yuan Weihong said: "Listening to it, it does sound quite like that."

Yuan Weihong then picked up two bites of food, chewing and saying indistinctly: "In the current department, it's actually like this."

"After Professor Dong left, three groups merged into two groups, looking like a hodgepodge."

"Professor Liu Huanglong also doesn't want to lead a group; you say how is this matter to be resolved?"

"The three groups' slots can't just stay merged as two groups forever, right?"

Fang Ziye heard this, eyes narrowing slightly: "Master, if you lead a group, I'll definitely follow you! ~"

Zhongnan Hospital's regulation is that in principle only professors can lead groups.

But there are also exceptions to the principle: outstanding associate professors, due to title promotion year limits, unable to reach chief physician, will also have situations where associate professors lead groups.

If Yuan Weihong is willing to open the floodgates and lead a group, Fang Ziye will definitely follow.

"If we wait for me to lead a group, that has to wait until I return after going down to the countryside for half a year, after being evaluated for the deputy chief physician title, then we can consider this matter."

"The department definitely can't wait that long either." Yuan Weihong smiled, then raised his wine glass.

Fang Ziye followed and raised his drink cup, narrowing his eyes: "Master, has the hospital already found a suitable candidate to lead the group?"

"Clang."

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye's two cups collided.

Yuan Weihong emptied his wine glass in a small sip, then nodded: "Your teacher-uncle!"

"Not that Martin Yong teacher-uncle you saw, it's Liu Qiao teacher-uncle. My senior brother Liu Qiao, after resigning from the hospital, was assigned to Zhejiang University First Affiliated Hospital, and has currently reached the chief physician position."

"After the contract expires, he doesn't want to renew."

Fang Ziye heard this and froze for a moment.

The name Liu Qiao teacher-uncle, Fang Ziye had indeed heard occasionally a few times.

Including Martin Yong teacher-uncle also mentioned, when Liu Qiao teacher-uncle resigned, it was because he lost to Associate Professor Peng Long in competition, so he resigned.

Where he went, Fang Ziye didn't ask further; at that time when Fang Ziye chatted with Martin Yong, he just felt the two didn't click.

"Isn't Zhejiang University First Affiliated Hospital better than our Zhongnan?" Fang Ziye flashed a slight smile.

Zhejiang University Affiliated Hospital's medical development has advanced by leaps and bounds in recent years, much faster than Han City University's clinical medicine development.

Willing to spend money on construction, willing to introduce talent, in recent years even rushed into the nationwide top ten.

At such a flourishing moment, Liu Qiao teacher-uncle wants to return to Zhongnan — what is he thinking?

"Master, Teacher-Uncle Liu wouldn't be wanting to come back to find us, right?" The corner of Fang Ziye's mouth curled, pointing out Yuan Weihong's 'difficulty'.

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "I don't know the specific situation for now either, but the hospital has recently been arranging this matter."

"I also have no way. Your teacher-uncle also hasn't contacted me for a long time."

Fang Ziye heard this and straightened his body: "Master, then what is Professor Du's opinion?"

"What happened back then is plain to see; now Teacher-Uncle Liu says he wants to come back and he comes back, then what about you, Master?"

"Just because you, Master, aren't a professor, aren't a chief physician, so?"

"Putting oneself in another's position?"

Empathizing, if the hospital wants to disgust people like this, Fang Ziye in Yuan Weihong's position would also directly slip away after the deputy chief physician title evaluation passes, directly slip away.

No need for you to appoint me.

Looking over Yuan Weihong's so many years at Zhongnan Hospital, the research contributions and clinical contributions he made also live up to Zhongnan's cultivation.

Can be grateful, but absolutely won't be you feed me shit and I still have to thank you.

Professor Liu Qiao returns, then that means Yuan Weihong leaves.

"Ziye, have you considered, if we both follow your teacher-uncle, the road ahead would be even smoother?" Yuan Weihong asked like this.

Fang Ziye put down his chopsticks, just looked at Yuan Weihong, eyelids not moving, mouth not moving, even his nose didn't move.

In Fang Ziye's view, the education he had received was that back then the two Teacher-Uncles were inhuman, and when they left they took everything with them, nearly making things difficult for Master even to graduate.

Now Yuan Weihong was saying he wanted to follow Teacher Liu Qiao to do work.

Yuan Weihong's mouth moved a few times, but no sound came out.

Fang Ziye then took a deep breath: "Master, some things, once there's a first time, there will be countless times. Including backstabbing."

Yuan Weihong asked again: "Ziye, how do you view the interaction mode between Wang Yuanqi and Professor Han Yuanxiao, these two people?"

After Yuan Weihong's words were captured by his eardrums, Fang Ziye's eyes blinked rapidly a few times.

The topics before and after were completely unrelated; had Yuan Weihong misspoken or forgotten something? But Yuan Weihong's expression as he seriously poured wine and poured himself a drink didn't look like someone who was "sick."

"Master, the interaction mode between Wang Shixiong Yuanqi and Director Han, from my perspective, I'm not in a good position to evaluate."

"Wang Shixiong is quite pitiful; Director Han perhaps also has his unspeakable difficulties."

"Master, actually just a couple of days ago, Wang Shixiong still called me..." Fang Ziye then told Yuan Weihong the whole story of Wang Yuanqi's "breakdown."

After listening, Yuan Weihong's mood remained very calm.

"Oh!" Yuan Weihong said this lightly.

Fang Ziye's gaze flashed; he had said so much, only to get a single "oh" from Yuan Weihong?

When leaving Yuan Weihong's home, Fang Ziye still hadn't figured out what his Master was really thinking.

That Yuan Weihong's behavior was strange, Fang Ziye could almost confirm.

"Sigh, better not speculate randomly. If Teacher has something he wants to say, he'll naturally say it; if there's something he doesn't want to say, asking is useless anyway." Fang Ziye, unable to figure it out, also couldn't be bothered to waste more time.

Hurry to the Emergency Trauma Center Clinic to take over the shift.

"..."

After Fang Ziye left, Yuan Weihong first started clearing the table, then put the bowls into the dishwasher.

Only then, after taking two deep breaths, did Yuan Weihong put on his coat and go out the door.

After going down to the basement level one, Yuan Weihong realized he had drunk alcohol, and went back to the road outside the door to hail a taxi.

Half an hour later, Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong appeared together in a teahouse under a certain community.

Yuan Weihong ordered tea with a hehe smile.

Deng Yong asked with a smile: "Weihong, how come you have time to come find me today?"

Deng Yong's mood had been very good these past few days.

Many people in the group had exceptionally smooth development; Yuan Weihong's path to Deputy Chief Physician was right at the doorstep, and the current rural rotation was a push toward Chief Physician.

Yuan Weihong continued smiling, watching the waiter finish brewing the tea while saying: "Young Lady, you go out first, remember to urge our snacks."

"Okay, Boss." The waiter left politely carrying the tray.

Deng Yong looked Yuan Weihong up and down: "You only drank alcohol this afternoon, didn't eat any dishes?"

Yuan Weihong nodded smiling: "Yes, Teacher Deng, haven't eaten my fill, so thought I'd add another meal. Appetite's been pretty big lately."

Hearing this, Deng Yong immediately looked Yuan Weihong up and down: "Weihong, what do you mean? I feel like there's something in your words?"

"How big can your appetite be?"

"About as big as Teacher Dong's." Yuan Weihong calmly rested his elbows in front of him.

Deng Yong's face changed drastically in an instant.

Narrowing his eyes, he quickly calculated how long ago that matter was?

Eight years!

Nine years.

Yuan Weihong graduated at twenty-nine, was a first-year doctoral student at twenty-seven, is thirty-six this year, exactly nine years.

"Weihong, do you have thoughts about Liu Qiao's return? If you have thoughts, you can raise them, I can go reflect your thoughts to Professor Du and the Personnel Department, try my best." Deng Yong hadn't even finished speaking.

Yuan Weihong interrupted: "Has nothing to do with anyone else. Teacher Deng."

"We only look for him!" Yuan Weihong didn't say "I," but said "we."

Deng Yong's right hand clenched into a fist at that moment, his face stiffened, the large flesh mole at the corner of his mouth twitching: "Weihong, our Hospital, our Department is currently in a key period of development."

"Rapid growth, our research projects progressing smoothly."

"Don't believe any slander, causing internal collapse and disintegration, that way our team will only become a laughingstock to others."

"Is this matter true?" Yuan Weihong asked.

"Teacher Deng, you count as half my teacher! Don't lie to me, I've already grasped many channels, today isn't the first day I learned of this matter." Yuan Weihong asked again, his tone relatively gentle.

Deng Yong fell silent.

Silent for half a minute: "Depends on how you interpret it."

"Back then, Professor Zheng was out of town, Professor Dong alone couldn't be in two places at once. That patient's condition was critical, you were also there personally, you should understand that if Professor Chu didn't come back, it would absolutely be a human life."

"Back then both I and Han Yuanxiao were helpless. Professor Zheng knew he was in the wrong, so..."

Deng Yong spoke halfway.

Yuan Weihoong suddenly realized, his tone no longer agitated: "So, when Teacher Dong called my Master, he knew my Master Chu Lao had just returned from a 'mission.'"

"He knew this matter!"

"This wasn't deliberate. Absolutely not." Deng Yong nodded.

"Weihong, you were indeed young back then, I can restore the whole course of events for you."

"First point, Professor Zheng was absent from his post during his acting period, took leave to go out, that was a mistake, and he paid a harsh price for this mistake, he didn't retire, but stepped down directly, right!"

"Second point, Teacher Dong called Master Chu only to save a life. Did that patient have any connection to anyone in our Hospital? No, he was just an ordinary person."

"Third point, after the incident, Liu Qiao clung to this matter and wouldn't let go, feeling that if he didn't get promoted, it would be letting down Professor Chu Lao. But a professional title evaluation, how could it possibly have external assistance?"

"Comprehensive evaluation, whoever is stronger is stronger."

"Peng Long back then indeed had deeper accumulation than Liu Qiao."

"I'm talking about Peng Long back then," Deng Yong explained.

Now it's serious—after Liu Qiao went to Zhejiang University First Affiliated Hospital, he's risen all the way to Full Professor, while Peng Long is now stagnating in the department.

Without opportunity, he might not make Chief Physician in his lifetime.

"Weihong, at this special point in time, if someone wants to dismantle our team, make us split apart, and end up each fighting for themselves, this research project will be ruined."

"I can even guess who told you these things, but I'm unwilling to say his name, or his representative—what I think is, you, Yuan Weihong, can see through this matter."

"We all feel very sad about Teacher Chu's unexpected departure. So many years have passed; you have absolutely no need to bring up old matters again." Deng Yong's voice was very patient.

"Then I'm leaving!" Yuan Weihong said.

Deng Yong's face stiffened, a flash of ferocity appeared in his pupils, but vanished in an instant: "Yuan Weihong, have you thought about what happens if you leave now?"

"Then Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian would simply become those who pick up the scraps. They will continue doing the mangled extremity project."

"That would just benefit outsiders."

"You don't see the crux of the matter."

Yuan Weihong said: "So what if outsiders benefit?"

"Teacher Deng, what's wrong with outsiders benefiting? It's not like benefiting foreigners."

Deng Yong was about to speak when the snacks were delivered.

After the waiter knocked on the door, Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong both smiled again.

"Thank you, thank you! ~"

"Thank you." Their coordination was quite tacit.

But once the waiter left, Deng Yong said: "Of course outsiders can't benefit. Our Zhongnan people produced this project—why should others pick the peaches?"

To this day, Deng Yong still assumed Fang Ziye would follow Yuan Weihong without hesitation.

Once Fang Ziye left, Deng Yong and the others couldn't hold onto this project.

"Does it matter? The corresponding address of this project will only be Zhongnan."

"Teacher Deng, our Ziye has already given the department such a big gift—isn't that enough? Must we keep being morally coerced?" Yuan Weihong asked.

"Yuan Weihong, when did you become like this? This is also your department, and also your Zhongnan Hospital?"

"This is also the Trauma Surgery and Trauma Center you've walked through all along?" Deng Yong said.

Yuan Weihong counted on his fingers: "Peng Long, Chen Fang, Nie Xuehua, Zhang Zixi, Han Yuanxiao, Jin Hongzhou..."

"Teacher Deng, you say this is my department? My Zhongnan Hospital?" Yuan Weihong's tone was incredulous.

"Teacher Deng, don't forget about Song Yi! ~"

"This is my Zhongnan Hospital?" Yuan Weihong raised his voice.

You, Deng Yong, even fight for a doctorate for your own student, and you call this 'Yuan Weihong's department'; Yuan Weihong's hospital.

"A hospital of only our own people—please don't call it our hospital, thank you! ~"

Deng Yong's lips moved, his eyes darting around.

Yuan Weihong said: "Teacher Deng, don't take this the wrong way, but for Zhongnan Hospital to develop, it relies not on our team, nor on any master's school."

"It's you who locked him in, it's us who've kept locking him in, using all sorts of what we thought were correct forms to lock him in."

"Outsiders?"

"What are outsiders?"

Yuan Weihong said this, then finally smiled: "Teacher Deng, what I want you can't give, so I won't make things difficult for you. From the bottom of my heart, I especially thank you for valuing me enough."

"Teacher Deng, I also especially thank you for giving the first hospital retention student quota to Ziye first, and then starting to pave the way for your own students without tiring."

"But these actually aren't necessary."

"My teacher probably wouldn't be happy to see you being so 'biased' toward me and toward Ziye."

Deng Yong stood up, his voice slightly louder: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Teacher Deng, I said, I'm leaving." Yuan Weihong shouted back, completely unafraid.

"If you're leaving, just leave—why tell me all this?"

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I'm a student too—what does this have to do with me?" Deng Yong slapped his right hand on the table.

"You want to leave, you've decided to leave—does Fang Ziye know? Should I go beat him up? Go question him?"

"Why come to me? What do you want! When could I ever order Teacher Chu around?" Deng Yong shouted back with imposing momentum.

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong laughed instead.

"Sorry, Teacher Deng, I was wrong."

"Before Teacher Dong left, he left you something truly good." Yuan Weihong cupped his hands and left.

Deng Yong stood stunned in the tea room for a long time—should say over an hour—before speaking in a low voice.

"Is this Yuan Weihong's thinking logic completely different from a normal person?"

"Or is it that no one who does research is normal?" After leaving the teahouse, Deng Yong rushed to the hospital's Emergency Department immediately.

He pushed open the door to the Emergency Department Trauma Center Clinic, and the scene of Fang Ziye dozing while Nie Mingxian sat appeared before Deng Yong.

Nie Mingxian raised his head, hesitated, stood up, and patted Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye sat up straight like a carp flipping, and after hearing Nie Mingxian's words, turned his head and smiled: "Master."

"Tired, Ziye?" Deng Yong walked two steps forward and asked from afar.

"It's fine, Master."

"Why did you come at this hour?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

"I was having tea with friends nearby and happened to pass by, so I came to take a look."

"Pay attention to your health. If you can't endure it, remember to call someone for a shift change. Don't keep toughing it out." Deng Yong said.

"Master, right now I only do consultations, not surgeries. That falls under diagnosis only, not treatment. It's actually not that tiring." Fang Ziye explained with a smile, turning his head.

"Your master is going on rural rotation next month. You should find time to see him off, right?"

"Now that you're working, at a special time point like this, you can't just only think about letting your master take the initiative to find you for a meal." Deng Yong gave a word of guidance.

Fang Ziye hurriedly nodded upon hearing this: "Master, no one has told me about this matter yet."

Fang Ziye then approached Deng Yong, not avoiding Nie Mingxian either, and asked with a smile: "Master, why is Teacher Yuan only going on rural rotation now? If I remember correctly, I returned from Enshi in September!"

September to the end of February is exactly a half-year period.

July again, who knows what kind of time reincarnation it is.

"Last year he was promoted to Associate Professor first? Otherwise, look at who in our department got promoted to Associate Professor last year?"

"It's just that within the hospital, without the professional title of Deputy Chief Physician as a base, one can only enjoy the treatment of an Associate Professor." Deng Yong explained.

Fang Ziye then had a sudden realization. Getting promoted to Associate Professor is much harder than getting promoted to Deputy Chief Physician. Moreover, Yuan Weihong's highest title is still the Senior Professional Title of Researcher.

Professional Intermediate, Teaching Associate Senior, Research Senior.

This carrying pole is slanted to a truly outrageous degree.

After Deng Yong casually chatted a bit more, he left the Trauma Center Clinic.

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian, the two of them, looked at each other in blank dismay. Neither of them had figured out what Deng Yong's actual reason for coming to the Trauma Center Clinic was.

However, when the time reached June 29, Fang Ziye was browsing the news results of the Nationwide Surgeons' Surgery Competition, and received an unread text message.

The text message was from Luo Tingzhu: "Senior Brother, Teacher Yuan inexplicably resigned. He nominally handed over Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, these two people, to Vice Professor Chen Fang."

"I heard a new Professor Liu Qiao came to the department, and this Professor Liu Qiao is especially overbearing. During a hospital meeting, he explicitly stated that the Administrative Director of Trauma Surgery must either be concurrently held by him, or it's non-interference."

"Personnel issues within his group, others are not allowed to touch."

"Liu Qiao also said, his group now doesn't want other people, solo group. The Associate Professors and Attending Physicians of Trauma Surgery, he doesn't want a single one!"

Fang Ziye: "..."

"What does this Professor Liu's doing count as? Is his temper this overbearing?"

"Even Professor Liu Huanglong isn't as awesome as him?! ~"

(Chapter End)