Chapter 1027: line with translation of chapter title

Can you afford to offend someone so ruthless they'd turn on you and pull a knife?

Even if your target isn't him, once you're involved, who knows whether Zhou Chun Yong will go berserk?

Although the crackdown on black activities is now strict, Zhou Chun Yong is old and lacks the courage to grab a knife and chase you. But the people behind him, whether in energy or number, are not inferior—definitely stronger than you.

Moreover, Zhao Wenhua has no doubt that if you dare to act, Zhou Chun Yong will resort to a mutually destructive tactic to fight you to the death.

Better wait a bit.

Opportunity will come soon.

Zheng Ren actually took a Flying Knife to Pengcheng.

Wu Haishi, Wu Lao, is well known in the industry, but he is humble and honest; otherwise, back then his own disciple wouldn't have been forced to flee to Pengcheng.

This is him! Going to Pengcheng on a Flying Knife, without filing with the Medical Department—do you still have any regard for superiors?! Any regard for the law?!

Zhao Wenhua says he'll do it—and does.

Lin Ge is Zhao Wenhua's classmate; because of some matters he owes Zhao Wenhua favors, this time he intends to use them all.

Furthermore, even if you shout the violation to the heavens, you're still in the right.

Stir up a big fuss, at least give him some trouble—that's what Zhao Wenhua thinks.

He had two meals with Lin Ge to work out the details. Zhao Wenhua doesn't plan to show up personally; everything will be done from the Medical Department's perspective, at least to warn Zheng Ren—leaving no loophole.

Zhao Wenhua and Lin Ge exchanged cups; Lin Ge was also worried, yet had to go through the motions.

Recently, what has this newly transferred young doctor Zheng Ren done? The Medical Department knows.

When they first heard about Surgery live broadcast, Lin Ge also found it strange—does anyone dare to livestream surgery? Not just one instance, but routine—this isn't nonsense, is it?

However, the bizarre turn of events at the end told Lin Ge that they actually have great skill.

From the perspective of a friend and classmate, Lin Ge sees Zhao Wenhua already nitpicking, courting disaster.

He wants to advise Zhao Wenhua; if this continues, it'll probably be dangerous later.

A forty‑year‑old Team‑leading Professor's surgery is inferior to that of a doctor under thirty, who is a Nobel Prize Nominee. In both surgery and research, from every angle they completely dominate, flawless.

Can someone like that be offended by Old Zhao? Speaking bluntly, you're sixty, while they're under fifty—prime years.

Will you still want your reputation in the industry? Even if you don't want to think about post‑retirement, their surgery is genuinely good, not just a show; just competing on skill you can't beat them.

Being a doctor and not competing on skill—isn't that just having no proper work?

Lin Ge advised from the side twice, but Zhao Wenhua seemed not to hear. This left Lin Ge feeling stuck.

Forget it, let me give him a small hand to see the situation.

However, Lin Ge deep down doesn't want to do this—the boy with Ge Xie Disease, how poor his family is, how severe his illness! If it were elsewhere, no one would give him surgery.

That's a life.

But Zheng Lao Ban contacted Xinglin Yuan, directly did it for free, and reportedly gave the family 30,000 yuan afterward.

This is a great act of compassion; now whenever Lin Ge thinks of Zhao Wenhua, his heart feels heavy.

What to do, Lin Ge is also torn.

For such matters, it's best to delay; letting Old Zhao figure it out himself is best.

So Lin Ge decided first to understand the situation, from Di Du's hepatobiliary department.

If you don't ask, you don't know; once you ask, Lin Ge was startled.

Di Du Hepatobiliary, Zhou Chun Yong—he's a notorious figure.

How does Zhou Chun Yong do it? He asks Zheng Lao Ban to do the surgery, then in the morning he drives over himself, all flustered. Zheng Lao Ban uses Changfeng supplies, and Zhou Chun Yong finishes the paperwork in a few hours, then comes to collect.

It is said that during the surgery, Zheng Lao Ban repeatedly struck him with the Hemostatic Forceps all day, and Zhou Chun Yong still had to wear an Apologetic Face.

What the hell is all this!

Moreover, the Medical Department of Di Du Hepatobiliary already has Zhou Chun Yong's filings complete with all procedures. Even if Zheng Lao Ban is young and inexperienced, Zhou Chun Yong is an old hand.

The more you investigate, the more you feel you shouldn't get involved.

Lin Ge has already started thinking of giving up, but Zhao Wenhua is bewitched, calling several times a day urging him.

He is very troubled, looking at a stack of documents on the desk, he let out a light sigh.

Delay a few more days, hoping something will happen in those days to make Zhao Wenhua realize he's courting disaster.

Forget it, just tidy up the documents so the desk looks a bit cleaner.

This is Lin Ge's habit; when he's annoyed and restless, he likes to clean the house. Consequently, at home, whenever there's chores, his wife will find fault and pick a fight.

While tidying the desk, Lin Ge thinks of Zheng Lao Ban and sighs. Young yet not rash, high skill and good character—shouldn't such a person be won over and allied? This Zhao Wenhua really is courting disaster himself.

If it weren't for many years of old ties, Lin Ge would really want to throw a stack of trash documents in his face, telling him 'You're courting disaster yourself, don't drag me into it.'

While tidying, almost at the bottom, Lin Ge suddenly saw a document.

The format looks familiar—it's the filing submitted by the professor who deals in Flying Knife. When did I put this here?

Lin Ge was somewhat surprised; upon opening it, his blood ran cold.

On the ID photo, Zheng Ren with a smile looks so honest.

He stared for a full five minutes, and Lin Ge broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

When did this document appear on my desk, while I knew nothing about it?

He immediately called his subordinate clerk, brought the filing folder, rummaged through it, and found Zheng Ren's out‑patient consultation filing.

This filing wasn't placed in chronological order on top; instead it was pressed to the bottom, together with documents from ten years ago, like some precious treasure, for fear of being discovered.

"When was this sent?" Lin Ge forced a smile, but his voice came out dry and a bit off‑key.

"It's been sent a while ago, about a little over a month." The junior clerk replied, clueless.

Lin Ge caught in her eyes a mix of pride and nervousness.

Working in the Medical Department, nobody can stay cheerful. Lin Ge instantly thought of a possibility—a deadly one.

If I recklessly team up with Zhao Wenhua to sue Zheng Lao Ban over this, then Director Kong will bring Zheng Lao Ban to confront us, pull this from the files, and slam it in my face…

Zhao Wenhua, you bastard!

Lin Ge swore loudly in his heart, then broke out in a cold sweat.

Actually, this kind of thing won't take lives; it only causes embarrassment. But embarrassment, once said to be lost, is lost—what Lin Ge fears are the countless variations that follow such a method.

To deliver something silently and not put it out in the open—this kind of sneaky tactic is just asking for trouble, damn it.