Chapter 1028: 1005 When will the cycle of revenge end

1005 When will the cycle of revenge end? Fortunately, it was discovered early (Alliance Leader yi_ming bonus update 2)

What will happen next……

Lin Ge shook his head. Anyway, the loophole Zhao Wenhua thought of was just a small trick designed by them. If you dive in, they'll confront you head‑on; if you don't, they'll just go ahead with their Flying Knife as usual, with no effect.

Only someone with a very dark inner mind could do something like this.

"Director Lin, is there anything else?" the female staff member asked.

"Nothing, it's the deputy director—don't get it wrong next time." Lin Ge became cautious, "Right, is Director Ye in?"

"Seems like he is." The female staff member smiled: "Just saw Director Kong come looking for Director Ye."

"Director Kong? What's he here for?" Lin Ge wondered, astonished. "Could it be that Director Kong did these things? No way—these methods are too petty, too trivial, only enough to disgust people, not kill them, not the style of a chief director."

Would a chief director really use such vicious little tricks to mess with someone? Certainly not—it would be a thunderbolt strike that leaves the opponent unable to recover.

No, it definitely wasn't Director Kong; Lin Ge instantly made the correct judgment.

"They said Zheng Lao Ban is going to the Mayo Clinic to run a Flying Knife, and came here to file the paperwork." the female staff member said.

"Has Director Kong left?" Lin Ge immediately confirmed.

"Just left."

Lin Ge immediately stood up and hurried to Director Ye's office. He didn't rush to knock, first composing himself.

Zhao Wenhua, you bastard! Fortunately I was careful, otherwise I'd probably end up eating the hot pot too.

They keep saying you can't offend Zheng Lao Ban, and everyone's rushing off to the Mayo Clinic… Mayo Clinic… Lin Ge felt a momentary daze.

Hospital 912 is considered a top‑tier tertiary hospital domestically, but inviting Mayo Clinic people to perform surgery is treated like a holiday. The hospital leadership must at least send someone to meet them at the airport, hang a red banner, and welcome a certain Mayo Clinic professor to come and operate at our hospital.

Can Zheng Lao Ban really go to the Mayo Clinic to run a Flying Knife?

That's not scientific!

But Lin Ge still instantly calmed down, not bothering to ponder the rationality of it, instead setting the matter aside and raising his hand to knock on the door.

Entering Director Ye's office, Lin Ge saw Director Ye smiling broadly at a document. That smile came from the heart, just like when his son got into Peking University.

"Director Ye, I heard Director Kong came?" Lin Ge asked.

"Old Lin, have a seat." Director Ye said with a smile: "Director Kong just left—isn't that right? He gave me a tough problem."

"Is Zheng Lao Ban really going to the Mayo Clinic, or is it fake?" Lin Ge didn't hide anything; facing Director Ye, he didn't want to waste effort on useless things.

"This is the Mayo Clinic invitation. Too bad it wasn't sent to the hospital, but to Zheng Lao Ban personally." Director Ye sounded a bit regretful.

"Young man, you've got a future." Lin Ge praised, "Or I could talk to Zheng Lao Ban—after all, it's just an invitation; next time we could send it straight to the hospital, no trouble at all."

"Hmm, your suggestion is spot on." Director Ye smiled and nodded.

Lin Ge knew that even if he didn't volunteer, the task would probably fall to him anyway.

"What surgery is it? The Mayo Clinic can't handle it, so they want Doctor Zheng to do it. Is it Ge Xie Disease or something else?"

"Who knows? I can't even figure out how they're divided into departments." Director Ye said: "An experimental team at the Mayo Clinic is researching renal‑origin hypertension; after radiofrequency ablation of the renal sympathetic nerves, they developed a complication of renal artery stenosis. It might be cross‑departmental cooperation, but it's nothing to do with us. If they can get it out there, it just proves our Hospital 912's work is well done!"

Seeing Director Ye in high spirits, Lin Ge also returned a smile.

In his heart, he had already cursed Zhao Wenhua bloody and also given the person behind the petty tricks a dressing‑down.

They've all gone to the Mayo Clinic Medical Center to run their Flying Knives—what's the point of playing these petty tricks?

It's a dimensional crushing blow—there's literally no power to fight back, so why insist on revenge for every slight?

When will the cycle of revenge end? Fortunately, I noticed it early enough.

But Zhao Wenhua this time owes me a big favor. If I hadn't held my ground, used a delaying tactic, and brought Zheng Lao Ban over, there probably wouldn't be a good way to resolve this.

"Old Lin, this is yours to handle—get on it right away. Follow the procedure and file the paperwork for Doctor Zheng. Besides, I heard Zheng Lao Ban will first fly to the Mayo Clinic, then go to Heidelberg to do a teaching surgery."

"……" Lin Ge was speechless.

"Teaching surgery, going to Heidelberg. What place is that? It's the alma mater where Karl Marx graduated."

Although in the medical field, Heidelberg University's affiliated hospital isn't as good as the Mayo Clinic, it's still a world‑first‑class institution and research center.

Sigh, tell me, Zhao Wenhua, what kind of person did you pick to cause trouble—you picked this one.

Lin Ge was thinking with his inner strength, yet he stood up, his smile full of resolve, and said: "Director Ye, I'll go now. But we've never dealt with going abroad to run a Flying Knife, give a demonstration surgery, or partner with top foreign hospitals and research institutions."

"I'll think about it some more—no matter what, this is a good thing." Director Ye smiled: "The award ceremony for earthquake relief hasn't been held yet; once Zheng Lao Ban flies back, there might be results. We'll combine the two and announce them together."

Lin Ge knew, nodded, and immediately turned and left Director Ye's office.

He took out his phone, hesitated, but instead of messaging Zhao Wenhua, he put it away.

"Xiao Wang, come with me." Lin Ge felt compelled and called the female staff member.

"Director Lin, what's up?"

"It's the deputy director—if you keep being this careless, I'll have to criticize you." Lin Ge emphasized, "Go to the Intervention Department and talk to Zheng Lao Ban."

"Huh?"

"Our administrative office exists to serve the clinical departments—how could we let Zheng Lao Ban waste his precious time constantly running errands?" Lin Ge said sternly: "Go ask Zheng Lao Ban what he needs; our Medical Department's function isn't just handling medical disputes. Then this arduous task will be yours to handle."

Xiao Wang's face suddenly lit up with a radiant glow, crystal clear, her joy plain to see.

What's going on? Lin Ge read her expression, knowing the matter probably lay with her, yet he couldn't figure it out.

But these are trivial matters; hurry up and pick a side—Zhao Wenhua's feelings don't matter anymore.

At worst, I'll go to his place tonight for a good chat.

They're all heading to the Mayo Clinic and Heidelberg University to run their Flying Knives—do you, a mere Zhao Wenhua, really think you can suppress Zheng Lao Ban?

Isn't that just daydreaming?

Lin Ge thought it over again, took the relevant documents and the Medical Department's seal, struck a pose of on‑site office work, took Xiao Wang, and went straight to the Intervention Department.

Just as they entered the Intervention Department, they ran straight into Zhao Wenhua, who was about to go into surgery.

"Director Lin, you're a rare visitor." Zhao Wenhua was happy, but gave only a half‑hearted chuckle.

Showing too much affection in public isn't good.

Is this coming to cause trouble for Zheng Ren? Zhao Wenhua felt overjoyed.