Chapter 1068: with translation of chapter title

"1042 The hospital wants to give you a new ward?"

"Zhao Wenhua sat at home smoking."

"On his desk stood a pad, scrolling with a message—【Dr. Zheng Ren plans to perform a TIPS live-broadcast Shou Bing at the Mayo Clinic today.】"

"Zhao Wenhua sat at home smoking."

"On his desk stood a pad, scrolling with a message—【Dr. Zheng Ren plans to perform a TIPS live-broadcast Shou Bing at the Mayo Clinic today.】"

We need to use these exact English forms whenever those terms appear. For terms not in glossary, we translate normally.

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"This message was so eye-catching that Zhao Wenhua's eyelids kept twitching."

""Old Zhao, don't smoke so much." His lover, watching TV, reminded him."

"Zhao Wenhua was very unhappy, so he couldn't be bothered to reply, just remained silent."

"The Mayo Clinic, damn it, is even teaching and live‑broadcasting! When did the threshold of the Mayo Clinic become so low?"

"Because Zheng Ren left, in Zhao Wenhua's mind the standing of the Mayo Clinic also Decrease a large amount."

"From a world‑top Hospital, it had become a rural clinic."

"Just thinking of Zheng Ren, that honest‑looking face seemed full of evil."

"Last night Lin Ge invited Zhao Wenhua out and detailed what had happened recently."

"After hearing it, Zhao Wenhua also broke out in a cold sweat."

"Looking honest and simple, but actually his Inner Mind was sly like a fox and ruthless like a wolf; this was Zhao Wenhua's evaluation of Zheng Ren."

"What kind of people are these? Fine, just go through the normal reporting procedure. Damn, even doctors who can throw Flying Knives are wasting thought on these petty tricks, all for some possible or impossible problem."

"Truly too sinister."

"Lin Ge finally earnestly advised Zhao Wenhua not to provoke Zheng Lao Ban, as it would be of no use."

"Zhao Wenhua held his neck stiff and said nothing."

"Only then did Lin Ge sigh and tell him that Director Ye said East Tumor had already come to poach people, saying they wanted to open a new ward for Zheng Lao Ban."

"When he heard that, Zhao Wenhua felt as if struck by a bolt of lightning, his whole heart turned black and shattered, impossible to piece together."

"Myself, a respected master's supervisor, a post‑doc who graduated from a prestigious overseas university, actually can't keep up with a youngster who came out of a prefecture‑level city, still covered in unwashed mud!"

"In Di Du, at a large tertiary Hospital, how hard it is to get a ward, Zhao Wenhua knows full well."

"It's hard to even imagine. Looking from another angle, at least Zhao Wenhua has struggled for about ten years, yet becoming a ward chief remains elusive; perhaps in his lifetime he won't even become a director."

"And this is still based on the existing foundation; even if he became that ward chief, he'd have to face the provocations and constant scheming of three or five Team‑leading Professors below."

"Opening a brand‑new ward, in Zhao Wenhua's view, is even more unbelievable than Zheng Ren going to the Mayo Clinic to perform Shou Bing, to do damn whatever live‑broadcast teaching Shou Bing."

"East Tumor, what place is that? Its foundation is no worse than 912's; it's one of the flagship tertiary hospitals of the Huaxing system, located on the Third Ring Road, where every inch of land is precious."

"Opening a new ward, this isn't nonsense, is it?"

"Do they have the space?"

"Smoke haze filled the air, a light blue mist drifting gently, making Zhao Wenhua's vision also blur a bit."

"And the scrolling advertisement of Xinglin Yuan didn't seem so glaring either."

"After a long silence, he picked up his phone, searched through, finally landing on a person's name, yet hesitated to act."

"Although if Zheng Ren went to East Tumor, taking his own Bed Position would naturally be returned to him, amounting to no loss."

"But Zhao Wenhua was unwilling inside."

"If it were taken back by his own hands, that would be fine to say. The key is that this way of taking it back, Zhao Wenhua cannot accept."

"What Zheng Ren doesn't want, picking it up for oneself is like begging."

"How could the proud and arrogant Zhao Wenhua accept such 'charity'?"

"He finally made the call, wanting to confirm the reliability of this news."

""Director Hui, is it convenient to talk?" Zhao Wenhua smiled on his face; although he still had some sound, his words conveyed nothing."

"He was his classmate; after graduation he went to East Tumor, now having left clinical work to become the director of the hospital director's office."

"This director's capability is not inferior to that of an ordinary director, and in some sense even greater by several degrees."

""At home, anything up, Old Zhao?" The voice on the other end was very flat."

""I'm inquiring about something; I heard you're coming to poach our Zheng Lao Ban?" Zhao Wenhua said."

"When he said the three words Zheng Lao Ban, he felt a bit disgusted inside. But he couldn't let it show openly that he was on bad terms with Zheng Ren; one needs deep scheming, and they're both quite old now."

"Zhao Wenhua repeatedly warned himself to pay attention to his words and actions."

""Old Zhao, you're not even the Head of Interventional Radiology Department, so stay out of this." The voice of Director Hui on the other end sounded somewhat cold and stern."

"Zhao Wenhua stared for a moment, wondering what the situation was."

"Usually Director Hui spoke gently, never losing his temper, and his thoughts were deep; under normal circumstances he wouldn't speak harshly."

"Really, before he'd even fallen on hard times, everyone was already rushing to bully him? Zhao Wenhua felt a surge of resentful anguish."

"Lin Ge was like that, and this Director Hui was the same."

"But he didn't show it, instead asking: "Old Hui, we're classmates, I have no other intention, just asking casually.""

""Old Zhao, the hospital just had this idea, how did everyone already know about it? Your Director Kong just came to me to learn the situation, being utterly unreasonable.""

"Zhao Wenhua's heart sank; could it be that this is true?"

""Are you really preparing to poach Zheng Lao Ban? I heard you want to open a new ward—that's a big move, I'm envious." Zhao Wenhua said, saying it, he could even feel a sour taste in his mouth."

""The director just had this idea; it hasn't been brought to the meeting yet. However, the director talked with several departments, and if Zheng Lao Ban's side agrees, I estimate they'll definitely allocate him a ward.""

""……" It's actually true!"

""Old Zhao, you're not here to advise me not to poach Zheng Lao Ban, are you?" Director Hui asked."

""No, I just heard about it, felt curious, and asked casually." Zhao Wenhua tried to keep his tone as light as possible."

""Then good. The hospital estimates it will act soon; first they'll talk with Zheng Lao Ban, and as long as he agrees, I don't believe 912 can do anything about it.""

"From Director Hui's tone of speech, Zhao Wenhua sensed that the East Tumor side had made up its mind to poach people."

"This…"

He felt waves of confusion in his mind.

As for what? What kind of big hand, when it comes, just moves out a brand new ward.

Just thinking about the brand-new ward, Zhao Wenhua's envy, jealousy, and hatred all surged up in his heart.

No longer interested in making small talk, he casually said a few random things, then hung up the phone.

"Give me a new ward… give me a new ward…" Zhao Wenhua muttered under his breath.

"Lao Zhao, is the hospital going to give you a new ward?" Zhao Wenhua's lover caught only a few words, excitedly rushed to the study door without even putting on their slippers, and asked.

"Ah?"

"Is the hospital going to give you a new ward?"

Zhao Wenhua flared with anger, "Do I have to get a new ward, and still have to suffer smoking here?!"