Chapter 1096: 1069 Soldier's Target Practice Returns to Camp

"What are you doing, fumbling about? How old are you?" Vice President Yuan said unhappily.

"Director, please wait a moment." Director Ye lowered his voice, ignored the chair, and hurried out.

What's going on?

Vice President Yuan was quite unhappy. Is it really that hard for Dr. Zheng to get an exceptional promotion? He's always taken a dislike to Section Chief Mao, never expecting him to jump this high today. But Director Yan didn't speak, and he saw no need to lose face here.

After all, as the vice president in charge of clinical work, he couldn't interfere with the Science and Education Department.

With different divisions of labor, Vice President Yuan felt powerless. Section Chief Mao had made up his mind not to buy into his arguments, and in the short term there wasn't much he could do. Moreover, Vice President Yuan knew that Section Chief Mao had powerful backing behind him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone from a nursing position of over ten years to becoming the head of the Science and Education Department.

Although he was dissatisfied with Section Chief Mao, he wasn't in a rush. Work still needed to be done; if some comrades didn't understand, he'd find an opportunity to let her understand.

But Ye Qingqiu's movements were too flustered, unlike his usual demeanor.

Watching Director Ye's hurried departing figure, Vice President Yuan shifted his tone and began spouting various platitudes.

Like a continuous river, endless and flowing.

This is a skill that must be learned. Those who can't learn it have long been eliminated. For example, Director Kong just can't learn it, so he might as well stick to clinical work—it's no big deal.

A few minutes later, Ye Qingqiu walked in without even knocking.

Hmm? Old Ye, what's wrong with you?

Everyone's eyes were on Director Ye; he was a bit tense, and his gait was also somewhat strange.

Damn…… Soon everyone figured it out.

Ye Qingqiu walks with a limp!

No wonder he looks so awkward…… Old Ye, you're how old? In the Medical Department, what haven't you seen? How did you end up limping?

The entire conference room fell silent; Director Ye paid no attention to everyone's gazes, he walked straight up to the podium, stood behind Director Yan in the center, near Vice President Yuan's side, and whispered a few words.

Director Yan heard two sentences, his hand suddenly stiffened. His eyes, which had been half-closed, snapped open, flashing with sharp light. Vice President Yuan's expression, which had just been slightly stern, softened considerably; he glanced at Section Chief Mao with a hint of mockery.

After speaking, Director Ye seemed to relax as well. He straightened his posture, looked down from the podium at Section Chief Mao, a fleeting faint smile crossing his lips, then walked away.

Section Chief Mao felt an inexplicable panic. She could clearly see the expressions of Vice President Yuan and Director Ye. Something must have happened! But what exactly?

She knew what kind of person Ye Qingqiu was. Doing this would give Zhao Wenhua a favor, and she herself wouldn't make a mistake; upon reflection it seemed fine. But she hadn't expected Ye Qingqiu to so firmly stand beside that young doctor, her judgment seeming somewhat off.

But it's no big deal; Section Chief Mao comforted herself.

"Regarding the actual situation of Dr. Zheng's exceptional promotion, everyone speak freely, share your opinions." Vice President Yuan said with a smile.

The microphone emitted a hissing sound, and Section Chief Mao felt a palpitation.

"Let me add a couple more sentences." Director Kong saw Director Ye wink at him, realized the situation had changed, collected himself, and said: "Dr. Zheng isn't at home because he recently received a request from the Mayo Clinic to go to the Mayo Clinic for surgery."

"Received an invitation?" Section Chief Mao laughed, "This kind of thing—when we close the door, who doesn't know how it works? Some medical supplies company must be paying for Dr. Zheng to go abroad on a trip."

Director Kong shook his head. Since Section Chief Mao had already jumped so high, he didn't feel right saying more. Still, he was curious what Director Ye had just gone out to do.

Director Luo and the Anesthesiology Department's Director Xu spoke up for Dr. Zheng, saying a couple of words. Although not as resolute as Director Kong, taking a stance was enough as long as they spoke out.

"Ding ding dong……" The usually silent Director Yan tapped his fingers on the table, and the whole room immediately fell silent.

Just as she was about to speak, Section Chief Mao, who had assumed a posture ready to debate the scholars, swallowed all her words back down.

It feels awful.

"Let's just leave it at that." Director Yan said: "Promoting someone exceptionally to associate senior—this isn't a joke!"

The air in the conference room seemed to solidify.

Section Chief Mao's smile blossomed like a flower, making her look twenty years younger.

Flowers can bloom again; people can regain their youth.

Anyway, Director Yan would surely not agree to such a principle‑violating matter.

Director Kong glanced sideways at Ye Qingqiu in surprise, but Director Ye wore a solemn face, neither startled nor delighted, maintaining a silent, business‑like posture.

Vice President Yuan wore a smile, as if everything were under his control.

"For special talents, one must have a special demeanor." Director Yan slapped the table, producing a bang that echoed through the microphone to every corner of the room: "How could an associate senior position suffice? Directly promote to full senior despite the rules; the Science and Education Department may have difficulties with this… Vice President Yuan, you handle it."

"Okay."

"What kind of attitude is this, all yin‑yang and weird!" Director Yan glared at Vice President Yuan and barked: "Speak up—can you do it or not?"

"I will definitely accomplish the task!" Vice President Yuan said.

"Alright, meeting adjourned."

After saying that, Director Yan stood up, hands behind his back, lightly tapping his fingers on the back of his hand.

Those familiar with Director Yan could tell that the rhythm and beat of his tapping were "soldier target practice returns to camp."

This shows he's pleased.

But what exactly happened? As everyone saw the several directors off, they then turned their gazes to Director Ye.

Director Ye said nothing, stood up, patted Director Kong on the shoulder, and greeted him to go straight ahead.

Left in the room, people stared at each other, bewildered.

Director Luo and Director Xu were the first to chase after them; they too were curious what news Director Ye had received that could easily turn the tables.

Moreover, not even an associate senior position was enough—he leapt straight to a full senior position.

If it were merely an exceptional promotion to associate senior, it wouldn't be a big deal; as long as the Science and Education Department agreed, just running through the process would suffice.

But jumping straight from attending physician over the red line to a full senior position—this sort of thing… anyway, the two directors had never seen it in their lifetimes.

I've heard nothing like it either.

People gradually dispersed; Section Chief Mao sat in her chair, her smile unchanged since Director Yan began speaking.

"Section Chief Mao, the meeting's over, you see…" Finally, the cleaning staff came in to tidy up, greeting her politely.

It's almost time to clock out; please don't sit here and hinder our cleaning, okay?

After being called two or three times, Section Chief Mao finally came to. She nodded, her bearing dignified.

Holding onto the table, they stood up, but unexpectedly the leg went soft, and fell to the ground.