Chapter 1670: with translation of chapter title

The three directors who enjoyed giving speeches came respectively from Dongjing Guoli Yiyuan, UCLA Medical Center, and Massachusetts General Hospital.

The latest statistics show that Massachusetts General Hospital ranks first in the world among healthcare systems, surpassing the Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins Hospital.

Therefore, at this exchange meeting, Director Chris Johansen of Massachusetts General Hospital naturally sat in the central position.

The content of this directors' forum is to discuss the development, difficulties, and opportunities of the medical industry.

That the organizing committee managed to invite Director Chris Johansen to attend the forum and give a speech was something no one had expected.

"World's number one"—those words are full of value.

Director Yan sat in the first row, pondering.

Perhaps because the establishment of Modu Jia Hui International Hospital, in order to expand publicity and influence, they were able to invite Director Chris Johansen.

From now on, the path for top-tier hospitals is becoming increasingly difficult.

Private hospitals are aggressively poaching talent; many newly cultivated mid-career doctors with the capability of team-leading professors have been lured away by high salaries.

Retired senior directors and professors have also gone to large private hospitals.

Not only that, even Massachusetts General Hospital, a world‑number‑one hospital, has extended its reach domestically, establishing a tumor‑specialty hospital in Modu.

The development of 912 is a heavy burden with a long road ahead.

Actually, the blow suffered by large public hospitals like 912 is not the greatest; it is hospitals such as Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, a top‑tier hospital, that bear the biggest pressure.

Director Chris Johansen was speaking, his talk long and boring.

The simultaneous interpreter was translating the endless nonsense word for word; she was very young and obviously somewhat nervous.

Below, the directors from across the country: some held ballpoint pens, pretending to take serious notes; some whispered to each other, discussing joint ventures; some tried to approach the directors of the nation's top‑tier hospitals to build relationships, hoping to establish something like an Academician Work Station.

As for Director Chris Johansen's account of Massachusetts General Hospital's glorious history and its promotion of modern medicine, hardly anyone paid attention.

At 5′22″, the assistant of Director Chris Johansen took out his phone from the document bag, glanced at it, and then waved the phone at Director Chris.

The director was earnestly reading his manuscript, unaware of what his assistant downstairs was doing.

In Director Chris Johansen's view, this is a passionate and uplifting speech, and he must exert himself fully to elevate the atmosphere.

The assistant, helpless, knowing that reading the manuscript would take at least ten minutes, had no choice but to hang up the phone.

But the person on the other end was insistent, calling again and again.

Even if the Boston Red Sox had won the baseball league championship, one couldn't be so impatient as to not wait for a single speech.

The assistant, helpless, glanced at it.

The label on the phone screen had already been changed to another phone number, and the name was that of a big shot whom one could not afford to offend.

He hesitated a moment, but he definitely still had to first help Director Chris Johansen answer the phone and explain the situation on this end.

"Hello."

"Chris, you bastard, you won't even take the board's call!"

"Doctor Jason Wareteck, Director Chris is in the middle of a speech; it's inconvenient to take your call."

"Little Charlie, immediately interrupt that damned speech and give the phone to Chris! I need to tell him the board's resolution; we only lack his vote. Although his opinion isn't important, we still need to…"

Assistant Charlie immediately realized that something big was happening.

The board of Massachusetts General Hospital rarely notifies Director Chris in such a hurry, let alone rudely interrupting his speech.

He had no hesitation, for Doctor Jason Wareteck was not someone a lowly assistant like himself could afford to offend.

Assistant Charlie hurriedly ran to the podium, handed the phone to Director Chris Johansen, and, one second before he would lose his temper, said: "Director, this is Doctor Jason Wareteck's call; the board has a major resolution."

The simultaneous interpreter was a young girl who had just graduated from school; this was the first important task of her life.

She was nervous and, without thinking, translated Assistant Charlie's words aloud.

All the domestic directors downstairs lifted their heads, looking at Director Chris Johansen.

"Damn the board." Director Chris Johansen muttered under his breath, picked up the phone, and raised his hand to signal that he needed to step away for a moment.

Just as he uttered a syllable, the voice of Doctor Jason Wareteck on the other end burst out in a roar.

Amplified through the microphone, it was vividly clear.

The simultaneous interpreter, nervous, translated that sentence aloud.

"Chris, Ji En Ta has met Doctor Zheng and invited him to become a lifetime professor at our hospital!"

"Doctor Zheng? Who is he?" Director Chris Johansen stared for a moment.

"That's the doctor who is a sure bet for the Nobel Prize!"

The simultaneous interpreter focused intently, unaware that the voice she heard was coming through the phone's microphone, and translated it word for word.

Below, all the domestic directors erupted in an uproar.

"A sure‑bet Nobel Prize?"

Some people know that 912 has a doctor named Zheng Ren who received a Nobel Prize nomination, but to most people the Nobel Prize in Medicine is like the moon—visible but forever out of reach.

It is merely a beautiful legend.

Even under the shocking term "sure‑bet Nobel Prize," the position of lifetime professor fails to attract much attention.

Director Yan stared for a moment, then asked Ye Qingqiu beside him, "Did that kid Zheng Ren go to the United States?"

"No." Ye Qingqiu also didn't understand what had happened, "It's a health‑group assignment filed with the Medical Department; reportedly he went to Nanyang."

Nanyang—what does that have to do with Massachusetts General Hospital?

But this kid really knows how to cause trouble; Director Yan smiled faintly and sat steadily in his seat.

"Director Yan, is the Doctor Zheng they're talking about the Zheng Ren doctor your hospital poached?" asked Director Zhang of the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital in a low voice.

Director Yan gave a slight nod, the smile on his face growing richer.

"No! There are only three lifetime professor positions, and the last one hasn't been vacant for twenty years since Old Locke's death, has it?"

"This is the board's resolution; Doctor Ji En Ta proposed it and gained 80% support. Old John, I'm just calling to inform you."

"I think it would be correct for Doctor Zheng to serve as a lifetime professor, but only after the Nobel Prize evaluation ends, not now. Making a decision at this point—isn't that a bit hasty?" Director Chris Johansen said loudly.

The simultaneous interpretation was very conscientious, and meticulously translated every word.

"According to reliable news from Sweden, Doctor Olsson has already met with His Majesty the King and explained this matter." Jason Varretake said: "Jienta exercised the independent director's annual right to convene a board meeting, and firmly stated that if Doctor Zheng is not chosen as a tenured professor, he will resign!"