Chapter 1691: line with translation of chapter title

"Old Ma, I'm not saying this about you, but the doctors on your side have low skill yet big tempers. If this continues, hey!" Lin Ge didn't say the result, but what does he mean? Everyone knows.

Director Tian was very unwilling to accept, but the young doctor in front of him spoke with full confidence about an almost impossible diagnosis……

The key is that the head of the Medical Department of 912 still fully supports it, not hesitating to cause a scene at the ministry. Lin Ge is full of confidence, putting on an air of "I've got you figured out."

Could my judgment be wrong?

He examined the images carefully, yet still found nothing.

"I'm going to make a call, Old Lin, how old are you, your temper is still this explosive." Chief Ma said a vague remark, then slinked off to make a call.

……

……

After 3′12″, Vice President Yuan's phone rang.

Stationed at the Community Hospital, I originally went with the resolve to die, but everything went smoothly all the way, and I just came out like that.

Vice President Yuan sat comfortably in the chair, basking in the sun.

He didn't want to see anyone, just wanted to bask in the sun.

Being alive is truly great.

The phone rang, he glanced at it and saw it was Director Liu of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, feeling somewhat helpless.

Our hospital's phone doesn't need to be answered; it's administrative matters, to be handled after Director Yan is discharged; this kind of thing I shouldn't interfere with.

With Ye Qingqiu overseeing medical affairs, there couldn't be a major problem.

However, the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital side has a difficult critical case that requires Old Gu to go for a consultation.

Old Gu feeling unwell, given his age, that's understandable. So Vice President Yuan simply waved his hand and had Zheng Lao Ban go.

After a series of events, Vice President Yuan's attitude toward Zheng Ren went from doubt to acceptance, and from acceptance to belief.

As for blindly following…… he hadn't even considered it.

What's the problem on that end? Vice President Yuan answered the phone helplessly.

"Director Liu, what's wrong?"

"Vice President Yuan, how is Doctor Zheng's skill?" came Director Liu's voice from the other end of the phone.

"No problem at all." Vice President Yuan laughed; this was doubting Zheng Lao Ban's ability. The more they doubted, the more it would later prove their stupidity.

At Capital Medical University, President Zhang's words of making a comeback still echoed in his ears.

"Really?"

"Director Liu, I sincerely sent you the best doctor with all my heart; if you doubt that, then let Doctor Zheng come back." Vice President Yuan's tone was somewhat displeased, but the smile on his face proved his true inner thoughts.

"A gunshot wound, you know, Doctor Zheng said the bullet is in the heart. No need for surgical removal; it should be taken out via interventional surgery. Old Yuan, tell me, if it were you, would you believe it?" the other side complained.

Vice President Yuan blinked slightly, his smile froze for a moment, but turning around he quickly returned to normal.

"I definitely believe it, we who handle political work shouldn't get involved in clinical matters. Director Yan said, everything the agency does should escort and safeguard clinical work, is……"

Blah blah blah, like opening a hospital director meeting, Vice President Yuan said absentmindedly for nearly 3 minutes.

If such boilerplate isn't stopped, he could keep saying it for a lifetime.

"Old Yuan, the head of your Medical Department, Director Lin, said that if we don't do it here, they'll transfer it to your hospital."

"Sure thing." Vice President Yuan laughed: "If you don't dare to do it, then let us do it over here. If something goes wrong, I'll go explain it to the ministry."

The other end of the phone fell silent.

Director Liu of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital was shocked by Vice President Yuan's attitude.

With such a bizarre judgment and this odd surgical method, how could the supervisor of clinical work, Vice President Yuan, not question it at all?

Is there still any heavenly principle?

Is there still any royal law?

Vice President Yuan still wore a relaxed smile on his face, waiting for the other party to speak.

A few seconds later, the voice from the other end came through.

"Old Yuan, you know what condition this wounded person is in; the ministry attaches great importance to it, the surgery must not fail."

"I know, otherwise you wouldn't have come to us for a consultation." Vice President Yuan laughed: "But I trust the judgment of the frontline clinical doctors; I won't interfere with their diagnosis and treatment, all I need to do is……"

Another round of blah blah boilerplate.

I guess the other side is already tired of it.

Pick it up, throw it down, a couple rounds back and forth, Vice President Yuan had the upper hand.

Since the patient isn't in our own hospital, we can mess with Director Liu however we want.

Moreover——Vice President Yuan had confidence in Zheng Lao Ban, which is why he dared to play like this.

Clinical bizarre and strange cases are as numerous as smoke and sea; there's nothing odd about something running into the heart, and there are cases that have run into the brain for decades without issue—Vice President Yuan thought to himself.

"Old Yuan, you really have that much confidence?" Director Liu said somewhat anxiously.

"Of course, I already said I sent the strongest doctor for the consultation. If you don't appreciate it and don't believe me, what can I do?" Vice President Yuan laughed.

"A Nobel Prize nominee—could it really be true?"

"Well, the hospital is just reaping the fruits." Vice President Yuan said: "All the way, Zheng Lao Ban has been the nominee who struggled on his own; it has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" the other side still didn't believe it.

"Old Liu, how many years have we known each other? Have you ever seen me be careless about diagnosing and treating clinical patients? Ever joked about it?" Vice President Yuan's tone grew much more serious: "Let me tell you something."

"Go ahead."

"A few days ago, Zheng Lao Ban carried out a health team mission and went to Nanyang."

"So young, already going abroad on a mission—impressive." The other side's praise was insincere.

"He hasn't even returned yet, and the invitation letter from Massachusetts General Hospital arrived." Vice President Yuan dropped a hint.

"An invitation letter? Why? Is it to open an academic conference? That would be nice."

"No, it's an invitation for Zheng Lao Ban to become a lifetime professor at Massachusetts General Hospital." Vice President Yuan also didn't waste any more time on the other party, directly dropping the bomb.

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As expected, just as anticipated, the other side didn't speak.

Going abroad on a mission, the healthcare team must be treating some important figure. Being able to connect with Massachusetts General Hospital, there shouldn't be too many intermediate possibilities.

On the other end of the phone, President Liu's thoughts flashed like lightning, instantly considering countless possibilities.

But no matter which possibility, it proves one point—Zheng Lao Ban went abroad, slapped Massachusetts General Hospital in the face, and finally, to keep the peace, that side had no choice but to obediently offer the title of lifetime professor.

How much subsidy one can get doesn't matter.

Take an example, Peking University's lifetime professor, Ji Xianlin. A name known to all, a master of national learning, a pillar of academia, a national treasure.

Such titles surround the lifetime professor.

Massachusetts General Hospital, no matter how the rankings change, has always been among the world's top five hospitals.

What it means to be a lifetime professor there, President Liu naturally understands.

The silence on the other end of the phone made Vice President Yuan very satisfied.

"Old Liu, this matter hasn't been told to the outside yet; I'm secretly telling you, so don't go blabbing about it."

"Alright, you handle it on your end. If you don't dare to do it, just transfer to my extension 912. I'm hanging up."

Having said that, Vice President Yuan hung up the phone.

Warm sunlight shone on his body, cozy and comfortable beyond compare.

Vice President Yuan slightly closed his eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth extremely satisfied.