Chapter 259: line with translation of chapter title

Hua Ying Ying stood dazed and dispirited by the Huangpu River, in the damp cold wind.

The phone in her hand emitted a "beep-beep-beep" sound, and she felt the world was absurd, ridiculous.

While gathering information, a customer told her that just this morning, Di Du had also completed a prostate interventional embolization surgery, and it was a very perfect surgery.

Moreover, another person from the circle told her that Longwind Micro-creation's interventional consumables were being rolled out into hospitals of all levels in Di Du.

Her gaze was dull, her hair blown into some disarray by the wind, brushing over her smooth white neck, yet she noticed nothing.

Do I count as one of those who betrayed the revolution in 1949 and weren't taken to Treasure Island…?

Do I consider myself thoroughly defeated by that novice Feng Xu Hui?

Whenever I think of Feng Xu Hui's harmless-looking face, always wearing a clueless expression, Hua Ying Ying's heart surges with an indescribable emotion.

Really hateful!

I, who am skilled at maneuvering and excel in grace, how could I lose to that rookie!

Facing the Huangpu River, Feng Xu Hui seemed to stand right before her.

Go to hell! Hua Ying Ying exerted all her strength, throwing the phone from her hand, hoping to shatter that illusion.

But it was all in vain.

Only the phone fell into the Huangpu River, emitting a barely audible sound.

She felt wronged and powerless as she sat on the ground, weeping loudly.

……

……

Zheng Ren was very troubled.

After the surgery, according to his plan, he would send the patient back to the ward, then stay in Di Du for 2-3 days to observe the patient's postoperative condition, and then fly back to Hai Cheng.

Having finished his work, he could finally rest, leisurely stay in the guesthouse, read novels, and chat with Xie Yiren.

Unfortunately, all of this was just Zheng Ren's fantasy.

After the patient was sent back, Director Kong pulled Zheng Ren and refused to let him go, no matter what.

At lunchtime, in the hospital's specialty canteen, more than half of Di Du's Intervention Department heads gathered.

Although he hadn't performed it himself, everyone had heard about the grudges and entanglements surrounding this surgery.

The surgery was done beautifully, and everyone felt relieved and proud.

In the future, when going abroad for meetings and facing those arrogant foreigners, he seemed to have a bit more confidence.

In the specialty canteen, they exchanged cups and glasses, the atmosphere was extraordinarily lively.

Zheng Ren's smile on his face had long since stiffened, his head buzzing.

This should have been a splendid chapter after the peak of his life, yet he felt none of that exalted, generous emotion; his heart was full of helplessness.

Rather than sit here watching Su Yun shuttle between countless department heads, smilingly clinking glasses, drinking, and chatting, he would rather do another ten or eight surgeries.

Doing surgery is still good; this is the only thought in Zheng Ren's mind.

As for that splendid chapter, it probably ought to belong to someone like Su Yun.

Zheng Ren disliked it, very much disliked it.

"Little Zheng, your personality still needs to change." Director Kong, not knowing when he had returned to Zheng Ren's side, with a smiling face and reeking of alcohol, advised him.

"Mm-hmm, Director, you're right." Zheng Ren nodded and immediately replied.

The perfunctory meaning between the lines was already obvious. Zheng Ren felt tired, his heart tired—more tired than wearing lead clothing and doing ten surgeries.

Director Kong didn't care, merely chuckling as he asked.

"There are a few people who want to find you."

"How many?"

"I'll give you the opportunity to interview for a doctorate, let me tell you, Little Zheng." Director Kong's drunken expression suddenly vanished miraculously, replaced by a serious one, as he said: "We're very familiar; I've asked you before, and you couldn't come. But if you ever come to Di Du, come straight to me. No matter what conditions others give you—doubling or whatever, I won't mention it—at least I can match any promise others make."

"……" Zheng Ren looked at Director Kong's face, deeply helpless.

"How many, how many? I saw they were sneakingly telling you something just now."

"Maybe three or five; some said let me come as a doctoral student, others said let me come directly to lead a team." Zheng Ren said weakly.

Leading a team…… Director Kong never expected this condition; actually someone would offer such terms to poach Zheng Ren!

Which team-leading professor in the hospital isn't well-connected and capable?

Connections, technique, resources—if you're slightly lacking, wanting to be a team-leading professor in Di Du? That's a joke!

Every slot is precious beyond measure.

But that someone would use such terms to persuade Zheng Ren is truly digging his own wall with reckless abandon!

In his subconscious, Director Kong had already regarded Zheng Ren as his own courtyard wall.

Director Kong suddenly flew into a rage, he said in a deep voice: "If you come to my place as a team-leading professor, you won't be able to run away. Moreover, I can't guarantee you'll eventually sit in my position, but before I retire, I will surely mobilize all my connections to vie for that spot."

Zheng Ren also froze.

He had never encountered such a thing before—coming to Di Du to be a team-leading professor? And later still have a chance to become director?

This is just too absurd.

Zheng Ren had a sense of his limits in mind; although his interventional surgery skill had risen to the master level and opened the path from adept to master,

but this didn't mean he could make a name for himself in Di Du.

Zheng Ren, from medical student to now, has practiced for over ten years. During that time, he has seen and heard more than enough.

When the old director retires, those below will use every means to fight for the director's seat.

In the past, when there were no rules, those who wielded the knife were everywhere.

Deaths and injuries were also not uncommon.

Nowadays, with crackdowns on black and evil, everyone acts more restrained. Yet prominent candidates, once named in reports, have their old embarrassments dug up from years ago—such things are now commonplace.

What's the point? I'm just an orphan, with no connections, no resources, no……nothing at all. Although in a certain sense, the medical industry is judged by technique, but once you reach a certain level, technique isn't that important.

It's still good to have a bit of pressure in one's heart. Hai Cheng, City First Hospital, not bad.

Even if I leave Hai Cheng, I must go to the newly built large top-tier Hospital; I will definitely not go to the old Hospital, to snatch people's positions, block people's financial paths.

Zheng Ren's reading website, even if it earns the monthly ticket championship, still faces threats from the opposing readers—this is just a matter of a few bucks?

Director Kong saw Zheng Ren's wooden expression, smiled, and said, 'If you stay in Hai Cheng, I'll invite you to do Shou Bing in the future—you must definitely come.'

"Director Kong, you're joking." Zheng Ren immediately said: "What's with the inviting or not inviting, you still need to invite me to do Shou Bing. The scientific research matters are handled by Su Yun; if it's for boosting the Shou Bing case numbers for research, I can come anytime, so please rest assured about this."

Director Kong then became satisfied, and he and Zheng Ren exchanged a few random remarks.

Two or three hours later, the lunch finally ended.

Zheng Ren dragged his Fatigue-filled body, first glanced at the post-Shou Bing patient; seeing the patient's condition stable, with almost no pain, just as he had anticipated, he then returned to the guesthouse with Su Yun to rest a bit.

In front of the guesthouse, a middle-aged man in a suit stood in the biting cold wind, seemingly waiting for a while. Upon seeing Zheng Ren approach, he immediately went up to him, beaming, 'Zheng Lao Ban, finally I get to see you!'