Chapter 260: 0254 Hand of God (3/5)

Zheng Ren is severely face‑blind; he's gotten used to pretending he knows anyone who greets him.

That person extended a hand; Zheng Ren forced himself to stay alert and shook his hand.

After eating and socializing, he was more exhausted than after surgery; Zheng Ren was utterly drained.

"Hello, Boss Zheng, I'm Li Xiaochen, the standing vice president of Haixia Private Hospital, mainly in charge of talent recruitment." The man was enthusiastic yet not unpleasant.

Haixia Private Hospital? What the hell is that?

Zheng Ren stared blankly.

"First, congratulations on the success of your live‑streamed surgery today," Li Xiaochen said with a smile, using words to close the distance between them.

"Oh, you're too kind," Zheng Ren replied.

"This is my card. Our hospital is a pure‑capital facility with top‑notch equipment. The interventional surgery suite houses the latest Siemens dual‑C‑arm L3476, one of the most advanced machines worldwide. Boss Zheng, are you interested in learning more?" Li Xiaochen kept a gentle smile.

He handles talent poaching for Haixia Hospital, having met countless doctors and knowing what they like to talk about.

First and foremost, salary. The big names earn over a million a year; other directors and associate physicians make between three hundred thousand and five hundred thousand. Add housing, spousal employment, etc., and the package is extremely generous.

Second, doctors love to discuss hardware. Since skill is software, good hardware lets them excel like a tiger with wings.

Who wouldn't want to improve their level?

These two cards are unbeatable; any doctor Li Xiaochen sets his sights on is almost impossible to resist poaching.

Haixia Hospital is a pure‑capital institution, not participating in mainland medical insurance; all patients pay out of pocket.

Here we don't accept indigent patients; we serve the wealthy and follow a high‑end track.

No insurance, patients aren't short of money, they enjoy high salaries, and the hardware conditions are world‑class—all of which strongly attract doctors.

Of course, professors in the capital are hard to poach unless they've retired.

Li Xiaochen has been in the capital lately, negotiating with a suppressed general‑surgery professor at a certain hospital about recruiting him to Haixia Hospital.

The video‑streaming matter is a hot topic in the interventional circle, but in the broader medical world only those who do interventional procedures pay attention; most others are unaware of it.

But Li Xiaochen knows that, as a competent manager, he must grasp as much information as possible; sometimes getting ahead a step means huge gains.

He watched the entire surgery livestream and, at the earliest opportunity, consulted an American expert, who left only one remark: "This is a masterpiece only the Hand of God could accomplish!"

How could Li Xiaochen give up on a doctor who possesses the "Hand of God"?

Moreover, he's very young, and youth means limitless prospects—something Li Xiaochen understands.

Thus, after a brief look at Zheng Ren's résumé, he rushed nonstop to the guesthouse to await the big fish's return.

Zheng Ren took the card Li Xiaochen handed him, didn't even glance at it, slipped it into his pocket, and smiled: "Sure, I'll get in touch when I have time."

Uh… the subtext of that line is crystal clear: "I don't know you, and I really don't want to stay in touch."

Li Xiaochen blinked, wondering if he hadn't made himself clear.

"Boss Zheng, our hospital—" Li Xiaochen hadn't finished when Zheng Ren walked into the guesthouse, waved his hand, and a faint goodbye echoed from afar.

The goodbye was soft and vanished in an instant.

Good grief… I've seen a ghost! Li Xiaochen was frantic.

He's poached many people—top‑tier doctors from the capital and Modu who were suppressed or sidelined, all of whom he's lured away.

There are also some retired old professors; his talent‑poaching methods, tailored to each individual, are practiced to perfection and rarely fail.

But this time… surely it was because he didn't express himself clearly. Li Xiaochen reflected and felt the likely cause was his haste.

He wasn't discouraged; instead, he straightened his suit, looking sharp and full of vigor and charm, giving off a steady, dependable vibe.

He tidied his clothes, calmed his mind, and followed along with a composed demeanor.

That's what a manager is like—unyielding despite setbacks, a necessary temperament and quality.

Except he got turned away by the young doctor, leaving Li Xiaochen somewhat baffled. Had it not been for that "Hand of God" remark, he might have already stormed off.

Surely there was a communication problem between them, undoubtedly so.

After registering at the front desk with a few little tricks, he found out which room Zheng Ren was in.

Arriving at the door, Li Xiaochen settled his mind, carefully adjusted his smile to appear more approachable, then raised his hand and knocked gently.

"Please come in," Zheng Ren's voice called out.

Li Xiaochen pushed the door open and saw Zheng Ren sitting in a chair, left hand pinching a microguidewire, constantly rubbing it.

This is practically a treasure!

Li Xiaochen's eyes lit up!

No wonder this young doctor ignored me—he's poured all his spirit and attention into technique. Even though the surgery just ended, he won't relax for a moment, still feeling the microguidewire's flexibility.

Like in a martial‑arts novel, he's pursuing the state where man and microguidewire become one—tsk tsk.

If someone like this doesn't deserve the Hand of God, then who does?

Without madness, there is no survival.

No wonder, no wonder.

"Sorry to disturb you, Boss Zheng," Li Xiaochen said with a gentle smile, spreading his palms outward to give an unconscious sense of harmlessness, took a few steps forward, bowed slightly, and continued: "I think I wasn'tclear just now; please give me three precious minutes to introduce our hospital."

"What's your name again?" Zheng Ren had forgotten Li Xiaochen's name.

"…" Li Xiaochen hadn't realized Zheng Ren was face‑blind; after their brief encounter, Zheng Ren forgot him the moment he went upstairs.

Li Xiaochen felt the veins on both sides of his forehead throbbing—was this an insult to himself?

No way—it was our first meeting, I hadn't done anything; why would he insult me?

I must be overthinking it.

That's surely it…

Li Xiaochen suppressed the volcano welling up inside, his smile broadening as he said: "Boss Zheng, you're truly a person of high status who forgets things. We just met downstairs; I'm Li Xiaochen, vice president of Haixia Hospital, in charge of talent recruitment."

"Oh, Director Li, hello, please have a seat." Zheng Ren, a bit fatigued, still rose from his chair, smiled, and gestured for Li Xiaochen to sit.

"Boss Zheng, your surgery today was superb; using my American friend's words, you have a pair of hands kissed by the Heavenly Above."

He felt that describing it as the hand of God was still a bit exaggerated. Mainly, he didn't want to put Zheng Ren on a pedestal right from the start of poaching him; that's not how you do business.

"You flatter me." Zheng Ren had no interest in whatever Heaven or whatever kiss, and said indifferently.

"Not exaggerated at all." Li Xiaochen sat down, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a business card in the trash can under the desk—it was exactly the one he had just handed to Zheng Ren...

His eye twitched involuntarily twice, but he quickly controlled his emotions.

"According to my understanding, you are a Hai Cheng resident, serving as Inpatient Chief at the Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department." Li Xiaochen smiled, "Please rest assured, the investigation is being conducted by a headhunting firm; I harbor no ill will toward you."

"Hmm, yes." Zheng Ren fiddled with the Microguidewire, his face showing only a faint smile, otherwise expressionless.

"Your monthly income should be around four thousand yuan. Frankly speaking, your skill and income are severely mismatched. A four-thousand-yuan income simply cannot reflect your worth." Li Xiaochen decided to get straight to the point, using a silver bullet approach to break down Zheng Ren.

"Oh, still fine." Zheng Ren's reply remained simple, simple to the point of being boring.

"If you are willing to come to our Strait Hospital to serve as Head of Interventional Radiology Department, I can immediately offer you an annual salary of 1.5 million. Only such a salary would be fair." Li Xiaochen smiled, looking at Zheng Ren.

I'm afraid that in the next second, this young doctor will kneel under the financial onslaught.