Chapter 2732: with translation of chapter title

2634.2534 Step by step pressing (Alliance Leader rests, fennel adds

Secretary Yun was stunned for a moment.

Director Lin looked at Zheng Ren's honest, simple smile and let out a long sigh.

Zheng Lao Ban just saw the honest, simple demeanor—damn, another pit. As for who to bury in this pit, just look at Secretary Yun's face to know.

"Secretary Yun, do you think this explanation works?" Zheng Ren said, "These are the consumables I usually use, also for the Shou Bing and for the patients' benefit."

"He's the sales manager of Longwind Micro-creation; you think we don't know? The real-name report made it clear." The young person beside Secretary Yun said coldly.

"Manager Feng Xu Hui works for love, comes after evening shift to volunteer, lend a hand—isn't that okay?" Su Yun said standing by the airtight lead door: "No commercial purpose, just to ensure the Shou Bing goes smoothly—isn't that okay?"

"Just for the Shou Bing? You're trying to fool ghosts with that?" the young person said coldly.

"Heh, it turns out your Tumor Hospital's regulations don't include healing the sick and save lives." Su Yun, unafraid of making a fuss, simply took off the mask he'd used to cheer up Director Liang and Director Pang, and replied even more coldly: "Well, sorry, our worldviews don't match. Secretary Yun, Director Lin, could you ask whether this statement counts as your Tumor Hospital's official stance?"

"……"

Director Lin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't speak.

Secretary Yun glanced at the young person beside him and whispered a reprimand: "Say less."

"Secretary, do you really believe he's not doing it for fame or profit, carrying all the manufacturers' consumables just for the Shou Bing?" The young person spoke a bit softer, but feeling he couldn't back down, he still insisted.

"That's for you to say." Su Yun said contemptuously: "It's obvious you're someone from an agency who's never worked clinically. We were at home eating hot pot and singing, having a good time, when we got a call about an emergency rescue. We rushed over without even finishing our meal—by your logic, we should be charging emergency rescue fees."

Su Yun blew a breath, the black hair in front of his forehead fluttering. He reached out, removed one layer of mask, and there was still another layer underneath.

Secretary Yun was stunned for a moment—why wear two layers of mask on the operating table?

"Doctor Su, let me talk with Secretary Yun and Director Lin." Lin Ge smiled, stepped forward, and placed himself between Su Yun and Secretary Yun.

Su Yun didn't speak, just smiled. Zheng Ren looked at the young person standing behind Secretary Yun, trying to make the mosaic thinner.

"I'm Lin Ge, head of the 912 Science and Education Department and deputy head of the Medical Department, Secretary Yun, hello." Lin Ge gave a gentle self-introduction.

Secretary Yun was stunned—Zheng Lao Ban came to help, yet he brought along a real-power section chief?

He immediately sensed a dangerous aura.

"Secretary Yun, Director Lin, your hospital's loose, refined self-interest is really unacceptable." Lin Ge saw that person's face darkening, he grew happier inside, and spoke faster: "Although the hospital has been pushed toward the market, our income still depends on our own efforts, but insisting that everything needs money—what's the difference between us and Ou Ya Men's Hospital?"

"We don't push doctors to death, we can't use the big hat of healing the sick and save lives to crush all doctors, but we also can't always think about money, right?" Lin Ge didn't give Secretary Yun and the young person behind him a chance to think, smiling as he said.

"Emergency rescue—saving lives is most critical. Just the funds we advance each year for patients at 912 amount to tens of millions, the vast majority of which cannot be recovered. We won't say who should pay this money; anyway, it ultimately comes from the medical staff's bonuses."

"I believe Di Du Tumor is similar, pretty much the same. Saying this behind closed doors, nobody finds it easy. We can't let comrades fighting on the front lines bleed and sweat, only to stand here shamelessly throwing black shots."

Lin Ge kept speaking, his smile faded, his expression turned grave and earnest; he stared into Secretary Yun's eyes, and even uttered the three words "throwing black shots," describing it as shameless.

"……"

Secretary Yun's heart tightened.

Isn't what Director Lin said wrong? Right!

Large tertiary hospitals pushed toward the market each year have tens of millions in large-sum advance payments for inpatient fees—this is pure profit. It's like a restaurant that must greet anyone who comes in to eat and cannot refuse them.

If it were a restaurant or other business, it would probably have gone bankrupt long ago.

Pushed toward the market, yet having to shoulder non-market functions—these mismatches and abnormalities are understood by Secretary Yun and Director Lin, but nobody can do anything about it. Taking it day by day, this isn't something they can control.

But Lin Ge's shameless "throwing black shots" remark hit Secretary Yun's heart squarely.

"Little Lin, stop pressing; let's reattach the electrode head and tell the family that a lifelong professor from Johns Hopkins Hospital has brought the whole team to help—let them pay first. If they don't pay, who will do the Shou Bing?"

Saying that, Su Yun stepped forward, stared into the young person's eyes, and said coldly: "You, is that what you mean?"

"You… you're spitting blood!" The young person panicked a little; Lin Ge and Su Yun's habit of slapping big hats on people was familiar, and he didn't know how to defend himself for a moment.

One remark about throwing black shots, one about not paying and not doing surgery—he was left completely speechless.

"Secretary Yun, your people just said that. We run back and forth wearing dozens of pounds of lead clothing to do the Shou Bing; the Shou Bing succeeds, and then we have to undergo investigation? If we're really at fault we'll accept it, but just this kind of black shot—hey!" Su Yun said, and removed another layer of mask—there was still another layer underneath.

"Damn, what are you thinking! The four words 'heal the sick and save lives'—damn, you've eaten them all!" Su Yun raised his volume and shouted.

"Doctor Su, calm down, calm down." Director Lin hurried to stop Su Yun.

He knew Zheng Lao Ban and his assistant's fighting skills were not ordinary; just arguing would be enough—did they really have to start fighting?

If they really started fighting, I'm afraid even I, the standing deputy, would end up getting the short end of the stick.

"Secretary Yun, your subordinates' speech is really unpleasant." Lin Ge went along to solidify the matter: "Although our medical field has been pushed toward the market, we still need a heart of healing the sick and save lives, right? Not doing anything without profit, only doing it when there's profit—this way of thinking is really unacceptable."

Saying that, Lin Ge's expression softened a bit.

"Now how many doctors go to private hospitals? Ou Ya Men's private hospital throws patients onto the operating table, then after the incision asks for money—this will happen often from now on." Lin Ge said, "Give doctors a way to survive; otherwise, they'll all end up at Ou Ya Men's."

"……" Secretary Yun had a mouthful of old blood almost spitting out.

Usually I'm the one lecturing others like this; today Director Lin of 912 stands before me, righteous and solemn, while Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, armed to the teeth, twists the topic to something extremely disadvantageous for me.

"This person…" Secretary Yun looked at Feng Xu Hui, uttered two words in a low voice, but was cut off by Su Yun.

"Boss just explained that if we cooperate with your investigation, we're in favor." Su Yun spilled out everything Secretary Yun had said behind his back: "But if the investigation result doesn't give us a satisfactory explanation, I'll give you an explanation that will surely satisfy you."

In your words, "you" and "your" are intertwined, exuding a chilling intent.

"Oh?" Secretary Yun was also angry—how can this young person not speak properly? Give himself a step down, he could damn well die!

He had originally intended to back down, but that side relentlessly refused to give him a step down; the young doctor, that's understandable, but Director Lin, such an old oil slick in the agency, turned out to be so cold and stiff that his hard attitude knocked Secretary Yun's teeth loose.

"Well, I can't represent 912, but I represent myself. If the investigation result doesn't satisfy us, Di Du Tumor will, after throwing black shots, cover it up, letting Zheng Lao Ban's medical team suffer unjust losses—I'd be derelict. I'd rather resign than not make this clear."

"Zheng Lao Ban of 912 led the Medical Team in a full-force rescue; the Shou Bing succeeded, yet the Medical Team's logistics support staff were taken away for investigation. Secretary Yun, Director Lin, do you two think this is appropriate?"

Su Yun said, removing another layer of mask, his face handsome and covered in cold frost, stepped forward, looked at the young person beside Secretary Yun, and smiled: "It's only because the Tumor Hospital doesn't believe doctors wholeheartedly devote themselves to healing the sick and save lives."

"This matter, in the end, if we sue all the way to the Supreme Procuratorate, I also want an explanation!" Lin Ge raised his volume and continued.

Supreme Procuratorate…… what's the point…… Director Lin and Secretary Yun just sat there stunned.

What the heck! Zheng Lao Ban's Medical Team really can't suffer a loss—over such a trivial matter, they won't even give Secretary Yun a step down.

Sigh, it seems the legend about Di Du's medical circles is true—Zheng Lao Ban is arrogant and domineering; looking now, he's outright more domineering than domineering.

Director Lin sighed; the Shou Bing turned out better than the legend, and this temper is even more explosive than the legend.

"Mm, Su Yun and Lin Chu are right." Zheng Ren said lightly, "Hua Shi TV should still have an interview, I have always refused. I feel that this kind of thing at the Tumor Hospital..."

"Zheng Lao Ban!" Lin Yuanzhang suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Zheng Ren's words, "Don't say it, don't say it."

Lin Yuanzhang felt this hatred in his heart, he fiercely glared at the young person beside Yun Secretary, thinking in his heart that even if Hua Shi TV dared not broadcast, do you dare to guarantee that Zheng Lao Ban won't say something at the Nobel Prize award ceremony?

Although it's somewhat not considering the big picture, and Zheng Lao Ban probably wouldn't say that, but you can't keep pressuring Zheng Lao Ban like that.

"Yun Secretary, let's just leave this matter as it is." Lin Yuanzhang said, "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. The consumables that Zheng Lao Ban used just now indeed came from four or five manufacturers. The surgery is difficult, so we can only use what's convenient; I can prove that."

Yun Secretary nodded, suppressing the anger in his heart, smiled and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, it's all a misunderstanding, I just came to take a look. As long as the rescue is successful, that's fine; I'll leave now."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He walked quickly to the changing room with a stern face, and the young person beside him said fiercely: "Secretary, they are twisting words, it's obvious that..."

"Pa~" a slap landed on the young person's face, Yun Secretary angrily said: "You damn still think it's not embarrassing enough!"