Chapter 132: 【132】Fuming with rage
Fu Xinheng was from the sa departnt as Zhu Huicang, both in cardiothoracic surgery.
The one who followed Fu Xinheng inside was also dressed quite formally, wearing a gray cashre coat with a belt tied around the waist, exuding a bit more charm. He was nad Chang Jiawei and was from the orthopedics departnt.
Fu Xinheng and Chang Jiawei were classmates, not graduates of Guoxie, but from another well-known dostic dical school.
Actually, Guoxie’s annual recruitnt is open to the whole society, desperately seeking dical talents. As long as one is a good doctor, Guoxie wouldn’t care about where they graduated from. This resulted in even fiercer internal competition.
“Had we known, wouldn’t it have been better to co a day later?” Zhu Huicang whispered, complaining about why his old classmates had to co tonight. On New Year’s Day, of course, everyone was rushing to visit President Wu to offer New Year’s greetings.
“President Wu originally wanted him to co this afternoon, but he operated on a patient last night and couldn’t make it early, so he called to change it to tonight,” Ren Chongda said.
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“It could have been changed to tomorrow,” Zhu Huicang insisted.
“Are you that afraid of him?” Seeing the bla inexplicably directed at himself, Cao Yong ntioned his old schoolmate.
Zhu Huicang said, “It’s not that I’m afraid of him. I just don’t really want to bump into him face-to-face.”
The fact was, Zhu Huicang and Fu Xinheng were admitted to cardiothoracic surgery in the sa year.
But now, it was clear that Fu Xinheng had moved ahead of Zhu Huicang, with a recent expectation of being promoted to associate chief physician. However, it wasn’t because of this that Zhu Huicang felt jealous or intimidated. Cao Yong and Ren Chongda knew this very well and silently accompanied Zhu Huicang.
Chiang Ying told all the visitors, “Just grab a chair and sit down, don’t be shy.”
“Teacher, let us move the chairs for you,” Zhang Xiaohui and her other two ‘The Three Musketeers’ friends promptly moved to help Fu Xinheng and Chang Jiawei with their chairs.
Chang Jiawei recognized them and said, “Hey, aren’t you Zhang Xiaohui?”
“Yes, Teacher Chang,” said Zhang Xiaohui, her face finally showing a hint of relief. Just now, whether it was The Three Musketeers or the later arriving Tao Zhijie, no one paid any attention to the three of them, regardless of how eager they appeared.
“Didn’t our hospital hold a New Year’s party a while ago? You sang ‘Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road’ on stage, quite a nice performance.” Chang Jiawei looked at her dress and the cashre cardigan, and praised her, “You’re also dressed beautifully today.”
Soone rembered the song she sang a few days ago and called her beautiful, which left Zhang Xiaohui feeling a bit thrilled.
“Zhang Xiaohui?”
Soone else called her na again, rembering the song she sang. Zhang Xiaohui’s heart swelled with pride in that instant.
But unexpectedly, the person calling her na this ti stared at her face with wide eyes: “You’re Zhang Xiaohui!”
The startled Zhang Xiaohui turned around to find the speaker was Zhu Huicang, staring blankly: “Teacher Zhu?”
Others listened with surprise to Zhu Huicang’s strange tone.
Ren Chongda recalled sothing, touched his nose, and chose not to speak, letting others take the initiative.
“What happened?” Cao Yong and Tao Zhijie asked. Hearing Zhu Huicang’s tone and seeing his expression, they both knew sothing was wrong.
“Do you like listening to her sing?” Chang Jiawei asked with a smile, not sensing any serious issue. Today was New Year’s Day after all, if anything were to happen it surely had to be sothing good.
“What do you an listening to her sing!” Zhu Huicang was furious, flinging the dumpling in his hand onto the plate, pointing his finger at Zhang Xiaohui, “Tell , why didn’t you answer Doctor Lin’s phone call?”
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