"And then there’s He Zijian, whose computing software got stuck, so he directly latched onto the Nandu dical University’s Digital dical Center and started playing with artificial intelligence!"
Zhang Lin summarized, "In short, the entire research group has completely changed its style. From the previously high-end ’elite squad’, it has turned into a ’backyard iron slting’, ’self-reliant’ guerrilla team! But strangely enough, the atmosphere is even more lively than before, and the motivation is even stronger! Professor Yang said this is called ’the wild way’, forcing you to grow skills!"
He looked around at his colleagues, who were listening in astonishnt, and said in a prophetic tone, "Think about it, after such honing, what kind of monsters will these five people beco? Top-notch in theoretical knowledge, explosive in hands-on ability, and their ability to solve practical problems is extraordinary! Once Professor Yang’s project is successful, they will be heroes! By then, papers, patents, professional titles, status, won’t they all just roll in? Taking off into the sky? That’s putting it mildly! I see them riding a rocket straight to the moon!"
The office fell silent, with only the faint sound of traffic coming from outside. Everyone was imrsed in the "legendary" story painted by Zhang Lin, with subtle waves stirred in their hearts—a mix of envy, admiration, and a hint of reflection on their own steady careers.
"So, you see," Zhang Lin said, seeing his effect achieved, his tone full of disdain, "compared to these five lucky guys, Ji Ning is just a complete idiot!"
"Ji Ning? Oh, that’s the forr Doctor in Professor Yang’s group who later withdrew?" soone who knew a bit of patchy information asked.
"Who else?" Zhang Lin sneered, "You guys didn’t see his face back then. He thought he was a prestigious school graduate, with extraordinary talent, and that doing projects with Professor Yang was a waste of his life, so he voluntarily withdrew!"
He spit, though symbolically, but his expression was incredibly spot on.
"Now he’s dumbfounded, right? No foresight! Now, he’s probably regretting it so much that his intestines have turned green!"
The crowd burst into laughter and chatter. In the fiercely competitive dical field, such "short-sightedness" and "missed opportunity" cases always evoke a complex mix of disdain and schadenfreude.
"That guy Jiang Jitong, they say people from Hubei are like mythical birds with nine heads, which isn’t far-fetched..." Zhang Lin suddenly stopped speaking.
"What about Senior Brother Jiang?" everyone imdiately asked.
Zhang Lin shook his head, swallowing his words, because if he really spilled the beans, it could cause a bloodbath.
Zhang Lin grew more excited, addicted to spilling secrets, lowering his voice and putting on an expression of sharing top-level secrets:
"Let tell you sothing even more incredible, about Dean Xia!"
"Dean Xia?" Xiao Wang’s eyes lit up, as gossip about the leaders always drew special attention.
"Yes! I’m talking about our Dean Xia Changjiang!" Zhang Lin confird, while vigilantly glancing at the office door to ensure no leaders were present.
"A few days ago, Dean Xia went to inspect the Institute’s work. In fact, he was worried about Professor Yang’s treasured research group, heard they were being blocked and wanted to check on them." Zhang Lin vividly described, "He must have thought, as the dignified dean, he’d go in to calm things down and help coordinate so resources. Wouldn’t Professor Yang be grateful beyond words?"
"And then? What happened?" a few people urged.
"Well," Zhang Lin stifled a laugh, starting to mimic the scene at the ti. He first puffed up his belly, clasped his hands behind his back, and put on Dean Xia’s usual expression of authority and concern, then took a few steps and said in a heartfelt tone:
"Professor Yang, I heard you’ve encountered so procurent troubles? Should I report to the higher-ups and help coordinate it?"
After mimicking Dean Xia, Zhang Lin imdiately switched roles, leaning slightly forward, putting on what he imagined to be Yang Ping’s signature expression of calmness, even a bit "absent-minded," and casually responded:
"’Dean, no need to worry. See, they are undergoing comprehensive "scientific survival training." This difficulty is just right for them to get so practice.’"
Then, Zhang Lin switched to Yang Ping’s tone, with a touch of faint, choking sarcasm that left Dean Xia speechless: "’Sotis, if things go too smoothly, you can’t cultivate scientists truly up to fighting tough battles.’"
Finally, Zhang Lin reverted to his own expression, spreading his hands and said to his stunned colleagues, "Dean Xia’s expression at the ti... Oh, you should have seen it! His smile froze instantly on his face, and that concern got stuck halfway, couldn’t swallow it, couldn’t spit it out, so awkward you could use your toes to dig out a three-bedroom apartnt! He was stunned for several seconds before he said ’Oh, oh’ a couple of tis, and said ’That’s good, that’s good’, then clasped his hands behind his back and quickly left! Probably raging inside: ’I don’t understand scientific research?! , the dignified dean, don’t understand scientific research?!’"
"Pfft—"
"Hahaha!"
The office suddenly erupted into a suppressed chuckle. Although Zhang Lin’s imitation was exaggerated, he captured the essence, particularly the awkwardness of leadership concern being "ruthlessly" rebounded, vividly depicted. Such a grassroots favorite "leader stumbling" scenario always quickly draws everyone together.
"My goodness, Professor Yang really dares to speak!"
"But he is telling the truth. Dean Xia, being the old Ox type, is fine with keeping administrative order and traditional clinical research, but this speculative and bold approach by Professor Yang, he really can’t grasp it."
"Dean Xia ans well, he just... can’t keep up with the tis."
"Teacher Zhang, your information is too well-inford! You even have everything at your fingertips regarding the Institute!"
Everyone chatted away, and the office’s atmosphere reached its peak. Zhang Lin enjoyed being the center of attention, controlling the topic, and took a smug sip of tea.
"Of course! Who am I?" He patted his chest, "At Sanbo Hospital, from the dean and secretary down to the interns and nurses, there isn’t anything I, Zhang Lin, can’t find out!..."
He was in the middle of his spirited talk, still eager to delve deeper into the intelligence he just shared —
"Ahem."
A soft yet clear cough ca from the office entrance.
The cough wasn’t loud, but it was like a splash of ice water, instantly extinguishing all the noise and laughter in the office.
Everyone, including the excited Zhang Lin, seed to freeze. Then, with horrified and incredulous expressions, they slowly, inch by inch, turned their heads toward the door.
There stood Dean Xia, hands behind his back, expressionless.
Ti seed to freeze at that mont.
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