Chapter 993: Chapter 832: Not in the Sa Dinsion_2 Chapter 993: Chapter 832: Not in the Sa Dinsion_2 Dean Xia said that if there wasn’t enough cash on hand, no worries, one could take a no-interest installnt loan for 30% of the down paynt from the hospital.
The remaining funds would be loaned by Mr. Guo’s company, also as interest-free installnts, without affecting personal property rights.
Who wouldn’t want to buy such a house? There’s no need to go through a bank loan—it was basically just the hospital signing a na, the real estate company signing another, and then you just wait to move in and receive the deed.
The most outrageous part was that the hospital staff buying hos not only got environntally-friendly decor but were also given a full set of furniture and appliances, allowing them to move in straight away.
A few of the young graduate students didn’t have a penny to their nas, but they were more excited than anyone, afraid of missing out on this amazing benefit.
“! ! !” Everyone was scrambling.
While others were eagerly signing up, Xia Shu quietly sat and waited for the head nurse to co to register his na.
Xia Shu hadn’t expected that he’d be able to own his own ho so soon after arriving here—a ho at half price, effectively with no down paynt. Only a fool wouldn’t buy.
But the head nurse didn’t ask Xia Shu at all, just ignored him, registered the others, and then prepared to leave the doctor’s office.
In a rush, Xia Shu caught up with her, “Wait, I’m also signing up! Why didn’t you ask ?”
“I’ve already registered your na,” the head nurse said coldly.
What does that an? She registered without asking? But maybe that’s better, saves the hassle.
In the doctor’s office, everyone was heatedly discussing the matter of buying houses. A standardized training student from the Departnt of Gastroenterology ca back, holding an envelope full of cash, and said happily, “I just went to collect the volunteer research subsidy. This month I contributed twenty samples to the gastroenterology laboratory, six thousand dollars.”
The training student took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from the envelope and flicked them, making the other training students and graduate students green with envy.
Six thousand dollars! You just need to contribute a qualified fecal sample to the gastroenterology laboratory every now and then, and the money’s in your hand. Is there a cooler way to earn money in this world?
“Even shit is worth sothing!” one standardized training student said enviously.
The student with the money imdiately took offense, “What are you saying, who’s producing shit here? If you have the guts, go produce a three-hundred-dollar pile of shit yourself!”
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Huang Jiacai, Boss Cheng, and Director Zhu had been keeping an eye on Wang Ge.
Who he visited, what connections he used, they monitored it all. When analyzing the surveillance data, they discovered that a patient nad Nie Shun’e seed to have so connection with Wang Ge.
Upon checking, it turned out Nie Shun’e had indeed been admitted to Sanbo Surgical Research Institute—big trouble.
Thus, Boss Cheng ca over in a hurry to warn Yang Ping, telling him not to touch this patient at all costs, as it could be a huge trap.
Director Zhu, having a background in general surgery, asked around a bit: the patient had been to several hospitals; pancreatic cancer had tastasized widely, with severe adhesions, absolutely no chance for surgery; and now she was at Sanbo Hospital seeking surgery from Yang Ping. Clearly, this surgery was impossible, so it was obviously a trap.
Boss Cheng went to the surgical institute, t Yang Ping in his office, and frantically recounted the situation to him. They didn’t want to bother Yang Ping, but if they didn’t make it clear, there was no stopping him. Yang Ping’s passion for surgery could be described as fervent.
“Professor, you really shouldn’t operate on Nie Shun’e. If you do, there’s no telling how it will end. It could be a huge trap,” Boss Cheng concluded.
Yang Ping’s fingers tapped silently, rhythmically on the desk. After listening, he simply said, “How big of a trap could it be? Her condition is very real. If a surgery is needed, it’s needed. I appreciate your concern.”
Boss Cheng was bewildered. Had performing surgeries made him oblivious?
These days, as a doctor, you have to protect yourself, avoid trouble and pitfalls—that’s the basic rule. How could Professor Yang have no sense of safety at all?
“Professor! You need to consider this carefully. You know what kind of person Wang Ge is. This trap could be one he’s set. You really shouldn’t jump into it,” Boss Cheng was very anxious.
But Yang Ping still didn’t show much reaction, “Even if he’s setting a trap, how big can it be?”
In Yang Ping’s mind, Wang Ge was just a nuisance, not worth altering anything for. Why overrate him?
“I appreciate everyone’s concern, but don’t worry. Nothing bad will happen. We’re not on the sa level, not dealing with the sa matters,” he reassured them.
Despite all the persuasion, Yang Ping said not to worry about him. What did that an? Sigh, could it be true that the higher the IQ, the lower the emotional intelligence?
Yang Ping’s personality was sothing Boss Cheng knew well; he was a very independent person. Since he couldn’t dissuade him, he could only think of ways to clean up the aftermath.
“President Huang, the professor insisted on performing the surgery, and we couldn’t change his mind, what do we do?”
Boss Cheng almost cried.
“What did the professor say?”
Huang Jiacai knew that the professor was no ordinary person and couldn’t be treated like one.
“He said Wang Ge could dig as big a pit as he could, even said things like ‘not on the sa dinsion, nor about the sa issue’—”
Boss Cheng recounted the conversation with the professor, and President Huang, being the smartest, grasped the professor’s intentions. He just sighed, “In the face of absolute power, all sches are but clouds.”
“What, what did you say?”
Boss Cheng was not fond of this enigmatic fellow.
“I an, the professor ant that we don’t need to worry about him. Co back first.”
Huang Jiacai didn’t bother to argue with Old Cheng.
“Not worry about the professor? What are you saying, I’m telling you—”
The impatient President Huang hung up the phone. Now Boss Cheng was truly angry; he couldn’t believe these words ca from Huang Jiacai’s mouth. Not to check on the professor? Are you trying to rebel, or abandon your benefactor, or simply save your own skin?
Old Cheng cursed inwardly, swearing to cut ties.
He was committed to following the professor, which was Old Cheng’s bottom line, his basic principle of living and it would not shake in a hundred years.
Boss Cheng stord into Huang Jiacai’s office and slamd his hand on the desk. If this were in a historical drama, Old Cheng would have turned against his brother by now, leading troops to execute the traitor.
“What are you ranting about, aren’t you embarrassed by your hoarse voice?” Huang Jiacai looked disdainful.
Boss Cheng gave no face: “What do you an by not checking on the professor? If we don’t, who will? The professor’s a scholar, essentially a bookworm who’s all into surgeries but doesn’t know about shady people like Wang Ge. He doesn’t know the dangers in this world, nor the complexities of society. If we don’t protect him, who will?”
“Don’t act!” Boss Cheng snatched the Cuban cigar from Huang Jiacai’s hand and threw it to the ground hard, stomping on it with his foot.
Huang Jiacai hurriedly picked it up, blowing on it distressedly: “All taken by you, leaving only this one, Cheng, don’t be so ruthless.”
“Why are you so agitated? Can’t you think about what the professor ant?”
Huang Jiacai cherished this Cuban cigar.
“What did the professor an?” Old Cheng asked.
“He and Wang Ge are simply not in the sa dinsion; he is not in the sa dinsion as any of us. Do you know what a dinsionality reduction is?”
“Dinsionality reduction?”
“The professor is not foolish; he is of high intelligence. His IQ is much higher than any of ours. Does he not know what kind of person Wang Ge is? Does he not know that Nie Shun’e’s dical condition is very complex? Why isn’t he afraid? In the face of absolute power, all sches are but clouds. We just need to keep an eye on him, and he will be fine. Don’t worry.”
“Really?”
“When have I, Huang Jiacai, ever talked nonsense?”
It seed true, he did say the Japanese would go find Wang Ge, and they actually did. Anyway, this guy was indeed impressive, good at running companies and at scheming, just a bit pretentious, making himself appear unfathomable.
“Huang Jiacai, those are your words. If anything happens to the professor, I, Old Cheng, will be the first one not to let you off. You know my temperant; I dare to risk my life with you.”
“You’re really anxious. Brother, don’t worry, just trust , Huang Jiacai, one word. Let’s not create unnecessary complications. The professor is stronger than either of us imagine. We need to be good subordinates and not add to his troubles. Being able to keep up with the professor’s pace is already a stroke of great fortune, a victory in life. Don’t you get it? It’d be a waste to explain anything too profound.”
“You—”
“What about ? It’s just this one cigar, nearly got crushed by you. Let’s be humane here.” Huang Jiacai carefully smoothed out the cigar’s wrinkles.
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