Provincial First Hospital wasn't the only institution thinking about Du Heng today; the Chinese dicine Hospital was also among them.
Jin Zan, from the Provincial Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital, was invited to attend a small eting of the hospital leaders for the first ti. He was curious. Why would a chief surgeon of orthopedics like himself be qualified to participate in a eting with hospital leaders, from any perspective?
However, upon arriving at the office, a single sentence from a hospital leader revealed the reason.
"Little Jin, I heard that you helped facilitate the stroke research collaboration between our First Departnt of dicine and Dean Du Heng, is that right?"
"Yes." Jin Zan rubbed his shiny head. He understood now: it was because of Du Heng that he had the opportunity to participate in such a eting.
The leader looked at Jin Zan with a benevolent expression. "So, what is your relationship with Dean Du?"
Jin Zan smiled. "It's pretty good. We were college roommates and have kept in touch over the years."
"Oh, roommates and classmates—that's indeed a good relationship," the leader chuckled. "Little Jin, since you're well-acquainted with Dean Du, there's sothing I'd like to ask you."
"Please ask, Leader. I'll tell you everything I know."
"Good, that's the attitude I like to see," the leader said, pleased. "We're thinking of transferring Du Heng to our hospital. Do you think it's possible?"
Jin Zan's eyes widened imdiately, but he cautiously asked, "Leader, may I ask, if Du Heng were to co, what kind of position or terms could our hospital offer him?"
"The hospital is preparing to establish a Fourth Departnt of Internal dicine, and we'd like him to be its director. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Jin Zan almost rolled his eyes.
What did he think? Not much. Why would Du Heng give up his position as a top leader to co here and be the director of so phantom Fourth Departnt of Internal dicine? Are they crazy? Or do they think their hospital is so prestigious? To even suggest such a thing showed incredible nerve.
Jin Zan was complaining internally, but he hesitated before saying aloud, "Leader, I don't think that's very likely. After all, he's a top leader where he is now, isn't he?"
The leader, perhaps realizing his proposal was indeed too outrageous, laughed it off at Jin Zan's response.
"We were just asking, that's all." The leader who had spoken looked around at the others, then turned back to Jin Zan. "Actually, Little Jin, there is sothing we'd like you to help us with."
"Please tell , Leader." This ti, Jin Zan focused intently, prepared to feign ignorance if he heard another ridiculous proposition.
"It's like this: Dean Du is planning to consolidate that stroke research project you helped him set up, and then really expand on it."
Jin Zan cautiously asked, "Does the leadership have specific ideas regarding this research?"
The leader who had been speaking nodded. "Yes, we do. We'd like Dean Du to base the consolidated team in our First Departnt of dicine. After all, among the current collaborative teams, our First Departnt is the strongest and can offer Dean Du the most support. Little Jin, since you have a close relationship with Dean Du, do you think you could discuss this with him?"
At this point, soone else interjected, "If you feel it's awkward for you to bring it up, perhaps you could help us arrange a eting with Dean Du? We can talk to him ourselves."
Jin Zan rubbed his bald head again. "Leader, it's just a provincial-level project. Our hospital has handled those before. There's no need to make such a big deal out of it, is there?"
Several leaders exchanged glances. The one who had spoken earlier explained, "Little Jin, you're one of us, and you were Dean Du's classmate. We won't hide the truth from you.
A few days ago, Dean Du published a paper detailing a prescription for treating wind-phlegm syndro. Several of us directors from related departnts discussed it and unanimously concluded that this prescription has extrely broad applicability and practicality. Moreover, Dean Du provided detailed dosage instructions in the paper. One simply needs to follow the syndro differentiation thod and dosage instructions in the paper to treat patients directly according to the prescription. A paper and prescription like this, with such universal and promotable value, are far beyond what a re provincial-level project can represent in terms of worth."
Jin Zan's eyebrows twitched as he listened. So, everyone's been celebrating Du Heng's award these past few days and completely overlooked this new paper. I didn't expect the paper to be the real bombshell!
The leader paused for a mont before continuing, "Given the value of this paper, it's entirely possible to apply for next year's national Science and Technology Progress Award or the Natural Science Award. There's a high chance of winning. Furthermore, if Dean Du can continue to produce papers of such high quality, complete with detailed syndro differentiation thods and prescriptions, this research project is guaranteed to win. This is especially true considering the vast patient base suffering from stroke, paralysis, and hemiplegia nationwide."
Another leader imdiately chid in, "Little Jin, a national-level award... that's an honor our hospital desperately covets. As a mber of this hospital, and one of our key doctors, you must contribute your efforts and passion to the hospital's developnt. You must understand, opportunities like this don't co easily."
Jin Zan was stunned. He knew Du Heng was brilliant, but he hadn't realized he was *this* brilliant.
He pursed his lips, then said with considerable hesitation, "Leader, this task is too daunting. You should really find soone else. I wouldn't want to hinder the hospital's important developnt plans."
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