The leader who spoke earlier looked at Jin Zan with encouraging eyes. "You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in the friendship and camaraderie between you and your classmates. You persuade him by appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him. I believe President Du will agree to your request."
Jin Zan almost choked on the chicken soup fed to him by those words, and after a while, he said, "Leader, you may have overestimated our friendship."
He swallowed and continued, "When this research project was established, Du Heng was indeed the project leader, but the applicant institution was Provincial First Hospital. Moreover, Director Li Jianwei of the Chinese dicine Departnt at Provincial First Hospital is Du Heng's postgraduate ntor. Du Heng is also the external Deputy Director of the Chinese dicine Departnt there. No matter how you look at it, we don't have any advantage here. Besides, it's unheard of to prioritize a classmate's face over one's own teacher's."
Upon hearing Jin Zan's words, the others also looked at each other.
Are they familiar with Li Jianwei?
Of course, they are.
They all work in the sa Class A hospital in the city. They are TCM doctors and also teachers at the School of Traditional Chinese dicine. Considering they are colleagues, how could they not know each other?
It is precisely because they know each other that they know how difficult this matter is.
After Jin Zan finished speaking, he saw several leaders staring at each other. An idea suddenly struck him, and he said, "Leader, the strength of our Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine is not weak. We can bypass Du Heng and start a similar research project."
The several leaders sighed again. "It's not that simple, and internal dicine isn't as straightforward as surgery. President Du's recently published paper has already detailed the obstruction of ridians by wind-phlegm induced by excessive heart fire. On this point, we have nothing left to research. If there is still sothing to study, it would only be refining President Du's dication. However, such an approach of borrowing others' wisdom wouldn't even be considered for a Provincial Level award, let alone a national level award. At most, it would result in a couple of articles."
Jin Zan's mouth twitched, but he still resisted the urge to laugh and said, "Then we can change the direction. Stroke can't be caused only by heart fire, can it?"
This question made several leaders rather embarrassed.
So of them were indeed knowledgeable about traditional Chinese dicine, like the Dean, who was a genuine expert in the Traditional Chinese dicine Colorectal Departnt. There were also those who were completely clueless, like the Secretary. But now, on the topic of stroke, whether they understood traditional Chinese dicine or not, they had to keep quiet.
Du Heng's writing was clear and detailed, and they could understand it when they read it. But when it ca to treating patients, they were as helpless as a tiger trying to eat a hedgehog—unable to find a place to bite. Trying to refine and summarize it was even more of a ss—impossible to find a starting point.
Jin Zan could see what was going on from their reactions. Moreover, he deliberately asked this question just to embarrass them.
This attempt to reap benefits without effort, to claim others' hard work as their own—their thods were simply too distasteful. Why should my brother's hard-earned achievents be exchanged for a nonexistent Internal dicine Departnt Fourth Director? Moreover, I'm an orthopedic doctor. Even if their Internal dicine Departnt develops well, it has nothing to do with . Besides, I still have those two bone-healing prescriptions from Du Heng, which have made quite popular in the orthopedics departnt lately. Why should I get involved in their Internal dicine Departnt's business? More importantly, this matter would harm my brother's interests. Only a fool would agree to this.
Several leaders didn't know Jin Zan's thoughts, and they still wanted to persuade him to contribute. "President Du's research is already more than half completed, and we definitely can't catch up if we start from scratch. Moreover, doing so would be immoral. Little Jin, for the developnt of the hospital, you have to make an effort."
Jin Zan grinned. "Leader, this request is too difficult. How could he possibly offend his teacher? It's unthinkable."
The leader paused again. "In that case, we won't insist on the project being transferred to our hospital. When the research groups rge, we just need the number of people from our hospital to be more than half of the group's total mbers."
****, how despicable. They want Du Heng to help train talent *and* ensure they reap the maximum benefits from the research achievents.
Jin Zan didn't want to engage in further pointless discussion with them. He nodded and said, "I'll talk to Du Heng about this, but I can't make any guarantees."
The leaders laughed. "You and President Du are classmates, and you call each other brothers. For such a small matter, there shouldn't be any problem."
Jin Zan was stunned for a mont.
These people knew about my relationship with Du Heng. He was beginning to understand; this final condition was likely their true objective. A bunch of old foxes.
Feeling frustrated, Jin Zan left the office.
Of course, at this ti he was not the only one feeling frustrated.
Director i Dong of the Provincial Won and Children's Hospital was also extrely troubled. "If you want to win over Du Heng, recruit him into the hospital's leadership team. He'd have to be at least the second-in-command. Recruiting him into my Intensive Care Unit? Are you underestimating or underestimating Du Heng? He's the esteed Dean of the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, the top leader there! Why would he co here to be subservient to you? What a beautiful dream."
Across from Director i was a woman with curly hair. After hearing Director i's words, her face didn't look very good either.
"Director i, let's talk calmly, no need for emotions."
"This isn't about being emotional! It's that you didn't think this through properly when you considered it!" Director i spread his hands. "Don't bring up this issue to again, it's too insulting."
The female Dean sitting behind the office desk also sighed. "This Doctor Du is very skilled. His treatnt of children with pediatric cerebral hypoplasia is no longer just an isolated case. I don't know if you've noticed, but Doctor Du and the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital's short videos show they've treated more than thirty pediatric patients in the past two weeks. Based on the videos, these thirty children all seem to be recovering well. Even the oldest among them, the six-year-old, can now barely hold things and start to speak one word at a ti. At this rate of recovery, the child's intelligence may not return to normal, but he will definitely regain enough independent living skills and be able to communicate simply using language. Such a doctor, placed in the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, is truly a waste of talent."
However, Director i didn't buy her argunt. "Wasting talent? Where do you see talent being wasted? Just because a doctor is talented and doesn't co to the Provincial Won and Children's Hospital, it's a waste of talent? He has millions of followers online, and his daily treatnt progress is live-broadcast. What you can see, those netizens, who aren't blind, can see it too. So, don't worry about Doctor Du lacking patients at the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital. He'll have a continuous stream of patients coming from all directions, from all over the country. For a hospital like ours, which primarily serves patients within our province, to worry about a doctor who attracts patients from all over the country—that's really having nothing better to do!"
Director i's words were very blunt, not giving the Dean any face at all. Mainly because this Dean hadn't given him face in the first place, treating him like a fool, and Du Heng as so country bumpkin who'd never seen the world. Offer him a position as a Deputy Departnt Director? How could she even suggest such a thing?
Director i stood up. "Dean, if there's nothing else, I'll be going back. There are still many things waiting for in my departnt that need my attention."
The female Dean hurriedly waved her hand. "Director i, don't get excited."
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
"We just talked about the issue of pediatric cerebral hypoplasia. Director i, do you think we can get a research project approved for this disease?"
Director i pointed to himself. "Am I in charge?"
"Yes."
"We can't," Director i answered crisply.
"Why?" The female Dean looked at Director i with surprise. "Haven't you seen Doctor Du's treatnt? Why can't you secure it?"
Director i looked at the female Dean with a strange expression.
This woman was a thorough bureaucrat. Although she was the Dean of the hospital and had started as a doctor, from the day she chose the administrative path, her ultimate goal had been to beco an official, not to remain a doctor. So much so that today she could utter such idiotic words.
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