My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Chapter 1538 - 622: Justice Lies in People’s Hearts, the Director’s Request (Part 2)

Some things must remain unsaid, implied rather than stated.The underlying message is that many doctors sympathize with Dr. Xu’s situation, and given the chance, everyone is willing to lend a helping hand.

The human heart is like water, public sentiment is like smoke.

Many things may not be spoken aloud, but people always have a sense of fairness.

Imagine, if this disaster were to befall another doctor, who could endure it?

For anyone, it would be a catastrophic experience.

Doctors are willing to take risks to treat patients, but when something goes wrong, it is the doctor who bears all the consequences.

This is undoubtedly unfair.

"Thank you for your guidance. I now know what to do. If my medical skills are not enough to resolve that matter in the next two years, I will not accept the position of Emergency Department Director, nor assume any other major role in the hospital."

Zhou Can understood the stakes at play.

Hearing Wu Baihe’s advice today has been extremely helpful to him.

It allowed him to consider this matter more comprehensively.

"Whenever you have time, you can come over to my place to perform surgeries with me and get a deeper understanding of neurosurgery operations. Neither Old Xu nor the late Old Hu could teach you the advanced knowledge of neurosurgery, but I can."

Wu Baihe had never spoken to Zhou Can like this before.

When they communicated, Zhou Can always sought his advice as a student. Even during neurosurgery case discussions, Zhou Can remained very modest and reserved.

Wu Baihe presented himself with a stern demeanor.

He rarely extended an invitation to Zhou Can to join him in neurosurgery operations, let alone to have tea together.

It was basically a ’business as usual’ attitude.

Maybe it was because the topic of Zhou Can wanting to help Dr. Xu regain his reputation was brought up today that there was a breakthrough in their relationship.

That’s why Wu Baihe set aside the ’business as usual’ approach and took the initiative to support him and help him.

"Okay, I’ve actually had this idea for a while, but didn’t dare to mention it to you. Once I’m through this busy period and after my wedding, I’ll definitely come over to learn neurosurgery from you."

Zhou Can has been extremely busy recently, unable to handle everything on his plate.

A person’s time and energy are ultimately limited.

Even with ample resources, he couldn’t possibly utilize them all in a short time.

It’s like giving a beggar a pot of rice and meat; eating two bowls in one sitting would be quite an achievement.

The rest, even if he wants to eat it, will have to wait for the second or third meal.

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After leaving the Neurosurgery Department, Zhou Can felt more confident in treating that child patient.

He could only tackle it step by step.

First, start with anti-tuberculosis treatment, observe the results, and once the tubercle bacillus is under control, consider surgery.

The detailed treatment plan requires a serious conversation with the family before it can be implemented.

But first, he must visit Dean Zhu’s office.

Or perhaps another place.

He dialed Dean Zhu’s number.

"Hello, Dean Zhu, I just finished consulting with Director Wu, where should I meet you?"

Avoid asking a leader where they are over the phone.

Leaders might be at a karaoke bar with someone, in a hotel room with a female subordinate, or somewhere else. All of these are private matters.

Asking where they are might easily offend them.

So, the way Zhou Can phrased it was more appropriate.

"I’m in the office. You can come directly."

"Alright, I’ll be there right away!"

Zhou Can quickly headed to the dean’s office.

Dean Zhu rarely reached out to him for discussions. What’s the purpose of this meeting?

Quickly going through his mind, the only thing Zhou Can could think of was what Head Nurse Niu Lan mentioned in the morning.

The hospital’s pharmaceutical department is considering outsourcing its operations.

Trustworthy candidates capable of taking over are remarkably few.

Upon arriving at the dean’s office, Dean Qin’s assistant had not yet clocked out.

If the assistant hadn’t left, neither had the dean, making it obvious that other staff wouldn’t dare leave either.

Thus, the dean’s office and the assistant’s office were brightly lit, bustling with ’busyness’.

In contrast, the administrative offices of a hospital rarely require overtime.

They usually leave on schedule.

Departments dealing with clinical matters, however, often consider overtime a normal part of life.

"Dean Qin, still at work?"

Zhou Can greeted with a smile.

"There’s a lot going on lately. If I don’t finish, I have to stay overtime with them." Dean Qin’s assistant was now friendlier to Zhou Can than before.

"You’re busy, so I’ll head inside to see Dean Zhu."

Opening the wooden door from the assistant’s office, he entered a Z-shaped corridor about six or seven meters long, leading to the dean’s office.

This design might draw inspiration from ancient government offices.

A winding path leading to a secluded spot.

The highest leaders often worked in the back office, only appearing in public court when holding sessions.

He saw Dean Zhu frowning over documents behind the desk.

Tuya Hospital is vast, demanding much attention from Dean Zhu.

The role of a dean might seem illustrious, but it’s not an easy one.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Zhou Can knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Zhu Xueyang has aged noticeably in the past two years, with a full head of gray hair, deep forehead wrinkles, and crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes deeply etched.

"Xiao Zhou, come in, have a seat. Let me finish this document first."

Dean Zhu warmly invited him to sit down.

Then he resumed reading the document in front of him.

Approaching retirement, the tasks to handle are undoubtedly more than imaginable.

Because the new successor is transferred from another place, essentially parachuted in, there could be many uncontrollable variables.

If the new dean zealously makes sweeping changes right away, especially against the former dean, it could spell trouble.

He must resolve any potential points of criticism thoroughly.

Leaving nothing for the new dean to grip ensures peace in retirement.

Since being implicated by the heads of the security department and general affairs department, and failing in his promotion, Dean Zhu has visibly aged.

The psychological stress he’s endured in the past two years must be immense.

Anxiety and regret are inevitable, compounded by managing hospital affairs daily, naturally hastening aging.

After about ten or so minutes, Dean Zhu finished the document.

He put down the document and personally made a cup of strong tea for Zhou Can.

The tea in the dean’s office was top-notch.

Ordinary visitors certainly didn’t receive this treatment.

Because of Zhou Can’s unique status and his close ties with Cao Zhengguo, Dean Zhu has always treated him with care and respect.

"As one gets older, memory fails. Reading documents halfway and forgetting is easy. I must finish then and there and issue directives; otherwise, it’s back to the beginning. Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Amazingly, Dean Zhu offered an explanation for such a minor matter, leaving Zhou Can a bit flattered.

"You are like our hospital’s sun, and to enjoy the warmth of your light up close for ten minutes or so, I see it as a privilege and honor. While waiting, I learned from you the devotion to work without distractions, valuable for me."

Zhou Can started showcasing his flattery skills.

"Haha, you sweet talker. Enjoy your tea; it’s top-grade oolong. Ordinarily, even if Dean Ye or Dean Bai visited, I wouldn’t share this."

No flattery goes unnoticed.

Dean Zhu’s hearty laughter confirmed everything.

The look in his eyes towards Zhou Can became even more gentle and cordial.

Zhou Can took a sip and indeed found it to be exquisite tea, displaying an expression of enjoyment.

Whether it was acting or genuine enjoyment, the feedback he intended to give Dean Zhu was clear.

"Xiao Zhou, it’s just the two of us here, so I’ll be straightforward. Regardless of your decision, please keep it confidential."

"Certainly, I’ll keep my lips sealed."

Zhou Can assumed an attentive and sincere demeanor.

"I believe someone may have already discussed with you the proposal concerning Tuya Hospital’s pharmaceutical department’s possible sale. After much thought, I find you the best fit for this role."

Dean Zhu indeed was very direct.

Without any introduction, he plainly stated that Zhou Can is the most suitable candidate for the takeover.

Luckily, it’s not an unexpected responsibility; buying Tuya Hospital’s pharmaceutical department is worth at least listening to Dean Zhu’s reasoning.