When there was singing and dancing, there was the rumbling of guns and cannons.
Some people were happy, while others were devastated.
Lin Ge successfully took over Division Chief Mao's position and became the new Division Chief of the Science and Education Department.
Although Director Mao, who had been pushed aside, still held a divisional level position, he no longer had any real power. To Director Mao, who was recuperating from his illness, this was no less than being struck by lightning.
She was angry.
She was indignant.
Indeed, Dean Yan was very satisfied with Lin Ge's fiery display. The scientific and educational work that had remained stagnant for many years seemed to have taken a new step in just an instant.
If only many hospitals in the country came to the 912 to learn, Chief Mao would not be convinced.
The Imperial Capital itself was the medical center of the country. Every large Class Three Grade A Hospital had a staff of in-service training. Although Boss Zheng had a live broadcast of the surgery, the peaches and plums were speechless. But compared to the past, there was a huge change, but Director Mao believed that he could still find a reason.
However, through a liver transplant surgery, the 912 worked together with the world's top hospitals abroad. The publicity was so overwhelming that Chief Mao did not even have the strength to defend himself.
She didn't think about when she was at work. Her daily work was wrangling and she always took advantage of the staff who were in advanced studies.
The continuous illnesses had caused her to be on the verge of a mental breakdown. Coupled with the fact that Lin Ge was promoted, Director Mao immediately collapsed.
Lying on the hospital bed, she stared at the snow-white roof. Life was no longer interesting.
Director Mao didn't even bother to scold her lover.
What was the point? No, it was completely meaningless.
What did I do wrong? Nothing seemed to be wrong. When Director Mao was bored to death, memories of the past kept flashing through his mind.
In the beginning, he only did his job impartially and denied the matter of making an exception during the council meeting.
Was it wrong to do things impartially?
In the end, Director Yan made the decision and made an exception to promote him to the position of chief physician and professor.
The rules and regulations were all set for junior doctors. As for people like Boss Zheng … Director Mao's countless unspoken criticisms surged out like a tide, drowning her.
However, after that day, he understood that Zhao Yunlong was just an insignificant clinical professor. He definitely had to stand on Boss Zheng's side.
However, the choice he made was completely useless.
They eagerly held the red books of professors and senior professional titles in their hands and personally delivered them to Boss Zheng's hands. In the end, they all turned out to be snubbed.
Director Mao still remembered that Boss Zheng did not accept it at that time. It was as if he did not care about these things at all.
He seemed to be in a hurry to perform emergency surgery on a patient who had a bottle of alcohol stuffed in his rectum and was bleeding heavily.
Until now, the doctor named Su Yun's contemptuous smile still often appeared in Chief Mao's heart.
Did they really not care? It was self-evident what it meant to be a senior professional and a full professor in the 912.
Although Dean Yan had personally made the decision, if he wanted to delay it, it would be delayed by at least a few months, or even half a year or even a year.
Why did they hate him?
It wasn't his idea to provoke the patients and instigate them to cause trouble … The more Chief Mao thought about it, the more he found it hard to understand.
She did not think that if she had not been so sinister in the past, her subordinates would not have dared to make their own guesses and use the most extreme method to mess with Boss Zheng's medical team.
From Chief Mao's point of view, none of this was his fault. He had done nothing wrong!
Zhao Yunlong! Director Mao started from the beginning and finally found the crux of the problem.
It was him!
If Zhao Yunlong had not asked her to trip Boss Zheng up, she would not have "impartially" rejected Boss Zheng's request to make an exception.
Now, she was lying on the hospital bed. She had woken up from her beautiful dream of taking over Deputy Director Guo's position in a few years and becoming Director Mao. She directly stood at the end. She knew that she would never be able to return to the past.
Not to mention fighting Lin Ge in close combat and defeating him, but with his body full of illnesses ….
The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became. She wanted to cry. However, although her dryness had improved, her tear glands had already dried up. It was not something that she could cry just because she wanted to.
Zhao Yunlong, that bastard, Chief Mao kept repeating this sentence in her heart.
She called Zhao Yunlong. Regarding the "culprit" who ruined her life, Chief Mao wanted to point at his nose and scold him directly, not in her heart.
Her life had already fallen to the bottom. Chief Mao felt that she could not see a trace of light. The anger in her heart had to be vented, or else she would die of grievance.
Half an hour had passed, and that f * cking Zhao Yunlong still hadn't come!
Chief Mao was as motionless as a dead person. She lay on the hospital bed and did not even blink.
An hour passed. Time alternated between fast and slow in her consciousness. It was chaotic.
"Chief Mao."
After an unknown period of time, Zhao Yunlong's voice appeared in the ward.
Chief Mao did not move. She was really lying on the hospital bed like a legendary "lying corpse". It was as if her soul had left her body, as if she was only left with a pair of skin.
Zhao Yunlong scratched his head. He was a little embarrassed facing Chief Mao's lover.
"Is Chief Mao feeling better?" Zhao Yunlong began to find something to say to prevent the atmosphere from becoming more awkward.
"No," Chief Mao's lover shook her head and said softly.
"Sigh." Zhao Yunlong did not know what to say. He sighed softly and felt a little uncomfortable. Why was Mao Mao sick just like that? He was only a few years old, but he was already so sick that he had been bedridden for a few months.
However, his identity was different from Lin Ge's. He did not dare to call him Mao Mao in front of Chief Mao's lover. As an ex-boyfriend, he still had to feel guilty.
"Professor Zhao, please take a seat. What would you like to drink?" Chief Mao's lover forced herself to be energetic and greeted him.
"There's no need to hurry. I'm just here to take a look. I still have something to do in the department …" Zhao Yunlong felt that the air in the ward was too oppressive, so oppressive that he could not breathe.
Since Chief Mao did not say anything, it was better for him to leave as soon as possible. Zhao Yunlong also understood her temper. She was probably here to vent her anger on him.
Hearing Zhao Yunlong's words, Chief Mao seemed to have been stimulated. Her eyes rolled and she tried her best to raise her head to look at him. "You still want to go back and see the patient?"
Her voice was dry and strange, like a child who had just learned to speak … It was like a normal person who had not spoken for decades and had long forgotten how to speak before suddenly saying such a sentence.
When Zhao Yunlong heard this, he immediately felt uncomfortable all over.
He understood Chief Mao and could hear the deep resentment she had towards him in her words.
Did he do something wrong? No. What did Chief Mao's illness have to do with him?! Why did she have such a deep resentment towards him?
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