My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1038: Chapter 1021: Poaching Again Chapter 1038: Chapter 1021: Poaching Again Dean Zhu knew that Dean Zhao had a favor to ask.

However, he had been hemming and hawing for quite a while, and Zhao still hadn’t gotten to the point.

It really wasn’t like him at all.

Dean Zhao was decisive and acted swiftly when he was younger, so what had changed now?

Could it be that as he got older, even his courage had shrunk?

Dean Zhao poured himself another glass of water, which he didn’t know how many he had downed already, and he hadn’t even visited the restroom, indicating he really was nervous.

Under such tension, some people need to use the restroom, but not Dean Zhao.

The more nervous he was, the better he could hold it.

Once more, he picked up his glass and gulped down a large amount of water, then hesitating slightly, he finally spoke.

“Brother, I won’t beat around the bush.

You must help me out here.

Our hospital is short of doctors.

Can we set up some exchange program so our doctors could come and learn from your facility?”

“So that’s the situation…”

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Why put it so euphemistically?

Simply put, he wanted to borrow a few staff members to help out.

And this matter, of course, required careful consideration.

This kind of personnel exchange among their hospitals wasn’t unheard of; in fact, it happened quite often, so it was a decision he could make.

Sending a few people over there could also allow them to gain some unique experience.

There were benefits for them as well.

“What do you think?” Dean Zhao waited anxiously on the side.

He was extremely anxious and wondered whether he could get a straight answer.

So much time had passed; hadn’t he made up his mind yet?

“Why are you so nervous?”

Dean Zhu chuckled.

“I thought it was something serious, but it’s just this.”

“Does that mean you agree?”

Seeing Dean Zhu’s chuckling demeanor, Dean Zhao knew that he had agreed, and given his good mood, he assumed the discussion would go smoothly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I agree?”

Dean Zhu placed his hands on the desk and gently tapped, pondering over the suitable candidates.

At most, they would be gone for about half a year before returning.

Recently, their hospital had recruited several medical staff, mainly for the new building.

There was still some time before the new building was operational, thus relatively speaking, they had more personnel than before, and certainly enough to spare a few.

As the dean, he was very familiar with every medical staff member’s situation and didn’t need to go through them one by one to know whom to choose for the exchange.

Let’s settle this matter, Dean Zhu finalized decisively.

We’ll start with a meeting, and then I’ll send our doctors over.

“That…”

Dean Zhao, far from confident, hemmed and hawed like a nervous woman.

Dean Zhu grabbed his own head… hair…

Only to realize he had no hair and just a bald head.

He awkwardly lowered his hand, thinking that since his head was now devoid of hair, he might as well get a wig.

Although he had been bald for years, the habit of grasping his hair proved hard to break.

Now, with no hair to grab, he could only clutch at his scalp, an uncomfortable sensation.

Besides, he really disliked it when men were this furtive.

“If you have other requests, just say them directly.

What’s with all this dilly-dallying?”

It wasn’t just Dean Zhao who felt the urgency; even Dean Zhu was getting impatient.

“I…”

Dean Zhao forced a smile, uncertain whether to speak or not.

If he kept quiet, he couldn’t contain himself, but if he spoke up, he feared rejection.

Otherwise, why would he be so helpless, such a grown man, faced with protecting his pride?

“You see, old Zhu…”

Dean Zhao clenched his hands nervously.

“Could you possibly transfer a doctor over this time?”

“You’re requesting a specific person?”

Dean Zhu understood Dean Zhao’s implication; both were sly old foxes.

There was no need for pretense; they were well aware of each other’s intentions.

Yes, Dean Yao wasn’t going to hide it.

Sooner or later, he had to speak up.

To shrink back or step forward, it was the same outcome.

“Who do you want?”

Dean Zhu folded his arms.

As long as the request wasn’t too excessive, he was willing to agree to it.

He was aware of Third Hospital’s situation and understood that it wasn’t easy for them to advance a level.

He could make decisions regarding staff exchanges between the two hospitals and could lend a hand as long as their demands weren’t overbearing; he was mostly inclined to turn a blind eye.

“I’m thinking of…” Dean Zhao unconsciously tightened his grip on his sleeves.

“Old Zhu, can’t you lend us Tang Yuxin for a while?”

Dean Zhu’s mouth twitched.

“What did you just say?”

Dean Zhu couldn’t help but ask again, as he hadn’t heard clearly.

Could Zhao repeat what he just said?

Who was Zhao asking for, which one of his doctors?

“It’s your Tang Yuxin, Doctor Tang.”

Dean Zhao laughed nervously.

I know she’s an authority in orthopedics and neurosurgery, performing many critical surgeries.

So, could she be included in this exchange?

Dean Zhu’s smile froze instantly as he stood and moved to the side of the desk, scooping up a large stack of case files.

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Then, sitting back down, he stared at Dean Zhao without blinking.

Dean Zhao became even more anxious.

But was it approved or not?

To say nothing at all was truly distressing.

Dean Zhu took out a case file from the top and threw it in front of Dean Zhao.

“This is Tang Yuxin’s,” he said, then pulled out another one, “This is also Tang Yuxin’s,” and this time, he grabbed a handful and dumped them all in front of Dean Zhao.

Everyone was so shameless, always trying to poach his corner.

He had just sent one packing, and now here was another.

“These are all for Tang Yuxin.

Do you know how much surgery she has scheduled?

Her surgeries are booked through to next year.

And now you’re telling me to lend her out; how can I lend her to you, tell me, how?”

And the more he spoke, the louder Dean Zhu became, until by the last sentence, his spittle was splattering all over Dean Zhao’s face.

Zhao wiped his face.

He hurriedly replied.

“Old Zhu, old Zhu, calm down.

We can talk about everything.

I’m not asking for your doctor for long, just one month per person is enough.”

Dean Zhu stood up and walked to the door, with Dean Zhao, still hopeful, following him, continuing to talk incessantly.