My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1039: Chapter 1022: I Want to Hit You Too Chapter 1039: Chapter 1022: I Want to Hit You Too “Old Zhu, don’t be so petty, it’s just for a month, or maybe 25 days, 20 days, if not then fifteen days, fifteen days should be fine, right?

Besides, she was almost at our hospital initially; if you weren’t so quick, there would’ve been no business for you, Old Zhu.”

“Bullshit!” Director Zhu suddenly turned around, holding a mop in his hand, and hurled it toward Director Zhu.

“Old Zhu, Old Zhu, let’s be gentlemen and use our words, not our hands.”

The moment Director Zhao saw Director Zhu wielding a weapon, all hell broke loose.

Old Zhu’s temper had truly gotten worse over the years.

His patience, like his hair, was fine when everything was uneventful, but the moment something didn’t go his way, he was truly ready to resort to fists and kicks.

An unsheathed sword has no eyes, and neither does a mop.

His flesh wasn’t as tough as stone; if he got hit, which part of him wouldn’t turn black and blue?

And if he got hit on the head, then what?

Try as you might, a mop isn’t going to kill someone, but if it injures you, won’t you end up having to shave your head bald?

ƝονǤᴑ.сօ

Then you’d be just like Old Zhu.

If Director Zhu was bald, so be it, but did he really want everyone else to look the same, all bald?

Source: AllNovelFull.com, updated on ƝονǤᴑ.сᴑ

Director Zhao, clutching his head, made a run for it, with Director Zhu chasing behind, mop in hand, cursing and pursuing.

Together, their ages nearly totaled a hundred years, yet they still had so much energy.

And like that, their friendship capsized.

Director Zhao, chased by Director Zhu, left the hospital.

After returning, he went straight to the leadership of the main hospital, sobbing and sniffling, tattling on Director Zhu.

“Teacher, how could he do this?

It’s just a talent exchange that benefits him too.

Sure, they are just a small hospital, not as wealthy and imposing as the main hospital, but every hospital has its specialties.

Their neurology department is impressive.

Such a good opportunity for mutual learning is not something any hospital would give up.

Even if they disagree, they can’t resort to violence, can they?”

He was nearly sixty years old, a significant figure in the third hospital, yet how could he face such humiliation?

So many patients and medical staff at the main hospital witnessed him being chased out by Director Zhu.

How was he supposed to live after this?

Should he just find a rope and hang himself?

The leadership of the main hospital could only sigh inwardly upon hearing this.

“Old Zhao, what am I supposed to say about you?” He could only comfort Director Zhao, lest he genuinely took it too hard.

What if he decided to jump off a building?

“What?”

Director Zhao still didn’t understand.

He was in the midst of a legitimate dispute, not there to listen to nonsense.

If the main hospital didn’t give him a satisfactory explanation today, he wouldn’t let things slide with either the main hospital or Director Zhu.

Even if it meant taking the issue higher up, he had to clear his own name.

The leadership of the main hospital was genuinely worried about Director Zhao’s intellect.

“Old Zhao, how can you be so clueless?

Can’t you see why he’s upset with you?

Out of all the doctors in his hospital, why did you have to insist on Tang Yuxin?”

“Isn’t Tang Yuxin the best when it comes to medical skills?”

Director Zhao didn’t see anything wrong with his request.

If it wasn’t for Tang Yuxin, he could have easily sought a technical exchange with any other hospital.

Why else would he insist on the main hospital?

He specifically wanted Tang Yuxin because he desired to understand why her success rate in neurosurgery was so high and how she could reduce the duration of surgeries to the bare minimum.

Their hospital was already an authority in neurology.

Even though they couldn’t compete with the main hospital in terms of teaching resources, they were nationally recognized for their expertise in neurology.

Plenty of patients came seeking their reputation, which had bolstered the hospital’s fame in that field over the years.

But then Tang Yuxin emerged.

Although she was already famous, they hadn’t been jealous, since her specialty was orthopedics and internal medicine, not neurology, where she couldn’t compare to their several national treasures.

Later, he came up with the idea of using technical exchanges and talent swaps to see if they could pick up some advanced techniques from the main hospital.

After all, for their hospital, these “techniques” didn’t need to be hoarded; it was all about whether one could fully understand and grasp the knowledge.

Was his thinking wrong?

Was his action wrong?

What had he done incorrectly?

This was all very normal, so why did Zhu, the bald one, have to beat him up?

Luckily, he ran quickly; otherwise, he might have been seriously injured by the bald Zhu.

The hospital leadership truly didn’t want to get involved.

It wasn’t Director Zhu’s fault either; who could blame him given Director Zhao’s lack of tact?

“Old Zhao, why didn’t you tell me about this?

If you had, I might have been more eager to beat you than Old Zhu,” said the hospital leader, who didn’t know whether to console or be angry.

After all, it was about undercutting his hospital’s foundation, and a major one at that.

It infuriated him, and even though he refrained from berating Director Zhao outright, he felt deeply uncomfortable.

Who was brazen enough to poach from someone else’s territory that openly and righteously?

Director Zhao was utterly confused.

Was he wrong?

“Tang Yuxin is one of the main hospital’s most valued doctors,” said the hospital leader as he poured himself a cup of tea, calming himself down, trying to not let anger overcome him: the Buddha might emerge, ascending to heaven in rage.

“I think Director Zhu must have already told you that her surgery schedule is fully booked until next year.

If you poach her now, what about all those patients?

Should they all be transferred to your third hospital?

Plus, Tang Yuxin is currently on vacation.

You haven’t dealt with her personality, so you might not understand; if she finds out Director Zhu transferred her directly to your hospital, she might throw down her scalpel and quit surgery altogether.

Old Zhao, one must not act like this, right?”

“I know your intentions are good, but could you not undercut our hospital when we’re already facing hard times?

Old Zhu is relatively temperate, but if it were someone else, your head might have been bashed open by now.”

The hospital leader hadn’t mentioned that even Director Zhu flinched at the sight of Tang Yuxin, especially with too many recent incidents at the main hospital nearly pushing Dr.

Xiaotang to the brink of despair.

If not to relax her and prevent an outburst or her quitting medicine, such a loss would be disastrous for the main hospital.

The main hospital director was already under immense pressure, facing the most significant crisis of his tenure.