Where there is singing and dancing, there are booming guns.
Some people are happy and happy, while others are heartbroken.
Lin Ge successfully took over the position of Director Mao and became the new director of the Science and Education Department, feeling very proud.
Although Director Mao, who was pushed aside, still held a director-level position, he lost his real power. This was no less than a thunderbolt for Director Mao, who was recovering from illness.
She is angry,
She refused.
Lin Ge's side was booming, which really satisfied Dean Yan. The scientific and educational work that has not been pushed forward for many years seems to have reached a new level in just one moment.
If it is said that only many domestic hospitals come to 912 to study, Director Mao is not convinced.
The Imperial Capital itself is the medical center of the country, and every large tertiary hospital has a shortage of training staff. Although Boss Zheng broadcast the operation live, he was speechless and made his own mistakes. But compared with before, there were huge changes, but Director Mao thought he could still find a reason.
However, through a liver transplant operation, 912 cooperated with the world's top hospitals abroad, and the publicity was overwhelming, which made Director Mao even unable to argue.
She didn't think about the fact that when she was at work, her daily job was just talking nonsense and looking for benefits from those who came to train.
Continuous illness has caused her to have a mental breakdown. Coupled with the incentive of Ringer taking over, Director Mao immediately collapsed.
She was lying on the hospital bed, staring straight at the snow-white roof, her life was lifeless.
Director Mao didn't even bother to scold her lover.
Does it make sense? No, it makes no sense at all.
What did you do wrong? Nothing seems right. When Director Mao was bored, things from the past kept flashing through his mind.
In the beginning, I only acted impartially and denied any exceptions at the college meeting.
Is it wrong to act impartially
In the end, Dean Yan made the decision and made an unusual promotion, and he directly became chief physician and professor.
Rules and regulations are set for little doctors, but for people like Boss Zheng... Countless slanders poured out of Director Mao's heart, drowning her.
But after that day, I realized that Zhao Wenhua was just an insignificant clinical leading professor, and I must stand by Boss Zheng's side.
However, I made a choice, but it was of no use at all.
I clumsily took the red book of professor and senior professional title in my hand and personally delivered it to Boss Zheng. In the end, it turned into a hot face and a cold butt.
Director Mao still remembered that Boss Zheng didn't answer the call at that time, and seemed to be dismissive of it at all.
He seemed to be in a hurry to save his life and went to perform emergency surgery on a patient who had a wine bottle stuffed in his rectum and was suffering from massive bleeding.
To this day, the disdainful smile of the doctor named Su Yun still appears in Director Mao's heart.
Do they really not care? It is self-evident what it means to be a full professor in a higher vocational school during 912.
Although Dean Yan personally made the decision, if he wanted to delay it, it would be at least a few months later, maybe even half a year or a year.
Why do they hate themselves
It was not his idea to provoke the patients and encourage them to cause trouble... The more Director Mao thought about it, the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the harder it became to understand.
She didn't think about how her subordinates would have dared to make guesses on their own if she hadn't been so cunning in doing things in the past, and used the most extreme method to rectify Boss Zheng's medical team.
From Director Mao's point of view, everything was not his fault and he had done nothing wrong!
Zhao Wenhua! Director Mao started to figure out this stupid thing from the beginning, and finally found the focus of the problem.
It's him!
If Zhao Wenhua hadn't asked him to stumble Boss Zheng, he wouldn't have "fairly" rejected Boss Zheng's unusual request.
Now I am lying on the hospital bed, waking up from the dream of having unlimited glory and the possibility of taking over the position of Vice President Guo and becoming President Mao in a few years, and standing directly at the end. She knew she could never go back to the past.
Not to mention fighting Ringer hand-to-hand and defeating him, but it was his own illness...
The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, and the more she thought about it, the more distressed she became. She wanted to cry. However, although Sjogren's disease has improved, the tear glands have dried up, and it is not possible to cry just because you want to.
Zhao Wenhua, this bastard, Director Mao kept thinking this sentence in his heart.
She called Zhao Wenhua. Regarding the "culprit" who ruined her life, Director Mao wanted to point his nose at him and scold him directly instead of criticizing him in his heart.
Life has hit rock bottom, and Director Mao feels that he can't see any light. The resentment in my heart must be vented, otherwise I will be suffocated to death.
Half an hour later, the stubborn Zhao Wenhua still didn’t come!
Director Mao was as motionless as a dead man, lying on the hospital bed without even blinking his eyelids.
An hour passed, and time moved quickly and slowly in her consciousness, becoming chaotic.
"Director Mao."
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Wenhua’s voice appeared in the ward.
Director Mao did not move. She really lay on the hospital bed like the legendary "corpse", as if her soul had left her body, as if she only had a skin left.
Zhao Wenhua scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed when facing Director Mao's lover.
"Is Director Mao feeling better?" Zhao Wenhua started to look for words to avoid making the atmosphere more awkward.
"No." Director Mao's lover shook his head and said softly.
"Alas." Zhao Wenhua didn't know what to say, so he sighed softly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. Why did Maomao get sick just because he said he was sick? He was only a few years old, but he was so ill that he had been bedridden for several months.
It's just that he and Lin Ge have different identities. He didn't dare to say the name Maomao in front of Director Mao's lover. Ex-boyfriend, you still have to feel guilty if you are a thief.
"Professor Zhao, sit down, what do you want to drink?" Director Mao's lover cheered up.
"Don't be busy. I just came to take a look. Corey has something else to do..." Zhao Wenhua felt that the air in the ward was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe.
Since Director Mao didn't speak, it would be better for him to leave as soon as possible. Zhao Wenhua also knew her temper, and she probably wanted to take it out on him.
Hearing Zhao Wenhua's words, Director Mao rolled his eyes as if some nerve had been stimulated, and tried to raise his head to look at him, "Do you still want to go back to see the patient?"
The voice was dry and the tone was weird, like a child who was just learning to talk... like a normal person who hadn't spoken for decades and had already forgotten how to speak suddenly said this.
When Zhao Wenhua heard this, he suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
He knew Director Mao well and could hear the deep resentment against him in his words.
Did you do something wrong? No, what does Director Mao's illness have to do with me? ! Why does she have such deep resentment against herself