This Doctor Is Too Wealthy-Chapter 686 - 554 All are on one’s mind_2

The leader who spoke earlier looked at Jin Zan with encouraging eyes. "You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in the friendship and camaraderie between you and your classmates. You persuade him by appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him. I believe President Du will agree to your request."

Jin Zan almost choked on the chicken soup fed to him by those words, and after a while, he said, "Leader, you may have overestimated our friendship."

He swallowed and continued, "When this research project was established, Du Heng was indeed the project leader, but the applicant institution was Provincial First Hospital. Moreover, Director Li Jianwei of the Chinese Medicine Department at Provincial First Hospital is Du Heng's postgraduate mentor. Du Heng is also the external Deputy Director of the Chinese Medicine Department there. No matter how you look at it, we don't have any advantage here. Besides, it's unheard of to prioritize a classmate's face over one's own teacher's."

Upon hearing Jin Zan's words, the others also looked at each other.

Are they familiar with Li Jianwei?

Of course, they are.

They all work in the same Class A hospital in the city. They are TCM doctors and also teachers at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Considering they are colleagues, how could they not know each other?

It is precisely because they know each other that they know how difficult this matter is.

After Jin Zan finished speaking, he saw several leaders staring at each other. An idea suddenly struck him, and he said, "Leader, the strength of our Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is not weak. We can bypass Du Heng and start a similar research project."

The several leaders sighed again. "It's not that simple, and internal medicine isn't as straightforward as surgery. President Du's recently published paper has already detailed the obstruction of meridians by wind-phlegm induced by excessive heart fire. On this point, we have nothing left to research. If there is still something to study, it would only be refining President Du's medication. However, such an approach of borrowing others' wisdom wouldn't even be considered for a Provincial Level award, let alone a national level award. At most, it would result in a couple of articles."

Jin Zan's mouth twitched, but he still resisted the urge to laugh and said, "Then we can change the direction. Stroke can't be caused only by heart fire, can it?"

This question made several leaders rather embarrassed.

Some of them were indeed knowledgeable about traditional Chinese medicine, like the Dean, who was a genuine expert in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Colorectal Department. There were also those who were completely clueless, like the Secretary. But now, on the topic of stroke, whether they understood traditional Chinese medicine or not, they had to keep quiet.

Du Heng's writing was clear and detailed, and they could understand it when they read it. But when it came to treating patients, they were as helpless as a tiger trying to eat a hedgehog—unable to find a place to bite. Trying to refine and summarize it was even more of a mess—impossible to find a starting point.

Jin Zan could see what was going on from their reactions. Moreover, he deliberately asked this question just to embarrass them.

This attempt to reap benefits without effort, to claim others' hard work as their own—their methods were simply too distasteful. Why should my brother's hard-earned achievements be exchanged for a nonexistent Internal Medicine Department Fourth Director? Moreover, I'm an orthopedic doctor. Even if their Internal Medicine Department develops well, it has nothing to do with me. Besides, I still have those two bone-healing prescriptions from Du Heng, which have made me quite popular in the orthopedics department lately. Why should I get involved in their Internal Medicine Department's business? More importantly, this matter would harm my brother's interests. Only a fool would agree to this.

Several leaders didn't know Jin Zan's thoughts, and they still wanted to persuade him to contribute. "President Du's research is already more than half completed, and we definitely can't catch up if we start from scratch. Moreover, doing so would be immoral. Little Jin, for the development of the hospital, you have to make an effort."

Jin Zan grinned. "Leader, this request is too difficult. How could he possibly offend his teacher? It's unthinkable."

The leader paused again. "In that case, we won't insist on the project being transferred to our hospital. When the research groups merge, we just need the number of people from our hospital to be more than half of the group's total members."

****, how despicable. They want Du Heng to help train talent *and* ensure they reap the maximum benefits from the research achievements.

Jin Zan didn't want to engage in further pointless discussion with them. He nodded and said, "I'll talk to Du Heng about this, but I can't make any guarantees."

The leaders laughed. "You and President Du are classmates, and you call each other brothers. For such a small matter, there shouldn't be any problem."

Jin Zan was stunned for a moment.

These people knew about my relationship with Du Heng. He was beginning to understand; this final condition was likely their true objective. A bunch of old foxes.

Feeling frustrated, Jin Zan left the office.

Of course, at this time he was not the only one feeling frustrated.

Director Mei Dong of the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital was also extremely troubled. "If you want to win over Du Heng, recruit him into the hospital's leadership team. He'd have to be at least the second-in-command. Recruiting him into my Intensive Care Unit? Are you underestimating me or underestimating Du Heng? He's the esteemed Dean of the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, the top leader there! Why would he come here to be subservient to you? What a beautiful dream."

Across from Director Mei was a woman with curly hair. After hearing Director Mei's words, her face didn't look very good either.

"Director Mei, let's talk calmly, no need for emotions."

"This isn't about me being emotional! It's that you didn't think this through properly when you considered it!" Director Mei spread his hands. "Don't bring up this issue to me again, it's too insulting."

The female Dean sitting behind the office desk also sighed. "This Doctor Du is very skilled. His treatment of children with pediatric cerebral hypoplasia is no longer just an isolated case. I don't know if you've noticed, but Doctor Du and the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital's short videos show they've treated more than thirty pediatric patients in the past two weeks. Based on the videos, these thirty children all seem to be recovering well. Even the oldest among them, the six-year-old, can now barely hold things and start to speak one word at a time. At this rate of recovery, the child's intelligence may not return to normal, but he will definitely regain enough independent living skills and be able to communicate simply using language. Such a doctor, placed in the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, is truly a waste of talent."

However, Director Mei didn't buy her argument. "Wasting talent? Where do you see talent being wasted? Just because a doctor is talented and doesn't come to the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital, it's a waste of talent? He has millions of followers online, and his daily treatment progress is live-broadcast. What you can see, those netizens, who aren't blind, can see it too. So, don't worry about Doctor Du lacking patients at the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital. He'll have a continuous stream of patients coming from all directions, from all over the country. For a hospital like ours, which primarily serves patients within our province, to worry about a doctor who attracts patients from all over the country—that's really having nothing better to do!"

Director Mei's words were very blunt, not giving the Dean any face at all. Mainly because this Dean hadn't given him face in the first place, treating him like a fool, and Du Heng as some country bumpkin who'd never seen the world. Offer him a position as a Deputy Department Director? How could she even suggest such a thing?

Director Mei stood up. "Dean, if there's nothing else, I'll be going back. There are still many things waiting for me in my department that need my attention."

The female Dean hurriedly waved her hand. "Director Mei, don't get excited."

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"We just talked about the issue of pediatric cerebral hypoplasia. Director Mei, do you think we can get a research project approved for this disease?"

Director Mei pointed to himself. "Am I in charge?"

"Yes."

"We can't," Director Mei answered crisply.

"Why?" The female Dean looked at Director Mei with surprise. "Haven't you seen Doctor Du's treatment? Why can't you secure it?"

Director Mei looked at the female Dean with a strange expression.

This woman was a thorough bureaucrat. Although she was the Dean of the hospital and had started as a doctor, from the day she chose the administrative path, her ultimate goal had been to become an official, not to remain a doctor. So much so that today she could utter such idiotic words.