But what he said wasn't wrong either.
The thoracic surgery department was the most popular department in Ning City Central Hospital. To be more accurate, it was famous due to Jiang Beiyuan.
He had brilliant medical expertise and was a cold person. In addition, with his dashing good looks, he was able to attract many people to come to the hospital due to its popularity.
There was even a group of people who thought that it was an enormous favor to be able to be checked by Dr. Jiang, even though they were not feeling ill.
"Alright, alright. For today's meeting agenda, apart from tumor surgery, what's more important would be the international lung disease research."
Wang Shuang cleared his throat as he turned on the projector while everyone took a look at the screen.
A few of them whispered to one another as they looked at the examples on the screen. One must say that such case studies for the final phase of lung disease were indeed challenging.
Wang Shuang smiled as he said, "As everyone knows, thoracic surgery is difficult, traumatic, and risky with many onsets. Recently, the hospital has taken on several cases of pulmonary alveolus cancer patients and serious bronchial tube dilation sufferers. However, Dr. Jiang is an authoritative expert in lung transplant. Now, let's have Dr. Jiang share some work experience and advice with us."
He was arrowed once again.
Jiang Beiyuan crossed his hands at the back of his head. He said with a lethargic tone, "I don't have much experience, it's all about the talent."
Er…
Everyone: "…"
Wang Shuang couldn't really maintain his complexion as his smile stiffened. "Apart from talent, is there anything else? Dr. Jiang, perhaps you can share more about your clinical experience for the other doctors to pick up some pointers."
Jiang Beiyuan's face was expressionless. His voice was icy, but his tone was strict and crude. "It just depends on talent."
Everyone: "…"
Wang Shuang awkwardly laughed at that. He could only try to offer a plausible explanation to keep the story consistent. "Dr. Jiang is right. One requires the talent to be a doctor. You can't just rely on passion for this line of work. Similarly, a smart person can easily score a hundred without studying, but some people are naturally dumb. No matter how hard they work, they can never learn well."
As Jiang Beiyuan was concise and comprehensive with his words, the meeting ended in less than ten minutes. Dr. Jiang stood up and left the moment they were done.
The one who arrived last was the fastest to leave.
Just as he had returned to the diagnosis and treatment center, Wang Shuang forced his way through aggressively!
"Jiang Beiyuan, couldn't you leave me some face in front of so many people?!"
"Didn't I?" he asked blandly as he unbuttoned the buttons of his white coat.
Wang Shuang was so furious, he was ready to puke out the blood that had been lodged at his throat. "What kind of face was that? I told you to talk about your experience, but you just went on about talent. You were so half-hearted about it!"
Jiang Beiyuan didn't think much of it as he sent him a meaningful glance. "Stop being so fixated on formalities and use the time to do a surgery or two. Who knows, you might even be promoted to the role of director if you do so."
Wang Shuang choked harshly at that!
He had been working in the central hospital for 10 years, but he had always remained stuck with the role of department head.
Everyone knew that his failure to clinch the role of director was a prick in Wang Shuang's heart. Therefore, no one dared to ever mention it. Jiang Beiyuan was the only one who was bold enough to be so straightforward with his words, stabbing people through their soft spots with his knife.
"Alright, fine. You've embarrassed me today, so I will make sure you repay me in the future… But let's not talk about this for now. Have you seen the hospital's internet forum? Who was that lady you were carrying yesterday?!"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Jiang Beiyuan did not plan to answer the question as he took off his white coat and hung it on a nearby clothes rack.
Wang Shuang said, "I am the director of this department. I have the right to care about the private lives of our doctors! As a doctor yourself, how can you be responsible for our patients if your own personal matters are in disarray?"
"Are you using this to pressure me?" Jiang Beiyuan asked with a splendid smile that could even move the heart of a 40-plus-year-old man like Wang Shuang.
In the next second, the man answered in a gentle and reserved manner, "If I said that she was my wife, what can you do about it?"
"You, you lad. You really got married?!"
The department had been spreading the rumor that Jiang Beiyuan was married. But no one believed it.
Wang Shuang didn't either.
He'd always thought that Jiang Beiyuan was gay.
If not, how could he not be affected at all by the existence of the beautiful and capable Yu Lili?
Jiang Beiyuan found it humorous. "What's wrong with being married? When one is at the right age, one would marry. Who set the rules that doctors can't get married?"
"Sure, sure. I have no say in you getting married, but—"
Changing the topic, Wang Shuang pointed at the report on the table that had been flipped through carelessly by Jiang Beiyuan.
"The thesis you wrote this time failed. You have to rewrite it."