Director Yang and Dr. Cheng Zheng's teacher were old friends and he had heard some things about the Cheng family. At first, he was unwilling to recruit Cheng Zheng into the hospital.
He wanted to find a young man worth nurturing.
How could these descendants of aristocratic families who had been immersed in fame and fortune sink their hearts into academic research? Director Yang had seen many of them relying on their backgrounds to survive in the department. He'd seen many of these types.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Zheng was so rebellious that it was difficult for his colleagues to even ask him out for a meal, let alone for anyone to flatter him. He would not care about public opinion at all.
However, he was still popular, and Director Yang couldn't say anything, but this time was different.
"You've never suffered from gossip! Let me tell you, you can't do Jiang Lan's surgery!" Director Yang put his hands on his hips and shouted. Seeing that Cheng Zheng wanted to refute, he quickly waved his hand. "Don't ask me why. The success rate is less than 20%! The patient is already so old. If you ask me, you shouldn't agree to her performing this surgery."
Cheng Zheng stood up and took out a thick stack of documents from his bag. "This is a portion of the same type of cases overseas. I've already asked Xiao Song to sort out a few more. I've studied them. The latest technology will reduce the risk of surgery by half. I'm nearly 50% confident that if we choose conservative treatment, Jiang Lan's life will be in danger at any time."
"I heard that you're working the night shift this week. You still have time to read the documents?" Director Yang flipped through them carefully and found a loophole. "The patient's blood type is special."
Cheng Zheng: "The head nurse has already contacted the blood center."
"This plan also has high operating requirements for an anesthesiologist."
Cheng Zheng: "Director Hao has agreed."
"You even managed to deal with Department Director Hao from the Department of Anesthesiology? Have you made up your mind?" Director Yang really loved and hated this student whom he had raised single-handedly.
The head director closed his eyes. "I'll do it! I'll be the chief surgeon, alright?"
This was the first time this new technology had been applied to surgery in Sea City. Other than Cheng Zheng, only Director Yang, who had worked in the United States before, had the ability to do it.
Cheng Zheng remained silent, and Director Yang's face turned red. "Little brat! I've been standing at the operating table for more than 20 years!"
Cheng Zheng looked troubled. "Director, this round will take at least twelve hours. If you go, the success rate might not even be 50%."
Was he looking down on him for being old?
Cheng Zheng was kicked out of the director's office, but he was satisfied.
Cheng Zheng wanted to go straight to Fang Yan's ward, but he suddenly stopped halfway.
The little girl had her hair in a bun and was squatting in a corner not far away. She was holding a large box of chocolates that she had bought to apologize with.
"How long have you been here?" Cheng Zheng asked.
Fang Yan: "When you said you wanted to chase me."
Cheng Zheng: "…"
Cheng Zheng put down the things in his hand and leaned over to look at Fang Yan. "It was a strategic tactic for my sake."
Fang Yan looked up and coincidentally met Cheng Zheng's gaze. The lines of Cheng Zheng's eyes were very beautiful. They were neat and single eyelids, and his gaze was gentle and clean.
"What's in it for you that you'd make others misunderstand that you like me?" Fang Yan asked.
Cheng Zheng explained, "Recently, I've been getting a headache from the matchmaking calls. I actually have a lot of trouble with a face like mine. Can't you help me out, Miss Artist?"
Fang Yan was amused. "Alright, I wanted to apologize to you. Yesterday, I was too concerned and lost my temper. Now, we're even?"
Cheng Zheng pulled her up and naturally stuffed the box of chocolates into his pocket. Fang Yan reached out to stop him.
She failed.
"Are you bad at math, Miss Artist? According to your calculation, no matter how I look at it, it's a loss." Cheng Zheng punched his shoulder with one hand. "Man, I don't know how many nights I've stayed up recently."
He was right. Fang Yan was in the wrong. "Then what do you think we should do?"
Cheng Zheng took a step closer. "I heard that you're preparing for an art exhibition at the university. The topic is human sketching? Have you chosen a model?"
The art exhibition was considered a friendly competition between various famous international art academies. Every year, many famous painters participated in the competition. In addition to professional reviews, thousands of art enthusiasts were invited to publicly vote. The award was very valuable.
Fang Yan attached great importance to this match.
But how did Cheng Zheng know?
"The official Wechat account has announced the proposition and the list of participants. For such an important competition, you're not going to randomly find a sculpture to use as reference, are you?" Cheng Zheng seemed to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance.
Fang Yan planned to find a professional model, but she had no good candidates. As for Cheng Zheng's hypothesis, Fang Yan thought that she could really do it.
When Fang Yan thought about something, she would lower her eyes and look in one direction. Only her eyelashes would flutter.
Cheng Zheng smiled and invited her. "Why don't you choose me?"