Chapter 2209 No One Is Wrong?

When there are singing and dancing, there will be guns and guns.

Some people are happy, others are sad.

Linger successfully took over the position of director Mao and became the new director of the Science and Education Department, feeling proud of himself.

Director Mao, who was pushed aside, was still in a director-level position, but had no real power. For Director Mao, who was recovering from illness, it was no less than a thunderbolt.

she is angry,

She is unwilling.

Dean Yan was really satisfied with Linger's flourishing scene. It seems that the science and education work that has been unable to be pushed for many years has reached a new level in just a moment.

Director Mao is not convinced if only many domestic hospitals come to 912 to study.

The imperial capital itself is the medical center of the country, and every large tertiary hospital, whoever lacks advanced trainees. Although Boss Zheng was broadcasting live surgery, Tao Li was speechless, and the next step was his own. But compared with the past, there are huge changes, but Director Mao thinks he can still find a reason.

However, through a case of liver transplantation, 912 cooperated with the world's top hospitals in foreign countries, and the publicity was overwhelming, which made Director Mao even lose the strength to distinguish.

She didn't think about that when she was at work, her daily work was all about wrangling, and she was looking for benefits from the people who were studying.

Successive illnesses have caused her mental breakdown. Coupled with the incentive of Ringer's superiority, Director Mao collapsed immediately.

She was lying on the hospital bed, staring straight at the snow-white roof, her life was already boring.

Director Mao didn't even bother to scold her lover.

Does it make sense? No, it doesn't make any sense at all.

What did I do wrong? Nothing seems to be wrong. When Director Mao was bored, one thing from the past kept flashing through his mind.

At the beginning, I only acted impartially, and denied the outrageous things at the academic meeting.

Is it wrong to act impartially?

In the end, Dean Yan made the decision, promoted him exceptionally, and directly became the chief physician and professor.

The rules and regulations are all set for young doctors, and for people like Boss Zheng... Countless slander surged out of Director Mao's heart, drowning her.

But after that day, I figured it out, Zhao Wenhua was just an insignificant clinical professor, and I must stand on Boss Zheng's side.

However, I made a choice, but it was of no use.

Pidianpidian took the red books with professors and senior professional titles in his hands, and personally delivered them to Boss Zheng, but in the end they all turned into hot faces and cold butts.

Director Mao still remembered that Boss Zheng didn't pick up at that time, and seemed to dismiss these things at all.

He seemed to be in a hurry, and went to perform emergency surgery on a patient who had a wine bottle stuffed in his rectum and was bleeding profusely.

Until now, the disdainful smile of the doctor named Su Yun still surfaced in Chief Mao's heart.

Do they really not care? It is self-evident what it means to be a full professor in 912.

Although Dean Yan personally made the decision, if he wants to delay it, it will be at least a few months late, maybe even half a year or a year.

Why do they hate themselves!

It was not my idea to provoke the patients and encourage them to make trouble at all... The more Director Mao thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more difficult it was for him to understand.

She didn't think about how her subordinates would have dared to guess by themselves if she hadn't been so insidious in her previous work, and tried to punish Boss Zheng's medical team in the most extreme way.

In Director Mao's view, everything is not his fault, he did nothing wrong!

Zhao Wenhua! Director Mao started from the beginning for this stupid thing, and finally found the focus of the problem.

It's him!

If Zhao Wenhua hadn't asked him to trip Boss Zheng, he wouldn't have "fairly" rejected Boss Zheng's breaking the rules.

Now I am lying on the hospital bed, waking up from the dream of becoming the director of Mao and taking over the position of deputy director Guo in a few years, and I have been bedridden for a long time. She knew that she would never be able to go back to the past.

Not to mention fighting Ringer close 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 the xerosis has improved, the lacrimal glands have dried up, and it is not possible to cry if you want to cry.

Zhao Wenhua, the bastard, Director Mao kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

She made a phone call to Zhao Wenhua. For the "culprit" who ruined her life, Director Mao wanted to point his nose at him and scold him directly, instead of slandering him in his heart.

Life has fallen to the bottom, Director Mao felt that he could not see a glimmer of light. The resentment in my heart had to be vented, or else I would be suffocated to death.

Half an hour later, Zhao Wenhua, the dog day, still hasn't come!

Director Mao was as motionless as a dead person, lying on the hospital bed without blinking his eyelids.

An hour passed, and the time was fast and slow in her consciousness, and it was chaotic.

"Director Mao."

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wenhua's voice appeared in the ward.

Director Mao didn't move, he was really lying on the hospital bed like the legendary "lying corpse", as if the soul had left the body, as if all she had left was a skin.

Zhao Wenhua scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed facing Director Mao's lover.

"Is Director Mao feeling better?" Zhao Wenhua began to find something to say, so as not to make the atmosphere more embarrassing.

"No." Director Mao's lover shook his head and said softly.

"Oh." Zhao Wenhua didn't know what to say, and sighed softly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. How can Mao Mao be sick? He is only a few years old, and he is so sick that he has been bedridden for several months.

It's just that he and Ringer have different identities. The name Mao Mao is afraid to say it in front of Director Mao's lover. Ex-boyfriend, you still have to be guilty of being a thief.

"Professor Zhao, sit down, what do you drink?" Director Mao's lover Qiang cheered up and greeted.

"Don't be too busy, I'm just here to take a look. Corey still has something to do..." Zhao Wenhua felt that the air in the ward was too oppressive, and he couldn't breathe due to the oppression.

Since Director Mao did not speak, it would be better for him to leave as soon as possible. Zhao Wenhua also understood her temper, and probably wanted to vent her anger on herself.

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 just learning to speak... like a normal person who hadn't spoken for decades and had already forgotten how to speak and then suddenly said this sentence.

Zhao Wenhua heard it in his ears, and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

He knew Director Mao well, and he could hear the deep resentment towards himself in the words.

What did I do wrong? No, what does Director Mao's illness have to do with him? ! Why does she have such deep resentment towards herself?