Zhang Huayao waved his hand and motioned to the young men to close the door.
Three young doctors lined up in front of his desk.
He opened the drawer next to him and found a piece of blank paper. Zhang Huayao took out a pen and scribbled on the paper while asking the three of them: "You have been working in our hospital for a week. How do you feel?"
The big devil asked the three children how much they thought they had been tortured.
The three of them must have been in trouble and kept silent.
When the leader refused to answer anyone, Zhang Huayao raised his head, aimed his sharp eyes at that person first, and said by name: "Doctor Lin Hao, please talk first."
It seemed that the big devil knew that he was crushed to the ground by the God of Death on his first day at work. Lin Hao swallowed hard: "It's pretty good."
It's quite good. The big devil made him experience miserable things the first day, and what happens next will definitely not be so scary to him.
Hearing his answer, Mr. Zhang seemed to be able to understand what he was thinking, and his little gray eyes formed two arcs of laughter.
When Lin Hao saw him smiling, he almost lost his temper.
The big devil's smile was cold and creepy, which undoubtedly told him that he was being naive.
Zhang Huayao is responsible for opening the gate of hell. The eighteen levels of hell in the workplace cannot be experienced in a day or two. They are waiting for them one by one. After torturing the first one, the big devil will torture the second one in order.
With this premonition, Pan Shihua straightened his back, because he couldn't hide if he didn't straighten his back.
"Dr. Pan, you are a very good person with a very clear goal." Zhang Huayao pointed at him and said.
The big devil already knew what he was thinking, he was more Sherlock Holmes than Sherlock Pan. Pan Shihua was silent.
Touching his chin with his finger, Zhang Huayao's eyes came to the person at the end: "Doctor Xie, tell me."
"After coming to Guozhi, I was under a lot of pressure." Xie Wanying said.
Facing Boss Zhang, a big devil, no one can be under too much pressure, right?
Xie Yijin’s answer is the most straightforward.
"Hahaha." The big leader laughed loudly three times.
The three young men smelled the smell of hell wafting from the laughter and were frightened to death.
"It's stressful, okay." Zhang Huayao slapped the table, picked up the microphone on the table, and called the department in the hospital to issue instructions, "Ask those people to come to my office."
Who else is coming?
The three of them could not hide the surprise in their eyes.
"Dr. Xie said the pressure is great, how can it not be great? There are no tertiary hospitals in China that are not under great pressure," said Zhang Huayao.
The big devil removed the source of stress directly from himself with just one sentence.
Having said that, it is true that doctors in tertiary hospitals are under great pressure. The main reason is that they are too busy with too many patients and not enough manpower.
In response to this problem, Zhang Huayao immediately gave his benevolent strategy as a leader: "Give you more manpower. Otherwise, it will be like when Dr. Xie operated on the patient that night, there was no one, not even enough nurses."
If Senior Brother Ren, Dr. Zuo, hadn't been there that night, it would have been a bit troublesome.
Dong-dong-dong, the door rings.
The hospital personnel department brought the person over.
Two younger figures appeared at the door.
Lin Hao and the others blinked and saw the two legendary junior sisters and brothers, Mi Siran and Mi Wenlin.
Like them, this pair of siblings entered clinical internship early and have been practicing for almost a year now. Perhaps because their grades are as good as those of their senior brothers and sisters, they were called by Guozhi to come here for in-depth study of the specialty.
