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"Dean Zhang, please!" Ma Zhiyong made a gesture of invitation.
Although Ma Zhiyong still looked very haggard at this time, the expression on his face was no longer as gloomy and frowning as before.
There was a hint of longing and expectation in his eyes. At least Zhang Fan's arrival gave him hope of solving the problem.
Afterwards, Zhang Fan and Ma Zhiyong left Ma Zhiyong's office together. They went to the purchasing department first, and gave the Chinese medicine prescriptions written by Zhang Fan to the person in charge of the purchasing department, asking them to start working on it immediately.
After doing these things, the two came to the nurse station where Chu Xin was. At this time, Chu Xin had already changed into a white coat and started her work.
Zhang Fan walked up to Chu Xin and said, "Are you working night shift today?"
Chu Xin pouted, nodded slightly, and said complainingly: "I wanted to play with you for a little longer, but I didn't expect you to be gone for so long."
"You don't have to go to class today." Ma Zhiyong, standing next to Zhang Fan, smiled.
"Thank you, Dean Ma, for your concern. I still have to attend the class and cannot be special." Chu Xin looked at Ma Zhiyong and replied.
"Xiaofan, you don't have to worry about me. I'm working. Let's make an appointment when we have time." Then, Chu Xin said to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan nodded, and then left the hospital with Ma Zhiyong. The two found a stylish-looking restaurant near the hospital and chatted while eating.
Since both of them had to drive home, they didn't order any drinks.
Ma Zhiyong directly raised the tea cup and said gratefully to Zhang Fan: "Dean Zhang, I am extremely grateful for this matter. Thank you for lending a helping hand!"
"I have told you that I am also a member of this hospital, and I should do these things. Your thanks like this have made my relationship with the hospital alienated. How can I have the nerve to ask the hospital to me in the future?
Salary?" Zhang Fan asked rhetorically.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Ma Zhiyong laughed awkwardly and said: "Dean Zhang, I said it wrong. I shouldn't have said this. I take it back. However, I thank you from a personal point of view. Thank you for carrying it with me."
It helped me share the pressure!"
Zhang Fan picked up the tea cup and touched it lightly with Ma Zhiyong. Zhang Fan could accept Ma Zhiyong's personal thanks.
"Dean Zhang, this is what I think. After this incident is over, I will give you a salary increase. It is really a bit unfair to receive such a salary for your ability." Ma Zhiyong continued.
What Ma Zhiyong said was not a compliment to Zhang Fan. What he said was the truth. It is not an exaggeration to say that the ability Zhang Fan showed in front of him today was the ability to bring the dead back to life.
If major hospitals knew that Zhang Fan had such ability, let alone a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, even if Zhang Fan offered a high price of 2 million yuan a month, or even more, there would still be hospitals willing to pay!
"If it can be raised, go for it. If it can't be raised, don't force it." Zhang Fan said frankly. He would not refuse any salary increase.
"It will definitely rise!" Ma Zhiyong said very firmly.
After Zhang Fan took two bites of food, he looked at Ma Zhiyong and asked, "Do you want to pursue an official career?"
"Official career?" A trace of doubt appeared on Ma Zhiyong's face, "I am now the director of a public hospital, and I also have a rank, which is considered
Are you pursuing an official career?"
"I'm talking about the kind of official career with greater power." Zhang Fan said solemnly.
"That's what happened. I'm not young anymore, and I feel that the position of hospital director is very good. I have no desire to pursue greater power now." Ma Zhiyong replied.
Hearing Ma Zhiyong's words, Zhang Fan nodded slightly.
"Dean Zhang, why do you suddenly ask me this?" Ma Zhiyong asked with some confusion.
"Judging from your appearance, you will have the opportunity to gain greater power, but you are not suitable to hold this power. This power will bring disaster to you. You just said that you have no idea of having greater power, so it is not
It doesn’t matter." Zhang Fan answered truthfully.
"Oh, that's what happened." A look of surprise appeared on Ma Zhiyong's face, and then he thanked, "Thank you, Dean Zhang, for reminding me!"
"Let's eat. Let's finish as soon as possible and go home to rest as soon as possible. We are really tired today and we will continue to investigate the case tomorrow." Zhang Fan pointed to the food on the table.
After the two had dinner, they each returned home. After a night of repairing, Zhang Fan's mental state completely recovered.
At 8:30 in the morning of the second day, Zhang Fan arrived at the hospital. As soon as Zhang Fan got off the car, he smelled a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine coming from the hospital.
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows. From the looks of it, the purchasing department's arrangement with Ma Zhiyong yesterday must have been good.
After Zhang Fan entered the hospital, he went directly to Ma Zhiyong's office. Ma Zhiyong showed Zhang Fan the list of Chinese medicinal soups that the purchasing department had just bought, and then took out several samples of Chinese medicinal soups.
Zhang Fan read the purchase list, tasted the Chinese medicine soup, and nodded slightly. The people in the purchasing department did a good job indeed, and almost everything they ordered was implemented.
"Has the truck to pick up the medicine from the pharmaceutical factory left yet?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Leave at 9 o'clock sharp and come back around 10:30." Ma Zhiyong replied.
"Then let's wait for him to come back." Zhang Fan said.
At about 9:30 in the morning, Zhang Fan walked around several departments that had a lot of surgeries. Not many of these patients looked dead, and Zhang Fan felt relieved.
With nothing to do, Zhang Fan went downstairs and came to the nurse's station where Chu Xin was. Through inquiring, he learned that Chu Xin was resting in the lounge of their department, so Zhang Fan went directly to the lounge.
Zhang Fan knocked on the door lightly.
"Dong dong..."
"Who is it?" Chu Xin's voice came from the room.
"Zhang Fan."
"The door is unlocked, come in." After a short silence, Chu Xin's voice came out again.
Then, Zhang Fan pushed the door open and walked in. When Zhang Fan entered, Chu Xin's back was turned to Zhang Fan. After Chu Xin rubbed her cheek, she slowly turned around.
Seeing Chu Xin's appearance, Zhang Fan frowned tightly. At this time, Chu Xin's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and the right half of her face was also slightly red.
"Why are you crying? What happened?" Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not crying, nothing happened." Chu Xin forced a smile and said.
How could Zhang Fan not see that Chu Xin's smile was forced?
"You didn't tell the truth." Zhang Fan continued in a deep voice.
"It's really okay, Xiaofan. I haven't had breakfast yet. I want to eat Lao Tofu. The one at the door is good. Let's go out to eat together." Chu Xin looked at Zhang Fan and said with a smile. She just wanted to change the subject.