In an office within the hospital, Qin Yun was receiving a lecture from the hospital director.
“Dr. Qin, how many tis have you taken leave this month? Do you know how many surgeries assigned to you were passed on to your colleagues?” The elderly director, with graying hair, sat across from her, trying to persuade Qin Yun to take on more surgeries.
Qin Yun was a genius in the surgical departnt, and over the years, she had contributed significantly to the hospital. However, in recent months, she had requested to reduce her workload to participate in a reality dating show. This left the surgeries that were initially scheduled for her to be reassigned, causing dissatisfaction among patients who had specifically requested her. The other doctors were competent, but Qin Yun had built a strong reputation, and trust was the best endorsent for a doctor.
The hospital staff and her colleagues were under significant pressure and hoped Qin Yun would return to her previous responsibilities soon.
The woman sitting across from the director smiled lightly and replied softly, “Director, it’s not that I don’t want to work. I’ve been working too hard these past years and just need a break.”
After stitching up Fang Zhou’s wound, she had been pulled into a two-hour surgery. As she was about to check on Fang Zhou, the director had called her in for this conversation.
There was a hint of exhaustion in Qin Yun’s eyes. She rubbed her temples, wanting to end this talk quickly.
The director felt stumped. Was she deliberately misunderstanding him? He was clearly asking her to return to her previous workload, but she acted as though he was accusing her of not working at all.
Clearing his throat, the wrinkled man decided to continue his persuasion.
“You don’t co to the hospital often, so you might not know the pressure your colleagues are under. For instance, Dr. Chen just had his second child, and Dr. Li’s elderly parents were recently hospitalized...”
The director listed several colleagues’ difficulties, hoping to appeal to Qin Yun’s sense of compassion.
However, she simply smiled and looked at him with bright eyes, her tone neither too light nor too heavy as she responded, “Director, do you realize that if I don’t try harder, my future husband might run off with soone else?”
The director’s words were effectively silenced.
“You’re still young. There will be plenty of good n in the future...” he muttered, still trying to convince her.
Qin Yun didn’t want to hear any more from her superior. She felt that she had followed the proper procedures to request her leave and shouldn’t let others’ issues interfere with her own life. She had dedicated herself to the hospital for years, and even workhorses needed breaks. The hospital’s workload could be managed by hiring more staff or sending colleagues for further training. It shouldn’t fall solely on her shoulders.
“Lack of staff can be handled by hiring through proper channels. Colleagues overwheld by pressure can choose to undergo training. These are not reasons for to continue overworking,” Qin Yun said as she stood up to leave.
Before leaving, she offered the director a piece of advice. “By the way, Director, since you seem to have a lot of free ti, perhaps you could take on a few more surgeries yourself. It would keep you busy.”
With that, she waved and left the office, leaving the director speechless and fuming.
He muttered to himself, “I’m just doing what I was asked to do.”
The director pulled out his phone and sent a ssage to an old friend: “You should handle your daughter yourself. She’s completely focused on that man. She won’t listen to anyone.”
The reply ca quickly: “Understood. Don’t worry about her anymore. Let her be.”
The old director shook his head and decided to proceed with hiring additional surgeons to alleviate the pressure on the departnt.
anwhile, Qin Yun, having left the office, headed towards the inpatient wing. She ran into a colleague and greeted her with a smile.
“Dr. Qin, are you going to check on a patient in the inpatient departnt? I thought you weren’t assigned to any inpatients for the past two months,” the colleague remarked.
Qin Yun smiled back, “I’m visiting a friend who was hospitalized due to an injury today.”
Her colleague, who was aware of Qin Yun’s sudden return and the fact that she personally stitched up a male patient, quickly connected the dots.
“Oh! The ga strear, right? He’s quite famous.”
The colleague, an avid internet user, knew a lot about various celebrities and strears and occasionally indulged in gossip.
Qin Yun was surprised but confird, “Yes, that’s him. His na is Fang Zhou.”
“Are you going to see him now? I think he was transferred to another hospital about half an hour ago,” the colleague said, scratching her head in confusion. She wondered if Qin Yun was unaware of the transfer.
Qin Yun stopped in her tracks, looking puzzled. “He was transferred? To where?”
She had just finished stitching him up, and the anesthetic’s effect should still be wearing off. How could he be transferred already? And to where, given their hospital was one of the best?
The colleague shook her head regretfully, “I’m not sure. You’ll have to check with the inpatient departnt.”
Feeling a pang of disappointnt, Qin Yun thanked her and quickly headed to the inpatient departnt to find out more.
Her heart sank as a possibility occurred to her: could it be that Fang Zhou didn’t want her to treat him, so he arranged a transfer?
Was he so disgusted with her?
But they had been getting along well today. They had hiked together, he had even carried her, and they had been chatting and laughing during dinner.
Was he so good at pretending that even she was fooled?
Unable to shake off her doubts, Qin Yun hurried to the inpatient departnt’s information desk, only to find her fears confird.
“We don’t know where he was transferred. A woman claiming to be his family mber handled the transfer and arranged for a special vehicle to pick him up,” the nurse explained.
This society inevitably has its privileges. They just followed the procedures and had no say in the matter.
Qin Yun walked out of the inpatient building, feeling lost and staring at the blue sky above, her heart heavy with sadness.
He didn’t even say goodbye?
Just then, a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. No, sothing wasn’t right. Fang Zhou only had a sick sister. Who could have such influence to arrange a transfer?
Energized by this realization, she headed to the security office to check the surveillance footage and discovered that it was indeed Han Xi.
What was Han Xi planning to do?
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