Fan Yecheng hurriedly responded, "He's also suspended. Don't worry, I'll have them reflect thoroughly and write a 100,000-character self-criticism when I get back!"
Chen Hui ignored Fan Yecheng and turned to Chen Fan with a smile, "Chen Fan, we really owe you this time. Otherwise, how many families would have been ruined by this car accident."
Chen Fan smiled calmly, "I'm a doctor. Saving lives is my duty."
"If all doctors were as responsible as you, it would be a blessing for all patients," Chen Hui sighed.
"Director Chen, should these injured be sent to our psychiatric hospital, or should the Third Hospital take them?" Chen Fan asked at this point.
Fan Yecheng quickly interjected, "Director Chen, Director Jian, our Third Hospital's medical standards and equipment are, to say the least, superior to a psychiatric hospital. How about..."
Before Fan Yecheng could finish, Chen Hui waved his hand and interrupted him, "Chen Fan, send these injured to the psychiatric hospital. I believe you can handle them well."
Fan Yecheng's eyes widened, full of defiance, "Director Chen, their medical standards are nowhere near ours. Moreover, they are all young doctors with no experience. If anything happens to any of the injured, who will be responsible?"
This was clearly a veiled warning to Chen Hui that he would also be held responsible if anything went wrong at the psychiatric hospital.
Jian Zihao frowned slightly and tugged at Chen Hui, "Director Chen, I think he has a point. Although the psychiatric hospital played a crucial role in the rescue, as you know, they are a psychiatric hospital after all. Their medical equipment and specialized surgical staff are not comparable to the Third Hospital."
"Who says our psychiatric hospital's surgery is inferior to the Third Hospital's?" Just then, the door of an ambulance parked not far away opened, and a figure emerged.
The sudden voice drew everyone's attention.
"Zheng Hairong?!" Fan Yecheng's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the person.
The one who stepped out of the ambulance was none other than Zheng Hairong, the surgical expert from the Third Hospital.
"Dr. Fan, oh, right, I should call you Director Fan now. Were you just saying that our psychiatric hospital's surgeons are incompetent?" Zheng Hairong walked over slowly, his white coat stained with blood, a stark contrast to Fan Yecheng and the others.
Fan Yecheng swallowed awkwardly, not daring to speak. He hadn't expected Zheng Hairong to be here. Everyone in the medical system knew that Zheng Hairong was once a top surgical expert at the Third Hospital.
"Director Zheng, you're working at the psychiatric hospital now?" Jian Zihao looked at Zheng Hairong in surprise. They had been old friends.
Zheng Hairong nodded, "Yes, I'm in the surgery department at the psychiatric hospital now. However, I'm not the director. Our hospital's director is Director Chen Fan."
Everyone's gaze turned to Chen Fan again. Many who didn't know him looked shocked, surprised that Chen Fan was so young yet a director of surgery.
Chen Fan looked at Fan Yecheng and asked, "Director Fan, do you have any objections now?"
Fan Yecheng's face had never looked so grim.
"Director Jian, Director Chen, I'll take my leave." He bid farewell to Jian Zihao and Chen Hui.
"Let's go!" He then waved his hand and, with a stern face, walked towards the nearby ambulance.
Seeing that everyone from the Third Hospital had left, the medical staff from the psychiatric hospital showed expressions of excitement. This was, in a way, a form of recognition and affirmation for them.
When Chen Hui and Jian Zihao saw that the psychiatric hospital had admitted all the injured and not a single one had died, they breathed a sigh of relief, the weight on their hearts finally lifted. To be honest, when they saw the scene of the horrific car accident, they had already prepared for the worst.
Chen Fan returned to the hospital and assessed all the injured. For those requiring surgery, Chen Fan and Zheng Hairong operated together, working until the early hours of the morning.
Stretching, Chen Fan walked out of the operating room, feeling exhausted. Zheng Hairong sat on a chair in the corridor, his head covered in sweat, holding two bags of glucose. He handed one to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan didn't hesitate, tearing open the bag and drinking it all.
"Director Chen, I haven't felt this way in a long time. Thank you," Zheng Hairong said wearily.
"Thank me for what?" Chen Fan asked, confused.
"Of course, thank you for letting me regain the feeling of being a surgeon, for allowing our psychiatric hospital to gain recognition, and for our surgery department to be acknowledged by the outside world," Zheng Hairong replied.
Chen Fan smiled, tossed the bag into the trash, and patted Zheng Hairong's shoulder, "Don't forget, I'm the director of surgery."
"Alright, I need to go home. I have something to do tomorrow. I'll leave things here to you."
"Don't worry. Hurry back and take Director Qin. She's been waiting for you in her office."
Chen Fan waved and headed towards his office. Seeing Qin Shuran asleep on his desk, Chen Fan approached, gently picked her up, and walked towards the hospital parking lot.
Back home, the exhausted Chen Fan took a quick shower and went to his room to rest.
The next morning, Chen Fan and Qin Shuran were awakened by the ringing of their phones. Chen Fan glanced at the caller ID, it was Sun Xiao. He then looked at the time, 8 AM. Chen Fan instantly sat up in bed. He answered the phone and told Sun Xiao he was on his way before hanging up. Seeing Qin Shuran still asleep, Chen Fan didn't disturb her. He gently kissed her forehead and then left the room.
Today, many people had gathered in the large conference hall of Changsheng Health Products Company. There were patients and their families who had benefited from these health products, as well as many prominent figures from various sectors and reporters. Sun Xiao, as the president, was constantly greeting people.
At this moment, Ma Jun anxiously approached Sun Xiao, "Sister Sun, why hasn't Chen Fan arrived yet? The meeting starts in one minute."
Sun Xiao looked annoyed, "This Chen Fan, he's not even concerned about his own company. Forget him, let's start on time. If he's still not here by the end of my speech, we'll skip his part."
"Okay," Ma Jun nodded and turned to make arrangements backstage.
About a minute later, the music in the large conference hall ended. Sun Xiao, dressed in a professional suit, walked onto the stage holding a microphone. Her stunning beauty, perfect figure, and mature intellectual charm made her the center of attention even before she spoke.
"Distinguished guests, hello everyone, and welcome to the product launch ceremony of Changsheng Health Products Company. You may all know that our Changsheng Health Products' Kangfu Heiliao Paste has recently helped thousands of families' children stand up again, saving thousands of lives and their fortunes. This is precisely our company's mission: to fill the world with love and to help children who cannot afford medical treatment to stand up again."
"Ms. Sun, your health product is priced at 999 yuan. Isn't that too expensive? It seems like a price that not every family can afford. And you mentioned earlier that it saved many children's lives. Ms. Sun, this is just a health product. Can it really have such an effect? Are you sure there's no exaggeration?"
At this moment, a reporter with glasses from the audience suddenly questioned.