"Did you see that? The dean is holding an appointment letter!"
"It must be for Dr. Zheng's appointment as Head of Surgery. I didn't expect the dean to deliver it personally."
"Shouldn't the position of Head of Surgery be announced first, and then the appointment letter be issued? Why is the process reversed?"
"What do you know? Dr. Zheng is an authority in surgery in Jiangcheng. This process naturally can't be the same as before."
Several young doctors stared at the appointment letter in Luo Yongtang's hand, whispering amongst themselves.
At this moment, Chen Fan glanced at Zheng Hairong and replied to Luo Yongtang, "I suppose we've met."
Luo Yongtang didn't sense anything amiss. He looked at Chen Fan and said, "Dr. Chen, Dr. Zheng is also an authority in surgery in Jiangcheng, and his medical skills are quite remarkable."
Hearing Luo Yongtang praise him, Zheng Hairong beamed and cast a glance at Chen Fan.
"Dr. Chen, with Dr. Zheng's help in the future, I believe our hospital's surgery department will become the best in Jiangcheng, or even in the entire Huazhong Province!"
However, as Luo Yongtang continued his sentence, Zheng Hairong, who had been beaming, suddenly frowned.
The young surgeons standing behind Zheng Hairong also looked puzzled.
Because the statement sounded quite off. Shouldn't it be Chen Fan helping Zheng Hairong? Why did it become Zheng Hairong helping Chen Fan?
Luo Yongtang took out the appointment letter he was holding.
Seeing that the most crucial moment had arrived, everyone stopped pondering the oddity of Luo Yongtang's words.
Zheng Hairong also temporarily stopped his work on the wound, removed his gloves, tidied his white coat, and stood up from his chair. After all, it was an appointment certificate from a hospital, and he intended to treat it with due seriousness.
Some of the young doctors standing nearby even took out their phones and turned on the recording function, intending to capture this precious moment.
Many were already prepared to applaud Zheng Hairong in celebration.
Zheng Hairong took two steps forward, a smile returning to his face, and reached out to take the appointment letter from Luo Yongtang.
However, what happened next caused Zheng Hairong's movement to freeze on the spot.
The appointment certificate in Luo Yongtang's hand was not given to him, but directly handed to Chen Fan.
For a moment, the entire room fell silent.
"Dr. Chen, after unanimous decision by the hospital, you are appointed as the Head of Surgery for our hospital's surgery department! We hope that in your future work, you will be diligent and dedicated, and lead our surgery department to greater heights." Luo Yongtang said earnestly, patting Chen Fan on the shoulder after handing him the appointment letter.
Chen Fan also appeared somewhat surprised, but he did not show excessive shock.
After all, his medical skills were recognized by many, and he had won the bet with Liu Qianze, so this position rightfully belonged to him.
"Dean, Dean, how, how could you give the appointment letter to Chen Fan?"
"That kid, he's actually, actually the Head of Surgery? This, how is this possible!"
"The dean must have made a mistake, shouldn't Dr. Zheng be the Head of Surgery?"
As for the others, they were all dumbfounded, clearly unable to believe that what they were witnessing was real.
At this moment, Zheng Hairong's expression was incredibly complex.
His eyelids twitched violently a few times, and feeling the gazes of everyone around him, the air was instantly filled with an awkward atmosphere.
Luo Yongtang also noticed Zheng Hairong walking towards him and asked in confusion, "Dr. Zheng, what is it?"
Zheng Hairong unnaturally retracted his hand and gave a dry laugh, "Heh heh, it's nothing. I came to congratulate Dr. Chen. I never imagined he could become the Head of Surgery of a hospital at such a young age. This is probably something I've never heard of before."
However, Zheng Hairong's words were filled with jealousy, clearly questioning Chen Fan's abilities.
As the dean, how could Luo Yongtang not hear the hidden meaning in Zheng Hairong's words? He smiled calmly and explained, "Dr. Zheng, perhaps you are not yet fully aware of Director Chen's medical skills. Not long ago, Director Chen successfully treated a patient with leukemia."
"What? Treated a patient with leukemia?!" Everyone was shocked.
Luo Yongtang seemed pleased with everyone's reaction and continued, "You haven't been here long. In fact, Director Chen has treated countless patients. He has treated conditions like myasthenia gravis, cyanide poisoning, and even performed a craniotomy under conditions where the hospital was not equipped, saving a patient who suffered severe brain trauma from a high-altitude fall."
Hearing Luo Yongtang's subsequent words, everyone's jaws nearly dropped to the floor in astonishment.
Zheng Hairong first looked at Chen Fan in shock, then said coldly, "Dean Luo, what you're saying sounds like a movie."
He naturally didn't believe that this young doctor in front of him could be a doctor capable of treating leukemia and myasthenia gravis, and performing a craniotomy without proper equipment.
If all of this were true, why would Chen Fan still be working as a doctor in such a small psychiatric hospital?
"Dr. Zheng, once you have interacted with Director Chen for a while, you will understand whether what I said is true or not," Luo Yongtang said with a calm smile.
Chen Fan looked at the appointment letter in his hand and then at Zheng Hairong beside him. "Dr. Zheng, I apologize. I didn't expect your prediction to come true. Now, I've become your superior. Can I inquire about your patients?"
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Zheng Hairong's face turned extremely unpleasant.
Wasn't this showing off right in front of him?
"Hmph! Do as you please!" Zheng Hairong snorted, showing no intention of stopping him.
He had lost all face today, his face flushed red, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
He was an authoritative figure in surgery in Jiangcheng, a doctor respected everywhere he went. Today, however, he had been trampled underfoot by a mere youngster!
Zheng Hairong also wanted to see what skills Chen Fan truly possessed. If Chen Fan were to really amputate a patient's finger, his tenure as director would likely be over!
Seeing that Zheng Hairong did not object, Chen Fan returned to the side of the young man.
The young man was completely stunned, his mouth agape in surprise.
He wasn't stupid; he could clearly tell that Luo Yongtang was a leader in the hospital, and that Chen Fan had just become the Head of Surgery.
Chen Fan looked at the young man. "Your finger was injured by seafood, wasn't it?"
The young man first looked at Zheng Hairong. Seeing that he remained silent, he nodded. "I was pricked while washing shrimp."
"What? You were injured by seafood?!" Zheng Hairong, who had been hoping to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself, was taken aback and asked the young man in shock.
"Yes, yes, Dr. Zheng. Is, is there a problem?" The young man was startled by Zheng Hairong's sudden exclamation.
The other doctors exchanged bewildered glances, a bad feeling dawning upon them.