Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s
Chapter 972: [972] Summoned by the director

Chapter 972: [972] Summoned by the director

Wu Lixuan had an idea, "Registering a small company in the Capital for the loan should qualify for some preferential policies."

Registering a company would make it easier to apply for residence registration along with purchasing a house.

Having grown up doing business, Xie Wanying was not worried about finding the right channels.

Having made up her mind, Wu Lixuan felt a trace of relief. She grasped Xie Wanying’s hand and said, "In the future, you can work in the Capital, bring your godmother over, and we can buy a house here to settle down. We can always be together then."

"Mhm, mhm." That was exactly what Xie Wanying had in mind, which is why she had suggested that her childhood friend develop her career in the Capital.

Holding hands, they suddenly felt as if they were being watched, and turning their heads, they saw him standing at the doorway of the ward, looking at them with surprise.

What did "always being together" mean? Yin Fengchun was sure that when he heard these two speak those words just now, it made him frown.

"Doctor Yin is here," Xie Wanying stood up.

Wu Lixuan held onto her and whispered, "What’s going on? I heard you got involved with some high-ranking leader?"

"Nothing like that. It was a teacher, a senior colleague. She’s not someone I’ve crossed; she’s a very good person," Xie Wanying reassured her friend not to worry, "You can ask Doctor Yin."

Wu Lixuan, still concerned, asked again, "Are you sure it’s not trouble?"

"It’s not," Xie Wanying smiled at her friend, "If we must talk about trouble, it’s the daily trouble of being a doctor; there’s never a moment of ease."

"And you still want to be a doctor?" Wu Lixuan questioned.

Because she loved it. Xie Wanying believed this reason explained everything. If you didn’t love what you did, how could you bear the long and difficult years? She wasn’t alone in this belief; her seniors felt the same way.

Wu Lixuan thought about the cool-looking guy beside her and wondered what had driven him to choose a career in medicine. Turning her head, she didn’t dare meet his eyes.

Yin Fengchun walked in, glanced at her expression, and thought that perhaps being a doctor had just gained an additional layer of meaning for him.

Not wanting to be a third wheel, Xie Wanying left the ward and went back to her own department.

In the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, there was bound to be more discussion about yesterday’s incident.

A few of the seniors looked worried. Early in the morning, as far as they knew, Tao Zhijie had been called to Director Tang’s office, likely to be questioned personally about Teacher Lu’s matter.

Upon arriving at the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, she was informed to go to the director’s office for questioning. Xie Wanying steeled herself and walked to Director Tang’s office.

Director Tang’s office was somewhat messy, as is typical for someone with so many responsibilities.

The chairs were piled with stuff; there was hardly a place for someone to sit. In fact, when Director Tang called for a talk, it was always quick and to the point. Recalling the last encounter with Director Tang in Student Zhao’s operating room, it was clear that the department head conducted matters with the decisiveness of a commander on a forced march, bold and unconcerned with minor details, without time for idle chatter.

Upon entering, Xie Wanying stood near the door.

By the window, Director Tang was fumbling in his palm, with a low-hung face as if pondering some significant issue, his brow somewhat knotted. Standing beside him, Tao Zhijie’s gaze wandered between the white wall and the window, seemingly drifting far into his thoughts.

The strained expressions on their faces indicated that the topic of their communication was akin to an unassailable fortress, deadlocked and unresolved.

Without chairs to sit on, the two stood for a long time without feeling any tiredness in their legs.

For a doctor faced with a challenging problem, it’s about matters of life; they can’t afford to worry about leg fatigue. Besides, surgeons often stand for long periods at the operating table, already developing exceptional leg strength.