Zhang Yan's outright refusal was something Chu Yunlong never expected.

According to Chu Yunlong's estimation, even if Zhang Yan was unwilling, he would find some excuses to delay. He didn't expect that he would refuse so simply.

This made Chu Yunlong, who had always been resourceful and eloquent, unable to speak for a while.

"Dr. Zhang, you should have seen that I really love you!

We don't say anything about choosing a good bird after a good tree, but...

Dr. Zhang, it is really a waste of your medical skills to continue to stay in Red Star Hospital.

We at Xicheng Hospital need you to lead us further, and you also need a platform to display your medical skills." Chu Yunlong patiently persuaded.

"Dean Chu, thank you very much for your appreciation!

But I really can’t agree!

Next year, the Red Star Hospital will build a hospital building, including the operating room, laboratory department, laboratory department and other departments.

So, I can't leave!" Zhang Yan said with a faint smile.

Chu Yunlong suddenly realized, yes.

All I can offer is a department director.

As for the Red Star Hospital, Zhang Yan is the future director.

Although no one told Chu Yunlong, Chu Yunlong knew it very well.

No one at Red Star Hospital can compete with Zhang Yan for the position of future president.

When the Red Star Hospital is completed, Zhang Yanrong will be promoted to president.

As for that old Liangtou, he may become the secretary of Red Star Hospital in the future and continue to protect Zhang Yan.

At this moment, Chu Yunlong thought a lot.

Very unwilling.

He was unwilling to accept that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Orthopedics he envisioned was facing bankruptcy before it even started.

"Dr. Zhang, even if Red Star Hospital builds an office building, it cannot be completed in a day or two. It will take more than a year to two years from the beginning of construction to completion and putting it into use.

During this time, I would like to ask Dr. Zhang to help me set up a Chinese medicine orthopedics department. I wonder if that is possible?" Chu Yunlong asked in a retreat.

"Dean Chu, your idea of ​​establishing a Department of Orthopedics of Traditional Chinese Medicine is very good, and I personally agree with it.

However, if you want me to help you with this matter, I don’t care, you have to go to Factory Director Yang or the Secretary." Zhang Yan had an innocent expression and directly pushed the matter to Director Yang.

This gave Chu Yunlong a headache.

Go to Director Yang to borrow someone?

That old guy is definitely going to blackmail him again.

Think about it, just asking Zhang Yan to sit in for two days and perform knife blows from time to time cost two medical students and two nurses a huge price.

In this era, every doctor and nurse is a valuable asset.

Chu Yunlong felt distressed even if he sacrificed one thing.

However, Chu Yunlong had nothing to do with Zhang Yan.

There was nothing wrong with what they said. After all, Zhang Yan was from the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He had to ask the leader of the steel rolling mill for instructions whether he came or not.

“If President Chu wants to establish a Department of Orthopedics of Traditional Chinese Medicine, there is no need for him to come to me.

In our country, among the people, there are many doctors who know Chinese massage and bone setting.

As long as you search hard, you won't have to worry about not finding it."

Thinking that Chu Yunlong had always been kind to him, Zhang Yan gave a sincere suggestion.

"Thank you Dr. Zhang for reminding me. I will ask people to find those doctors hidden among the people, but I also ask Dr. Zhang to help me temporarily improve the Department of Orthopedics of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Chu Yunlong's eyes lit up, but he did not let Zhang Yan go.

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Dean Chu, as long as you can convince our factory director to agree, I have no problem here."

"Okay! As long as Dr. Zhang says this, I'll go find your Director Yang!" Chu Yunlong said through gritted teeth.

He was already prepared to be brutally stabbed by Director Yang.

"As long as our factory director agrees, I will definitely cooperate!" Zhang Yan promised with a smile.

After getting down to business, Zhang Yan was unwilling to stay and grind his teeth with Chu Yunlong, so he simply said goodbye.

Taking the two jars of Jasmine Dragon Balls given by Chu Yunlong, he left Xicheng Hospital.

Zhang Yan was riding a bicycle. When there was no one on the road, a net bag appeared on the handlebar. There was a bag of oranges in the net bag.

Oranges are a rare commodity in this era, a fruit that even those with money cannot buy.

It's not like nothing. In this era, fruits and other items are free of charge.

The price is not very expensive either.

However, once this southern fruit is shipped here, ordinary people will not be able to buy it.

Basically, they are distributed and divided layer by layer, and only a handful will appear on the counters of supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores.

If you want to buy it, you can only try your luck.

Zhang Yan’s fruits are also rewarded by the system.

It just so happened that Little Carrot Head and the others didn't want any money anymore, so I gave them some as a reward.

"Doctor Zhang is off work!" Quan San stood at the door again to greet Zhang Yan.

"Uncle Quan, have you eaten? The oranges my friend gave me, uncle Quan took one back to have a taste." Zhang Yan greeted with a smile, took out an orange from his net pocket and handed it to Quan San.

"Ouch! This is a good thing. I have eaten these oranges before. It was in the twelfth year of the Republic of China..." Quan San's eyes lit up, he took the orange, and he did not forget to brag that he had eaten it before.

The experience of living an orange.

Not to mention the Republic of China, even now, if ordinary people eat an orange, it is worth recalling for a year or two.

"Uncle Quan, I'll go in first!" Zhang Yan waited for Quan San's memories to come to an end, then left quickly and pushed his bicycle towards the courtyard.

"Dr. Zhang is back?"

"Sister Ma, have you eaten? Give one of the oranges given by your friend to your child to try!" Zhang Yan took out another orange and handed it to Sister Ma.

"Ouch! How embarrassing is this.

This is a rare thing, please keep it for Little Carrot Head and the others to eat!" Sister Ma's eyes lit up, but she was too embarrassed to accept it.

"It's okay, I still have a lot here. This thing can't be eaten as food. Just eat some and try it." Zhang Yan smiled and put the orange into Sister Ma's hand.

"Sister-in-law of the Li family, I'll give you one too, so that your child can have a taste." Zhang Yan took out a few more oranges and gave them to everyone.

Not many, one orange per family.

While dividing the oranges, I walked to the backyard. When I got home, most of the oranges were gone.

There are still about ten oranges left.

"This doctor is really in trouble!" Sister Ma praised and went back to the house happily holding the orange.

"Mom, these are oranges? Where did you get the oranges?" Sister Ma's youngest son looked at the oranges in Sister Ma's hand in surprise and swallowed his saliva.

"Doctor Zhang just gave it to me. Let's eat first, and after we finish eating, we can eat the oranges!" Sister Ma said and carefully put the oranges on the dining table.

"Mom, why don't we eat oranges first, just to whet our appetite, and eat more later." Sister Ma's youngest son suggested.

“While you’re at it, if you don’t want to eat, just watch!

Appetite, how can there be so much food at home to appetize you?" Sister Ma does not spoil her son.

If the younger son said that he should eat less rice after eating oranges, maybe Sister Ma would agree. But if he said it was appetizing, Sister Ma would never agree.

Sister Ma has three sons and a daughter. The youngest is seven or eight years old, and the eldest is fifteen. They are both at the age when a young man is living in poverty.

Sister Ma calculates her family's food every day.

It’s not that I don’t have money, it’s that the quota is not enough for food.

Now the younger son actually said he wanted to have an appetizer. Of course Sister Ma was unwilling and regretted taking out the oranges.

When she looked at the oranges, she felt a little sour. What if she suddenly had an appetite and wanted to eat a few more bites?

Fortunately, she always calculated when cooking, even if she wanted to eat more, she didn't.

Tonight, all the families in the courtyard, like Sister Ma's family, ate while looking at the oranges.

After eating, peel the orange, check how many segments there are, and share it with the family.

There are also those who feel sorry for their children and are reluctant to eat them. They peel the oranges, give half to each child, and save the rest for tomorrow.

"Where did the oranges come from?" Tong Mei came out of the kitchen and took Zhang Yan's bag.

As for the orange, it had already been picked up by the little carrot head that came out of the house.

"Brother-in-law, there are so many oranges!"

"It's a gift from a friend. It's just for Little Carrot Tou and the others to satisfy their cravings." Zhang Yan answered Tong Mei with a smile, and then touched Little Carrot Tou's big head, "Hurry and take it back to the house, and eat it after dinner."
To be continued...