Hearing the words of the middle-aged men in front of him, Zheng Hairong's face looked a little ugly, but he still responded: "I am not the director of surgery."
"What?! Expert Zheng, you work in a mental hospital and you are not the chief of surgery?"
"Is it possible that the mental hospital directly gave you the position of deputy director?"
Several people on the other side had expressions of surprise on their faces, looking a little surprised.
Zheng Hairong responded again: "I am not the vice president, I am just an ordinary doctor."
"Pfft!"
None of them could hold it back and burst into laughter.
The middle-aged man at the head looked at Zheng Hairong with a mocking look on his face: "Why did you need to compete with me for the position of vice president in the first place? Otherwise, you are still the director of surgery of the hospital now, and it is better than you staying there.
Isn’t it better to be in a mental hospital where nothing matters?”
"Vice President Tian is right. Expert Zheng, I feel sorry for you. You are a well-known surgical authority in Jiangcheng." Another middle-aged man agreed.
Although he said it was not worth it, his face was full of joking, obviously mocking Zheng Hairong.
"Expert Zheng, we are working together after all. Why don't you beg for mercy from Vice President Tian? Maybe Vice President Tian will be happy and let you come back and continue to be the chief of surgery." A thin middle-aged man suggested.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Zheng Hairong.
Especially the leader, Tian Yu, held his head high and looked at Zheng Hairong with a joking look on his face, as if he was waiting for the other party's humble plea to him.
"No need, I think it's good for me to work in a mental hospital now." Zheng Hairong responded coldly with a sullen face.
"Expert Zheng, why do you want to save face and suffer? Who doesn't know that your son is getting married and is in a hurry to buy a house. I'm afraid you can't even pay the down payment with your current savings, right?" the thin middle-aged man said sarcastically.
Zheng Hairong's face showed anger: "That is my family matter and has nothing to do with you."
"Zheng Hairong, we kindly remind you that this opportunity only lasts once. You have to think clearly about whether you want to seize it or not." Another middle-aged man said with a joking face.
"Is there something wrong with your ears? Do you not understand what Dr. Zheng said? Or can't you hear it?" At this moment, Chen Fan suddenly stood up, looked at the people in front of him and asked.
Several middle-aged men immediately looked at Chen Fan.
Realizing that Chen Fan was just a young boy, his face instantly turned cold: "Where did you come from? Do you have the right to speak here?!"
"Expert Zheng, this is your student, right? Take good care of him on weekdays."
Zheng Hairong responded solemnly: "He is not my student, but the surgical director of our mental hospital."
Upon hearing these words, several middle-aged men were stunned for a moment, and then a burst of laughter rang out from the restaurant.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Expert Zheng, what did you just say?! You said this guy is the surgical director of your hospital?"
"It almost makes me laugh to death. This boy in his early twenties is actually the chief of surgery who stole your position? Zheng Hairong, you went to the mental hospital to be embarrassed, right? Even such a young boy can ride on you.
On your head!"
Several middle-aged men were laughing so hard that they even shed tears.
If it were before, Zheng Hairong would naturally not care about others slandering Chen Fan.
But since he saw Chen Fan's astonishing medical skills and ethics, as well as the fact that Chen Fan helped him solve a big problem this morning, Zheng Hairong completely bowed to Chen Fan and would not allow others to slander him like this.
"Director Chen's medical skills, not to mention me, even all of you combined can't compare with him. Are you worthy enough to ridicule Director Chen?!"
However, Zheng Hairong's words did not silence a few people. Instead, they started laughing again.
"Zheng Hairong, I think you went to a mental hospital, and your brain is going crazy, right?!"
Tian Yu sighed helplessly: "I shouldn't have let Dr. Zheng leave in the first place. I didn't expect that the mental hospital could turn Dr. Zheng into a neurotic. Oh, it's such a pity. What a good doctor.
"
When everyone heard this, they laughed again.
"Director Chen, we don't need to pay attention to them." Zheng Hairong's face was so gloomy that he looked at Chen Fan and said.
Chen Fan waved his hand. As the director of surgery at a mental hospital, if someone humiliated a doctor in his department in front of him, Chen Fan would naturally not let it go.
His eyes fell on Tian Yu: "Are you the vice president?"
Tian Yu raised his head with an air of dignity and glanced at Chen Fan contemptuously.
As the vice president, there was no need for him to introduce himself. The thin middle-aged man standing next to him had already said: "Boy, this is the vice president of our third hospital, Tian Yu, vice president Tian."
, specializes in surgery."
"Really? Vice President Tian's medical skills are naturally very good?" Chen Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"That's natural. Our Vice President Tian is a famous expert and professor in Jiangcheng!" the thin middle-aged man introduced with pride.
"Since you are so powerful, how about I compete with Vice President Tian?" Chen Fan asked.
"A competition? What?" the thin middle-aged man asked.
Everyone looked at Chen Fan with puzzled faces.
"Of course it's a comparison of medical skills." Chen Fan responded.
The thin middle-aged man let out a "chuff" and laughed: "Boy, you said you want to compete with our Vice President Tian in medical skills? Boy, are you okay with your brain?"
"Our Vice President Tian has treated more patients than you have ever seen. You actually want to compete with our Vice President Tian in terms of medical skills?"
The middle-aged men all looked at Chen Fan jokingly.
"Really? Then I want to see how powerful the so-called Vice President Tian is." Chen Fan said calmly.
"Boy, do you think you are qualified to compete with me?" Tian Yu sneered, still not looking at Chen Fan. In his opinion, competing with Chen Fan in medical skills was simply an insult to him, the vice president.
"If Director Chen loses, I will no longer be a doctor from now on. Is this okay?" At this moment, Zheng Hairong suddenly said.
"Doctor Zheng!" Upon hearing Zheng Hairong's words, the young surgeons were all shocked and wanted to stop him.
However, they were all stopped by Zheng Hairong with his hands.
Tian Yu suddenly became interested: "Haha, Dr. Zheng is risking his fortune and life. If this is the case, then I would rather obey his orders than respect him."
"But after you lose later, I hope Dr. Zheng can keep his word."
Zheng Hairong responded: "I, Zheng Hairong, always keep my word."
Chen Fan said calmly: "If you lose, you guys will not only have to apologize to Dr. Zheng, but you will pay for all our expenses tonight."
"Haha, okay, no problem." Tian Yu readily agreed.
Then he asked: "Then how do you want to compete?"
Chen Fan's eyes fell on the thin middle-aged man, and the corner of his mouth curved: "Just find out what's wrong with him, and then help him cure it."