Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 70 Trigger Point!

"You... Guo Ziyuan." Ding Xianqi didn't have time to stop Guo Ziyuan, who had already closed the door again.

Guo Ziyuan pushed open the door and entered, causing everyone in the private room to look over at him.

There were five people sitting in the private room.

They were all gods who were both familiar and unfamiliar.

Wu Jianguo, Chief of Orthopedics; Ding Ling, Deputy Chief of Orthopedics.

Long Haitao, the legendary deputy director of orthopedics.

An Luming, Director of Trauma Surgery.

Professor Huang Zhao, a senior professor of trauma surgery.

The ground was a mess.

Five people, each with a different expression.

Several people glanced at Guo Ziyuan, and then Long Haitao stepped forward: "Professor Huang, Xie Zhelin's resources were obtained from Director Wu by Professor Chen Zhiyuan and me."

"Director Ma Chuanfeng at the time also supported this matter."

"I also bear some responsibility!"

Five years ago, Ma Chuanfeng had not yet stepped down as the administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery, while An Luming was just a professor leading a group.

At that time, Wu Jianguo was already the administrative director of the orthopedics department.

Five years ago, Long Haitao was only thirty-one years old, but he was already an associate professor, associate chief physician, and master's supervisor. He was at the height of his career and full of vigor.

Huang Zhao glanced at Long Haitao and said disdainfully, "What, you think you're so outstanding that you can admit to all of this without restraint?"

"Just because you're excellent doesn't give you the right to break the rules, grant authority ahead of time, and allow students to enjoy resources ahead of schedule?"

"If you only talk about existing achievements and don't sell the future, what kind of person are you?"

Long Haitao's face flushed red, and he remained silent.

However, he had no way to refute Huang Zhao.

He is certainly very capable, but how could he possibly compare with a senior professor like Huang Zhao in terms of comprehensive experience and achievements?

Can your accumulation of more than ten years be compared to others' decades of accumulation?

"What are you doing here? Who let you in?"

"Ding Xianqi, are you so useless that you can't even keep an eye on one person?" Huang Zhao started to rage, launching a tirade against everyone, not even sparing his own students.

Huang Zhao is here today to demand procedural justice.

Because of procedural justice, it was the current director, Wu Jianguo, who raised the objection to him.

Upon hearing the sound, Guo Ziyuan quickly said, "Master, there are shards of porcelain on the ground. I was afraid they might hurt the teachers, so I came in to clean them up."

Huang Zhao spat and said, "This is a teahouse. I can afford to pay for it. There are waiters to clean it up."

Huang Zhao told Guo Ziyuan, "I can afford to scold these people, so you don't need to worry about me."

"A waiter is a waiter, and my concerns are my concerns; these are different things..."

"Master, please don't argue for me. It's not good for you to hurt yourself," Guo Ziyuan said.

Upon hearing that Guo Ziyuan had offered a way out, An Luming immediately seized the opportunity: "Yes, Professor Huang, let's discuss this matter again later."

"Director Wu also explained this to me."

"Let's discuss this further later; please don't harm your health."

Before Huang Zhao could speak, Guo Ziyuan had already started tidying up, but he wasn't just bowing down to clean up the teacups: "Master, I'll argue for you."

"Please go out first."

"Or, you can just sit and listen."

Glug, glug!

Guo Ziyuan's voice wasn't loud; it was just a normal tone.

But the private room was already completely silent, so every word was delivered precisely to everyone's ears.

What did that little nymph just say?

"Cough cough cough!" An Luming was really choked.

"What did you just say?" He didn't care that Huang Zhao was standing next to him and started pointing at Guo Ziyuan and yelling!

Huang Zhao's expression froze, and for a moment he didn't know how to label Guo Ziyuan.

"I said I was arguing on behalf of the advisor, and I was afraid it would hurt his health."

Guo Ziyuan squatted as he walked, picking up large pieces of debris and putting them into a plate. He looked up, his delicate features clear and calm.

A single sentence can lead to a misunderstanding.

The second sentence, which repeats the same meaning, can absolutely not be explained away as a slip of the tongue.

"What right do you have to speak here?"

"You're arguing? What gives you the right?" An Luming was so angry that he felt like his head was about to explode.

Guo Ziyuan continued to look up, squatting as he walked, saying, "I don't even have the right to speak here? Then what are you arguing about?"

"Just talking nonsense?"

"To fabricate a talent-loving persona for something so trivial?"

"Or am I just a pretext, a target you're using to settle old scores?"

"You want me to carry a psychological burden?"

Ding Xianqi had already pushed open the door. After entering, he kicked Guo Ziyuan in the butt.

"Come with me."

Huang Zhao gave Ding Xianqi a cold look: "Ding Xianqi, what are you doing here? You have absolutely no right to speak here."

"Get out!"

Ding Xianqi is just an associate professor; today's scene has absolutely nothing to do with him.

Ding Xianqi was yelled at and went out the door again.

No one could find the logic in Guo Ziyuan's words.

If Guo Ziyuan doesn't even have the right to speak, then what the hell are you arguing about?

Wouldn't it be better to go home for the holidays?

Guo Ziyuan, a master's student in trauma surgery, said, "What are you trying to say?!"

Guo Ziyuan squatted down and picked up a shard of porcelain from the left: "What I want to say is, stop making a fuss."

"Is arguing useful? What problem can it solve?"

"Is this really the only practical problem? My advisor wants me to go to the countryside early to gain experience, but the orthopedics department is worried about what other teachers will say and won't let me go?"

Guo Ziyuan was proactively trying to save face for An Luming and the others.

Actually, Huang Zhao's outburst today wasn't about this issue.

Huang Zhao was questioning why Chen Zhiyuan had secured "preferential treatment" for his students in advance!

This is a series of questions from the current department heads!

An Luming's voice calmed down: "So you think you're qualified to go?"

"On what grounds?"

"Just with your mediocre skills?"

Guo Ziyuan looked up, his tone calm: "Director An, you call this a mediocre cat?"

"Yes, you're used to being high and mighty. You look down on me."

"But you call my skills just mediocre?"

Guo Ziyuan glanced around at the people sitting there and said rudely, "Among you people sitting here, how many of you my age can match my amateur skills?"

"Except for Professor Long."

The crowd's expressions changed, and they found it difficult to refute.

However, Guo Ziyuan's words made Huang Zhao's expression change.

Making such sweeping generalizations is rather disrespectful.

You can be very excellent, but you cannot disrespect your seniors.

Medicine is about ability, not qualifications.

You are young, and your future is limitless, but that means you will be better than others in the future, not that you are better than others now.

However, having spent some time with Guo Ziyuan, he didn't think Guo Ziyuan was being unreasonable, so he didn't interrupt.

Guo Ziyuan withdrew: "I only meant those three words, 'a mediocre person,' as you mentioned, Director An. I didn't mean anything else."

"The problem we need to solve is whether I can go, and whether I am qualified to do this."

"My advisor thinks I'm qualified to go."

"The directors think I'm not qualified to go, is that all?"

"Then everyone started bringing up old grievances and tearing each other apart. Wasn't that the trigger for this whole thing?"