Chapter 41 Obtaining Qualification for International Conferences

When Yang Wuxi came back, his eyes were red. Chu Fan was wondering why Yang Wuxi, who claimed to shed blood but not tears, would cry. Then he found that Yang Wuxi was grinning and wanted to fight with Zhou Cheng again.

"Stop insulting people."

Zhou Cheng dodged slightly when he saw the fist coming towards him, then exerted force and threw Yang Wuxi to the ground.

"Teacher Zhou!" Chu Fan quickly went over and helped Yang Wuxi up, then held his arm to prevent him from provoking Zhou Cheng again.

"You don't even know about Charcot triad. If you're not stupid, who else would be?" Zhou Cheng took off his mask and went to wash his hands.

Su Qingyan sat aside and watched the fun, thinking that Yang Wuxi didn't seem like a man of courage but no strategy, so why was he so reckless now?

When Chu Fan heard Zhou Cheng say this, he was speechless. The end of the semester was almost here. Did Yang Wuxi want to fail the exam?

Zhou Cheng didn't want to waste time talking to the uncooperative student. Seeing Yang Wuxi's indignant look, he told him that he would take back his words if he could get 90 points in the final surgery exam.

A score of 90 wasn't a big deal for Chu Fan, but for Yang Wuxi, who had been slacking off for the entire semester, it was simply unbelievable. Zhou Cheng couldn't understand why Yang Wuxi was so poor. Mincheng Medical University was ranked among the top medical schools in China, and getting in was rare in any province. Was it because he had a grandfather who was the dean?

Su Qingyan watched Yang Wuxi leave with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. After the door closed, he pounced directly on Zhou Cheng.

"Doctor Zhou is so fierce."

"I can't stand his arrogant look." Zhou Cheng patted him on the back and asked him to come down.

"His father is the director and his grandfather is the dean. If I were in his place, I would be even more arrogant than him." Su Qingyan still hung on him and refused to get down.

"How arrogant do you want to be? You are already very arrogant, Mr. Su." Zhou Cheng used both hands to pick him up and put him back on the chair.

"Do you hate me too?" Su Qingyan still had her hands on his shoulders.

"Do you want to be beaten too?" Zhou Cheng looked at him, his lips curled up and his eyes softened.

"Brother, what are you going to hit me with?" Su Qingyan leaned forward and rubbed his lips against Zhou Cheng's Adam's apple.

"Stop it..." Zhou Cheng pushed him away again, then straightened his white coat, "I'm going to be in the hospital tonight, you go home."

"It's hard to sleep alone..." Su Qingyan sighed softly, "You eat first, I'll go back after you finish eating."

The next day, Su Qingyan came to the hospital again. This time, he did not go to the inpatient department, but went directly to the dean's office.

The assistant handed the document to the dean with both hands. The dean looked at it for a while and signed it directly.

"Dean Wu, it's a pleasure working with you." Su Qingyan stretched out his hand and shook hands with the dean.

"Mr. Su, please let me know if you have any needs in the future." The dean remained calm on the surface, but he was actually very happy.

"There is indeed one thing, Dean Wu."

When He Zhu heard Su Qingyan say this, his heart immediately erupted like a volcano. What was this ancestor going to do?

"Have you finalized the selections for the International Hepatobiliary Surgery Conference?"

"Mr. Su, do you have a suitable candidate?" Dean Wu immediately understood.

"Is it difficult to add a place?" Su Qingyan didn't want to make things too ostentatious.

"This..." The dean was a little troubled. The number of places for international conferences like this is determined by the organizers, and adding one would be really troublesome.

Su Qingyan just looked at him without saying anything. The dean quickly went through his connections in his mind and then nodded.

“It’s not impossible to do it, but the materials used for the speeches at the meeting still need to be of high quality.”

"Don't worry about the business, Dean Wu. I won't bother you with the hotel and air tickets. I'll take care of the other trivial matters. Just give me a place to participate." When Su Qingyan heard him say this, he knew there was definitely a chance.

"Mr. Su, wait for my call."

Geng Shili was transferred back to the general ward the next afternoon. Zhou Cheng followed Director Li to make rounds and saw that in addition to Director Geng's daughter, Chu Fan was also in the ward.

Chu Fan looked a little embarrassed when he saw Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng didn't give him any extra glances. Instead, Geng Shili patted his arm and said that the young people are formidable. Director Li felt his face light up when he saw that Dean Geng was so satisfied with Zhou Cheng. Although Zhou Cheng's personality was average, other aspects were simply impeccable.

When they left the ward, Chu Fan followed them out. Director Li walked straight to the office, and Zhou Cheng stopped at the corner of the corridor.

"Teacher Zhou, I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday. I apologize to you on behalf of Yang Wuxi." Chu Fan said respectfully.

"Let him apologize himself." Zhou Cheng said, hugging his shoulders.

"He's reviewing...studying in the dormitory..."

After returning home last night, Yang Wuxi vowed to get 90 points in the exam to give Zhou Cheng a slap in the face, and then opened the surgery course that he had not touched for a whole semester. In Chu Fan's opinion, this was simply a fantasy, but he also secretly hoped that Yang Wuxi would succeed, so he quietly put the review notes he summarized on his desk.

Before Zhou Cheng returned to the ward, he was called away by the director again. On the way to the director's office, he felt that the director had been too close to him recently, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Zhou Cheng, are you ready for the meeting in Los Angeles at the end of the month?" Director Li went straight to the point.

"I was just about to submit the materials for the meeting to the Medical Department this afternoon." Zhou Cheng didn't expect that the director would look for him for this matter.

"Well, okay." Director Li knew that all the doctors in the department knew that these meetings were reserved for the director, and that there was little serious preparation. However, Zhou Cheng certainly didn't disappoint him. "The Medical Department said the organizers have added an extra spot this time. Can you see if there are any materials that need to be improved or supplemented?"

"Okay, thank you, Director."

The director's words were a clear indication. After Zhou Cheng left the office, he returned to his office, turned on his computer, and read the speech again. He felt that it was perfect and there was nothing that needed to be changed, so he sent it directly to the medical department's email address.

Just before the end of his shift, Zhou Cheng received a call from the Medical Department, instructing him to prepare his ID card, qualification certificate, license, diploma, professional title certificate, and a passport valid for at least six months, and submit them the next day. Zhou Cheng wanted to inquire about the details, but the person said they didn't know and that he could go to the Medical Department tomorrow to ask the supervisor.

Su Qingyan called Zhou Cheng and told him to wait at the usual place. Zhou Cheng went downstairs, his mind heavy. There was no way the materials he had just submitted could be approved so quickly, right? Could it be that the director's words that afternoon weren't telling him that he had a chance, but rather a subtle reminder to attend the meeting? But the director hadn't even looked at his presentation materials. What if he hadn't prepared at all?

As he walked out of the gate, Zhou Cheng was startled by two car horns.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Qingyan lowered the car window and shouted at him.

"Jinghu is almost ready. Shall we go there today?" Su Qingyan turned to him after he sat down.

"I have to go home today. I'll go get my ID and use it tomorrow." Zhou Cheng wondered when his passport would expire. After a rough calculation, it seemed to be soon.

"What ID do you need?" Su Qingyan asked curiously.

"Graduation certificate or something." Zhou Cheng didn't say much. He was afraid that it might be a misunderstanding and he would be too excited for nothing.

After returning home, Zhou Cheng quickly found all his documents and found that his passport was indeed valid for less than 6 months.

"What do you want to do with your passport? Are you going abroad?" Su Qingyan asked knowingly.

"The hospital wants it. I'll go ask tomorrow." Zhou Cheng put away all the documents and looked at Su Qingyan. "Going out to eat? It seems there's nothing else at home."

"Is it the meeting in the United States? Let's go out and have something delicious to celebrate." Su Qingyan happily pushed Zhou Cheng out.