Dr. Zhang stopped and waited for the older man to catch up. The two walked side by side. "I had my assistant investigate. The virus originated from eating bats overseas."
"I have had two experiences with viruses caused by eating bats."
"But this virus..."
When Dr. Zhang talks about his medical skills, his face is full of confidence and certainty about his abilities.
Wait until you leave the association building.
The man nodded with a look of relief, and his gaze toward Dr. Zhang became even more serious: "From what you've said, you already have a solution for dealing with the transmissibility of the virus, that's good."
"Although the virus has not yet spread to China, we must still be careful and take precautions."
"Dr. Zhang, if you can prevent this new virus from spreading in advance, your selection as a director of the Kyoto Medical Association will be a sure thing."
"At that time, no one will be able to shake your position."
A director of the Kyoto Medical Association—that's a position where you can practically walk around Kyoto with your head held high! Even high-ranking officials in the General Council would give you some face.
After all, who would offend a highly skilled doctor?
Dr. Zhang couldn't help but smile. Although he was overjoyed inside, he had to remain humble on the surface: "The position of director of the Medical Association requires going through layers of screening."
"My qualifications are still limited, and whether I can be admitted to the board of directors depends on the votes of all the senior members."
The man's smile deepened, and he spoke meaningfully:
"Dr. Zhang, you're too modest."
After a pause, the man glanced at Dr. Zhang's student standing to the side, too afraid to approach, and said, "Dr. Zhang, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
See you at the next meeting for the election.
After saying that, the man got into the car and drove away.
After watching the man leave, Dr. Zhang turned to look at the students who were walking towards him.
Dr. Zhang had noticed that the student wanted to talk to him when he left the meeting room, but the student saw that he was chatting with someone and did not disturb him, but followed him from a distance.
His students were very tactful and perceptive. After all, those who could follow him were all from powerful and wealthy families, and they were well-versed in human relationships from a young age.
Seeing the student approach, Dr. Zhang calmly asked:
"Tell me, what happened?"
The student's expression was somewhat complicated. The moment he learned of the incident, he rushed to the meeting room door, waiting for the teacher to come out so he could report to him.
The teacher has been in a meeting for three hours, and with their phone on silent, they definitely don't know about this yet.
After taking a deep breath, the student said indignantly, "Teacher, Mr. Yang is holding a birthday banquet for Mrs. Yang in three days."
"They said this banquet was prepared for Mrs. Yang, but in reality... it was..."
Dr. Zhang raised an eyebrow in displeasure and scolded the student: "Don't stutter when you speak."
The student observed Dr. Zhang's stern expression and then said, "It's because he wants to promote a young man. I recently heard that Mrs. Yang's condition has been cured."
"The person who cured Mrs. Yang was a miracle doctor that Leader Yang invited from out of town."
"It's all over high society now, saying that you've been treating Mrs. Yang's illness for so long without any effect, but this person cured the cause of her illness in just a few days. Everyone is discussing it in private, saying they want to meet that mysterious miracle doctor."
The students knew that Dr. Zhang was a narrow-minded person.
Although he was a highly skilled doctor, he was petty and narrow-minded. If he didn't tell Dr. Zhang about this matter immediately, Dr. Zhang would definitely stop his research project if she found out from someone else.
So when the students learned about this, they immediately came to see Dr. Zhang, not daring to hide anything from him.
The students cautiously observed Dr. Zhang's miraculous healing skills. Sure enough, Dr. Zhang's face darkened instantly after hearing that the person who cured Mrs. Yang was a mysterious miracle doctor.
"Who is that mysterious healer?"
"Is he from the Medical Association or the director of a major hospital?"
"What do you mean he cured a disease I couldn't cure in just a few days?!" How dare he ruin his reputation, especially during the peak of his career? Dr. Zhang wished he could know all his ancestors.
The students had inquired about the situation from various sources before they arrived, but the information they received was not very accurate.
But this was the most comprehensive information he could get: "It is said that... a young miracle doctor was invited from Luzhou, and he is exceptionally young."
"It seems to be related to the Zhou Group as well!"
"I remember the Zhou Group was quite popular a while ago. Recently, the Zhou Group developed a hair-nourishing shampoo, which I guess came from the doctors in that team."
The student carefully considered his answer before speaking.
Although he had tried to find out more, Mrs. Yang didn't say much about it in the wives' circle. The only key information he knew was that the person was from Luzhou, very young, and had excellent medical skills!
The students then discovered that within the past two days, Leader Yang had helped the Zhou Group in Luzhou handle a matter.
So, by combining information from multiple sources, the student told the teacher about the information they had gathered.
Although the investigation wasn't thorough, the students felt it was probably pretty close to the truth. Dr. Zhang had originally wanted to inquire about this mysterious doctor to see if his arrogance was due to someone backing him up.
But upon asking, he was surprised to learn that the doctor was just an unknown nobody in Luzhou. How dare this idiot, who was several levels below him, step on him to gain fame?!
Instantly!
Dr. Zhang's face darkened, and he harbored a deep resentment towards Zhou Yi. He angrily glared at the student and said with disdain:
"Since you've investigated so much, why don't you help me clarify things? I've been treating Mrs. Yang for so long, and her recovery must be due to the effectiveness of my previous treatment methods."
"Otherwise, how could he have improved in just a few days!"
"Damn it, what kind of beast dares to steal my credit? And you, didn't you even open your mouth? Just letting some unknown little doctor steal your teacher's credit?"
The student felt incredibly bitter after being scolded by Dr. Zhang, but he dared not argue back.
He lowered his head, enduring the scolding, and whispered, "Teacher, it's not that I don't want to speak up for you, but this matter involves higher-ups."
"I'm afraid only if you personally publish an article to condemn this matter can you change the upper class's opinion on it. By the way, I have already drafted an article and would like to ask you to take a look first."
"If possible, I will publish it online in your name immediately."
Dr. Zhang took the article printed out by his student. The writing was solid, and the whole thing was full of flowery language and veiled criticism.
It is indeed a very good article.
“It can be posted, but…” Dr. Zhang looked at the student, his tone leaving no room for argument: “It must be posted in your name.”
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