Director Jiang had obviously known the result a long time ago, so no matter what others said, he still held his water cup with his eyes closed, his expression neither happy nor sad.
But despite so many doubts and discussions, he did not even say "quiet", which actually shows his attitude.
Who doesn’t want a topic?
Whoever gets the topic will not only be able to write one or N papers in the future, but also add luster to his resume.
It can also lay a good foundation for your future campaigns for positions, job titles, or even part-time work on professional medical committees.
This is not just fame, there is also profit.
Doctors earn very little these days. If they have a project, they will have funding, and this money is controlled by the applicant.
As long as you are not too greedy, the higher-ups will generally turn a blind eye and some of the money will go into your pocket.
There is only one piece of cake, and so many doctors are waiting to be fed.
It was always a situation where there were too many people and too little food. Ever since Chen Chun came to work in the Department of Gastroenterology at the Provincial First Hospital, she had almost eaten the cake alone.
This actually secretly offended the vast majority of colleagues.
This time, even Director Jiang’s project was not passed. As you can imagine, the old man was not in a very happy mood.
Chen Chun had no choice. She had a very strong personality and never thought about withdrawing from the project application to please her colleagues.
In her eyes, whoever's research topic is meaningful and can make greater contributions to medicine should pass the final application. Can this be allowed?
Look, this is the thinking of young people. If Comrade Gu Wei were to be the advisor, he would definitely have a different opinion.
At this time, Dr. Liu Jiayuan stood up and asked:
"Comrade Chen Chun, why didn't my project pass again? I've had it reviewed by Deputy Section Chief Peng of the Science and Education Department, and he said it should be passable."
Liu Jiayuan, a senior doctor in gastroenterology, is 56 years old this year and is not far from retirement. He is thinking about doing a few projects before retirement to improve his professional title so that he can get more pension in the future.
The old comrade became anxious when he saw that his project was not approved. Besides, given his age, he was not afraid of Chen Chun's background.
Chen Chun put down the materials and said helplessly:
"Doctor Liu, I really don't know why your project was not approved. I'm not a member of the hospital's academic committee, and I didn't participate in their discussions at all."
Liu Jiayuan was furious: "Don't you know? Don't you know how you always get the projects? Isn't it just because of your grandfather from Hong Kong?"
Chen Chun also got angry when he heard it:
"What does my research project application have to do with my grandfather? For example, I'm applying for antiviral treatment for hepatitis B, and your research is about the relationship between sleep quality and disease recovery. Who do you think the hospital will choose?"
Liu Jiayuan snorted softly:
"Why are you so anxious? If you're not feeling guilty, why are you so anxious? The public's eyes are sharp. Do you think they can't guess the dirty work going on behind the scenes?"
Chen Chun threw the documents aside and was about to speak when he was stopped by Zhan Aiju.
"Doctor Liu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. If you think your project is good, then you should report it to the dean or the Science and Education Department. What's the point of yelling at a young doctor in the department? Right?"
"Young doctors? Shouldn't young doctors respect their elders? Shouldn't young doctors be more humble and eager to learn, instead of just eating their own food? Tell me, are there any young doctors like that?"
Liu Jiayuan was also very angry. This was almost the last train, and it concerned his retirement salary, so he was willing to take the risk.
The other doctors were avoiding glances. Although they didn't dare to openly offend Chen Chun, their expressions of approval also revealed their thoughts.
Chen Chun and Zhan Aiju glanced at Jiang Tianshui at the same time, thinking that Director Jiang would say something.
The result disappointed them. Director Jiang had no intention of stopping Dr. Liu at all, and didn't even raise his eyelids.
Chen Chun couldn't help but feel sad...
After the meeting, the other doctors left their offices and went back to their clinical work.
Only Chen Chun and Zhan Aiju were left in the office. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"Aiju, it seems I've caused you a lot of trouble this time. I should have taken you to the gastroenterology department."
"What are you talking about? We are still friends. If I don't help you, who will?"
Chen Chun sighed and said, "Don't worry about them. Let's do our own thing. If it doesn't work out, we can go to Yuezhou Hospital."
Zhan Aiju chuckled:
"Your brother is now the vice-president? That's hilarious! Back in Ke Town, he rolled pills with us and told us how much money he would make in a month. Who would have thought such a money-grubber would become the vice-president?"
Chen Chun also laughed: "Who knows where he gets all those clever ideas, but his word is law in the hospital, and he lives a much more comfortable life than us."
After the two of them talked, they both felt much better.
As a result, something strange happened again in the afternoon.
As soon as the afternoon shift started, the head nurse grabbed Chen Chun, looked around to see if there was anyone around, and said softly:
"Xiaochun, have you heard? Many doctors from the department went to the hospital at noon to complain. They think your project on treating hepatitis B should be assigned to the infectious disease department and shouldn't take up space in the gastroenterology department."
When Chen Chun heard this, she was shocked. This was like cutting off the source of the trouble. In order to attack her, some people had tried every possible means.
In the 1980s, hospital departments were not so divided.
For example, for the treatment of hepatitis, the gastroenterology department can accept the patients, as can the infectious disease department, mainly to gain revenue and compete for patients.
The gastroenterology department says that liver, gallbladder, gastrointestinal diseases are gastroenterology diseases, and hepatitis is of course also gastroenterology. Patients with complications caused by hepatitis, such as cirrhosis, ascites, portal hypertension, etc., are also gastroenterology patients.
The infectious disease department also had a very good reason, because hepatitis is contagious, so there is no problem in sending the patient to the infectious disease department (infectious disease department).
However, most hospitals these days do not have infectious disease departments, so hepatitis patients default to going to the gastroenterology department for their first consultation.
Now, in order to ruin Chen Chun's research project, these doctors would rather lose this group of patients, and they have basically torn their faces apart.
The key point is that Jiang Tianshui's attitude is very unclear. He neither said he supported nor said he did not support it, and he remained silent.
But we are all adults, how can we not understand some things?
Sometimes silence is actually an attitude.
When Chen Chun heard the news, he asked for leave in the afternoon.
She didn't go to the hospital to verify, nor did she use her connections to suppress the matter, nor did she contact her colleagues in the department.
Instead, I walked around West Lake alone, thinking about where my future path would lie...
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