"Weiping, come to my neurology department. I will teach you everything I know and there's a lot of surgical experience you can learn from. I'll also apply for some special funding from the hospital..."
"The emergency department is still better. After all, you've been here for two years and are familiar with your colleagues. You might not be used to it if you move to another place!"
"Director Duan, young people are more adaptable than you think! Don't underestimate them!"
Tong Yanqiu couldn't stand it anymore, so this reason was also brought up.
I'm really drunk.
"I'm doing this for his own good!" Duan Fei said.
…
The two began to argue, and the argument became heated.
Wei Ping didn't say a word.
He must make a choice today, otherwise he will be promoted but not know what to do.
He has his own ideas about changing majors.
First, he set two possibilities for himself.
If he is still in the emergency room, he wants to work the day shift, and only the day shift!
Why? Because he had to use his evenings to treat patients in the inpatient department.
Also, he wanted a more normal routine.
In the past two years, he has been living a reversed day and night life, which is a bit too much for him.
You are still young now, but if you get old in the future, it will be over.
If Duan Fei doesn't agree, he will settle for the second best and follow Tong Yanqiu in neurosurgery.
This was a last resort.
Once he chooses neurosurgery, the space for his own operation will be relatively small.
After all, not everyone's disease is as easy to cure as Pan Liyun's.
If the disease cannot be cured, time is wasted and no money is earned.
That would be a big loss.
"Directors, could you please listen to me for a few words?"
Wei Ping asked.
The two of them stopped.
So what does Wei Ping want to say?
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