Knowing that Song Lan was proficient in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine and was a genius in all departments, Qiu Mingxuan was naturally unwilling to be outdone by Mu Ting. He hoped that Song Lan could come to his department after giving birth so that he could learn more from her.
"We'll see how the hospital arranges it then."
Song Lan smiled in response to the two, but what she was thinking was that, rather than treating patients in the clinic, she actually wanted to develop drugs for those with terminal illnesses.
For example, after she came into this world, she learned about various types of cancer. Some can be effectively treated if detected early, while others are detected late.
Even with treatment, life can only be saved temporarily, and some are simply incurable!
Of course, drug development and clinical trials are inseparable. Even if she has the opportunity to enter the laboratory later, she will not abandon the clinical aspect.
After hearing what Song Lan said, Mu Ting and Qiu Mingxuan exchanged a glance but said nothing more.
"Dr. Mu, Dr. Qiu, you don't mind if I sit here with you, do you?"
Yao Qingwan walked over with a tray and stood next to Mu Ting. She acted as if she didn't see Song Lan and only greeted Mu Ting and Qiu Mingxuan.
Mu Ting pretended not to hear and continued eating.
Seeing Yao Qingwan's embarrassed expression, Qiu Mingxuan had no choice but to speak up: "Dr. Yao, what are you saying? This is the hospital staff canteen. You can sit at whichever table you want. There's no need to ask Dr. Mu and me for our opinions."
The implication was that since the dining table wasn't something he and Mu Ting shared, there was no need to go through the trouble of asking for their opinion.
Well, Qiu Mingxuan actually had another meaning. Yao Qingwan was clueless. Knowing that Mu Ting didn't like her, she still insisted on coming over to share a table, which was just asking for trouble.
Or rather, their skin is thicker than a city wall!
Yao Qingwan is a neurosurgeon, so she is not stupid. How could she not understand the meaning behind Qiu Mingxuan's words?
But she pretended not to understand. After listening to what Qiu Mingxuan said, she smiled at Qiu Mingxuan and shamelessly sat down on the dining chair next to Mu Ting.
Song Lan didn't like making a fool of herself, so since Yao Qingwan ignored her, she naturally pretended not to see her either.
Unexpectedly, when Song Lan was halfway through her meal, Yao Qingwan suddenly launched an attack: "You're the Dr. Song who just started working at our hospital a few days ago?"
"Comrade, are you talking to me?"
Song Lan met Yao Qingwan's gaze with a calm expression.
"Yes, I'm talking to you!"
What are you pretending for?!
Yao Qingwan was somewhat annoyed, but her expression remained unchanged.
"So, when you ask me a question, could you please tell me who you are first?"
Song Lan's expression remained calm and composed.
Yao Qingwan glared inwardly, but replied aloud, "My surname is Yao, and I work in the same department as Dr. Mu."
She paused, her eyes flickering slightly, her expression complex: "If I remember correctly, this isn't the first time Dr. Song and I have met, and I seem to have introduced myself to Dr. Song before."
Song Lan smiled: "Really? But if we've met before and you've introduced yourself to me, then I can tell Dr. Yao clearly that I never do anything impolite."
If that's the case, why did Dr. Yao pretend to be ignorant and ask me that question earlier?
In an instant, Yao Qingwan's cheeks burned. Despite her discomfort, she said, "Dr. Song's eloquence is truly admirable!"
"Same to you, Dr. Yao, there's no need to be modest."
Song Lan spoke calmly, yet anyone who heard her words would surely think three words: "Not to be trifled with!"
Okay, you could describe it as "not losing out"!
Yao Qingwan didn't stop there. She said sarcastically, "I heard that Dr. Song came from a rural hospital. Why don't you just stay at your original workplace?"
"You came to work at our hospital, aren't you afraid that you're not capable enough and will be sent back to your original unit?"
Mu Ting's face was grim. He was about to speak when Qiu Mingxuan shook his head.
"Dr. Song can handle it."
Qiu Mingxuan used eye contact to give hints.
Mu Ting understood the meaning in the other person's eyes, and swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue with a cold face.
"Dr. Yao, you know where I came from, but haven't you heard that I was specially transferred to our hospital by the organization and am currently the chief physician in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Song Lan's words were a slap in the face to Yao Qingwan, and a series of slaps at that.
What do you mean she shouldn't have stayed at her original unit? What do you mean she's not capable enough? If she weren't capable, would the organization have needed to specifically transfer her here?!
Furthermore, Song Lan didn't believe Yao Qingwan was unaware that she had performed surgery on Old Master Lu and the others here.
If they knew the truth, yet still made things difficult for them, they were simply so stupid and ignorant that it was astonishing!
Why should she argue with a fool?
Thinking this through, Song Lan decided not to pay any more attention to the other party.
Unexpectedly, Yao Qingwan became even more determined after the setback: "Is Dr. Song showing off?"
"Do I really need to?"
Song Lan smiled politely: "I'm just stating the facts."
"I want to see just how capable you are, Dr. Song, and whether you deserve the title of chief physician!"
Yao Qingwan struggled to maintain a calm expression. Her face darkened, and she casually tossed her chopsticks onto her plate, saying, "I'm full. Enjoy your meal!"
She got up, intending to take the tray and leave.
Song Lan smiled and said, "Dr. Yao, wasting food is not a good habit."
"...Who said I'm wasting food?"
Yao Qingwan was taken aback at first, but then reacted quickly and defended herself.
"It seems I misunderstood. I'm sorry, I apologize."
Song Lan maintained her smile, showing not the slightest bit of embarrassment.
Yao Qingwan felt that her few words with Song Lan were like punches hitting cotton; she was furious, but the other party was completely unaffected.
It's so frustrating!
It's not that I haven't thought about turning the tide, but alas, I'm powerless to do so...
Forcibly suppressing her emotions, Yao Qingwan picked up her plate, ignoring the gazes falling on her, and finally sat down at a table far away from Song Lan and the other two to eat.
"Dr. Song, is this you?!"
After Yao Qingwan walked away, Qiu Mingxuan gave Song Lan a thumbs up.
Seeing this, Song Lan smiled and shook her head: "I'm just saying what I think, I don't deserve your praise, Dr. Qiu."
"Dr. Song, there's no need to be modest!"
Qiu Mingxuan said, "Dr. Yao was picking on you with every word, but you managed to subdue her with just a few words. She's probably so angry she could vomit blood right now!"
"She brought this on herself; I didn't provoke her."
Song Lan looked completely at ease.
Mu Ting agreed with Song Lan's statement: "It was indeed Dr. Yao's own fault."
After a brief pause, he added, "Dr. Song is very well-mannered. If it were someone else, they would probably have started arguing right here."
"We're all colleagues at the same hospital, so we'll see each other all the time. As long as we can maintain a polite distance, that's fine. But if someone insists on making things awkward, I absolutely won't tolerate it!"
After finishing the last bite of her food, Song Lan stood up, picked up her plate, and said, "I'll be going now."
Mu Ting and Qiu Mingxuan nodded and watched her walk a distance away. Qiu Mingxuan remarked, "Dr. Song looks delicate and frail, but she speaks and acts with remarkable composure!"
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