Li Chu had experienced this kind of pressure before.
From the day he entered Peking Union Medical College Hospital as a disciple of Master Yang, his actions were scrutinized under a magnifying glass.
He cannot afford to make the slightest mistake. If there is even the smallest problem, many people will jump out to point fingers and criticize him, as if he has committed some huge, unforgivable error.
Therefore, he had to be very careful in everything he did.
If the pressure he faced back then was like that of an ordinary six-story building, then the pressure Li Wenxuan faces today is like that of the future China World Trade Center.
This is a problem that all second-generation leaders have to face.
Some people are mature enough to overcome their difficulties, and their future achievements are limitless.
Some people feel that no matter what they do, others will only say, "Oh, this is so-and-so's child."
Since that's the case, I might as well just give up and do nothing, since I won't get any recognition no matter what I do anyway.
Everyone would take it for granted, so why don't I just do nothing and live a life of leisure and waiting to die? Why bother with all that effort?
Li Wenxuan fell into deep thought after hearing these words.
He understood perfectly what his father meant by those words; he had already encountered this kind of pressure during his previous internship.
On the one hand, there are doubts from patients and their families because he is too young, which is something that all young doctors cannot avoid.
On the other hand, there are your colleagues. These people won't look down on you just because you're young. They'll just think of you as Li Chu's son. It's normal for us not to know many things, but you shouldn't be ignorant of them.
Just like Shen Yi, who is only in his twenties but is already the head of a county.
While there are certainly reasons for this—he was born older and had a higher starting point, and also because of his future father-in-law Li Chu, who gave him a significant political achievement—his own efforts played a crucial role.
Just like that pharmaceutical factory, after Li Chu introduced it to him, Shen Yi worked day and night to organize the data, riding his bicycle to every place in the county.
When talking with foreign guests, he knows every piece of data and every place in the county like the back of his hand and can talk about it with ease.
It was precisely because of these factors that the pharmaceutical factory was able to successfully establish itself here.
Otherwise, if Li Chu thinks he can secure a multi-million dollar deal just by saying a few words, that's just wishful thinking and a gross underestimation of foreigners.
But others can't see these things; they can only see that he is the grandson of the old man, that his father is a war hero, and that his father-in-law helps him build up his political achievements.
Shen Yi was often troubled, and he also wanted to get rid of the Shen family's name.
But he also knew that the surname Shen was a mark etched into his bones, one he could never get rid of in this lifetime, so all he could do was work harder than others.
Today, the same pressure fell on Li Wenxuan's shoulders, even heavier than that of Shen Yi.
One is a county official whose mind is concerned with the basic needs of hundreds of thousands of people.
The other is the doctor, who faces life and death directly. If he is even slightly careless, someone could die.
After a long while, Li Wenxuan finally let out a heavy breath and looked up at his father with a very serious expression.
"Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm confident I can withstand any pressure and I won't care about other people's gossip. I'll turn all of that into motivation to grow."
I also believe that sooner or later, when people introduce me, they will say, "This is Dr. Li Wenxuan."
I hope that one day you and Mom can be proud of me.
Li Chu stared intently at his son for a long time, then a big smile slowly spread across his face.
"Okay, I'll wait for that day, and I believe you can do what you said you would do."
"Phew..." Li Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The pressure his father had put on him just now was really too much.
At that moment, he vaguely smelled a bloody odor.
He had seen the same imposing manner in his grandfather, in his sister's future father-in-law, and in his uncle.
"Wenxuan, keep writing your application. It's okay to feel pressure, but there's no need to put yourself under too much stress. You're only twenty-two after all."
"Okay, Dad."
Seeing his son pick up a pen and start writing his application, Li Chu smiled and picked up a book from the table to start flipping through it.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the swishing of writing and the occasional turning of pages.
...
Holding the two applications written by Li Wenxuan, Li Chu carefully read them through and then handed them to him.
“Go directly to the Political Department and find Director Gao. Just tell him I sent you. He’ll know what’s going on when he sees the documents.”
A knock on the door interrupted him.
"Come in"
"Sir, a woman named Duan Jianing is looking for you downstairs. She says she is your student."
Zhao Zhijun pushed open the door and said with a strange expression.
"who?"
Li Chu sat in a chair with his back to the office door, turned around and asked with a frown.
"She said her name was Duan Jianing and that she was your student."
"Where did I get students from?"
"Dad, is it the graduate student you're going to take on this year?" Li Wenxuan reminded him.
When he reminded him, Li Chu suddenly remembered that one of the two students he met in March of this year was a girl with that same name.
He had almost forgotten about it since it hadn't been mentioned for so long.
"Oh, yes, that's right. Zhijun, please have her brought up."
After Zhao Zhijun left, Li Chu muttered in confusion, "What's she doing here at this hour?"
"Wenxuan, wait a moment before you leave."
He stood up, walked behind his desk, and sat down in his chair.
"Dad, what's the name of your other student?"
Li Wenxuan felt it was best to remind him, lest his father forget again next time the student came.
loubiqu.
"Huh? Oh, I think his name is... Liu Ziqiang."
With so many things to do every day, even with his photographic memory, he would occasionally forget things.
Seeing his father's hesitant expression, Li Wenxuan lowered his head and chuckled silently.
"Sir, this is Duan Jianing."
"Reporting to Teacher Li, student Duan Jianing is reporting to you." Wearing a military uniform, she looked quite dashing.
"Zhijun, you can go down now."
"Xiao Duan, have a seat," Li Chu said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
"Thank you, teacher."
"Wenxuan, give...this should be considered your junior sister, pour her a glass of water."
Upon hearing this, Duan Jianing glanced at Li Wenxuan, who was pouring her water, as she sat down.
Strange, isn't this about self-reliance? Does Teacher Li have other students? Didn't I hear she only took in these two students?
"Junior sister, have some water!"
"Thank you, senior brother." Duan Jianing took the water and gave her senior brother a sweet smile.
It turned out that Li Wenxuan didn't even glance at her.
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