Vice President Bi Yongqing came back from outside and handed the cell phone in his hand to President Liang.
This is what Dean Wu wanted to say to his old friend.
Dean Liang just happened to be thinking about talking to his old friend.
The two faced off online.
"How are you?" asked Dean Wu.
"I don't feel anything, except for the dizziness yesterday. What they say now may reflect my mentality, which is the same as many other patients' when I first heard the news." Director Liang expressed his feelings as a patient.
"Don't believe it, do you?"
"I don't believe it. Even I'm a doctor and I don't believe it."
"Cancer cannot be said to be a terminal illness. There is no such thing as a terminal illness in the world," said Dean Wu.
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Terminal illness means that the disease is incurable. However, in medicine, there is no such thing as letting patients live. Terminal illness should be a high label given by laymen to certain medical diseases.
"Let me think about it. I'm old enough now," Dean Liang said to comfort himself.
Compared to those cancer patients who died at a young age, Dean Liang lived a long life.
Dean Wu immediately said: "You are still young."
Dean Liang only acknowledged the facts: "No matter what, I will most likely retire."
A boss is a boss and will never be obsessed with fame and fortune.
Dean Wu didn't say anything.
The two were both friends and rivals, and the one who lost was not only a friend but also a rival.
The meaning of a good opponent is self-evident and more real than a friend.
"My subordinates are a little panicked." Dean Liang asked who he felt most sorry for about his illness and looked at Dr. Zhang Huayao beside him.
Zhang Huayao's face darkened.
"I believe they are excellent and can adjust to their current state and continue to lead the way for Guozhi in my place. However, I think they must need someone to help them at this time." Dean Liang said his plan, "I will report and apply to the higher-ups by then. I hope you can cooperate, Old Wu."
Dean Wu didn't need to think too much and replied, "Just tell me what you want."
"I want to call Dr. Bi Yongqing back to Guozhi."
"You--" Dean Wu almost wanted to curse.
It is understandable that Dr. Bi Yongqing was transferred to the National Association because the higher-ups wanted to find a successor for President Wu.
President Wu's agreement shows that he recognizes Dr. Bi Yongqing's ability and has made relevant preparations.
Now that President Liang wants the person back, it means that President Wu will not have a successor in the short term.
Dean Liang said, "There is no way. Our Vice Dean Zhang is excellent, but he is young. Young doctors should not be in the position of dean, because the dean has too many things to do. Young doctors like Vice Dean Zhang should be allowed to lead others in technical research. His best time should not be wasted when he still has energy and fighting spirit."
Director Wu wanted to curse in his heart, thinking that the other party had paved the way for the development of his hospital, what should he do?
Complaints are complaints, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, but in the final analysis, it is the disease that should be complained about, not Dean Liang. It is the doctors who are dedicated to fighting the disease.
Dean Wu immediately said: "I will communicate with the people above and agree with your plan."
"Old Wu, I wish you a long life." Dean Liang said to his old friend and old rival earnestly.
When your companions fall, you must continue to move forward and persevere until the young people behind you can take up the banner.
The path of medicine is endless and must be passed down from generation to generation. The burden on the shoulders of the predecessors is naturally heavier.
The ward was quiet.
Ms. Liang Xi's eyes were red, she knew this meant her father felt something and was making arrangements for his funeral arrangements.
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