In the next few days, Yang Ming fully understood what it meant to 'choose the right one, only the expensive one'.

Originally, with the current situation of the middle-aged patient Ma Guoliang, only simple care was needed, but the families of these patients did not worry about the cost at all, the ward was the best to live in, and the food and drink were sent from a five-star hotel not far from the hospital, and finally even invited 4 24-hour escorts to chat with Ma Guoliang to relieve boredom.

After Yang Ming glanced at the charge sheet, he finally knew what it meant to be inhuman.

But he didn't say anything about it - people sent food to their department as soon as they arrived at the meal, and the orders were all high-end goods such as prawns and sea cucumbers.

Because there are many colleagues who follow Yang Ming Zhanguang, they eat people and have soft mouths, and soon the hospital's evaluation of Yang Ming is much better, and there is even a faint meaning of an outstanding young man.

Colleagues think about it clearly - it doesn't cost money to talk with his mouth anyway, and he has the confidence to eat and drink with two sentences, right?

It's a pity that the ordinary doctor is happy, but Feng Dazhi and his group are so angry.

Feng Dazhi also understands now, this Yang Ming and himself are eight character offenders, as long as he is better than himself, it is impossible to get better, plus he still has the surgical autonomy responsibility letter signed by himself in his hand, according to this trend, it will not be long before he becomes the signboard of surgery.

At that time, what else was there to do with yourself?

Feng Dazhi knew that there was an irresolvable contradiction between him and Yang Ming before, and even if he pinched his nose now and recognized his grandson, everyone would not be able to get along.

In this case, it can only be fought to the end.

Therefore, instead of watching Yang Ming climb up step by step, and then deal with it in a hurry when the time comes, it is not to take advantage of his lack of momentum and crush him to death first.

Thinking of this, Feng Dazhi didn't agree with Song Jianguo about it, and went to the vice president alone.

......

It's another morning, and a week has passed since Ma Guoliang's surgery date.

Yang Ming got up with a yawn and came to the hospital.

As soon as he entered the door of the surgical department, someone stopped him.

"Dr. Yang, your breakfast is already on your desk. ”

A waiter dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a square scarf hanging from his arm, smiled at him.

Yang Ming then glanced at his desk.

Grilled toast, fried eggs, bacon, sausages, cold-cut snowflake beef, nuts, various fruits, and down-to-earth fried dough with soy milk and flower roll noodles......

Yang Ming counted, looked at his desk being occupied again, looked at his colleague with an innocent face, and then signaled to the waiter not to care about it, and then waved his hand: "Eat it all!"

In the office, Ula screamed, and both men and women gathered around and ate a nonsense meal.

After the meal, it was already half past nine.

A colleague picked his teeth with a toothpick and said to Yang Ming: "Doctor Yang, have you heard, it seems that the above is going to transfer you to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine." ”

Yang Ming was stunned: "Who did you listen to?"

The Second Affiliated Hospital of Qinghe, where Yang Ming works, basically copied the development of Western style, and traditional Chinese medicine declined, and the patients received throughout the year were not even one-fifth of those in surgery.

If he is transferred to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is equivalent to an idle yamen, and if he wants to climb up, it is estimated that he will have to stay up until those old Chinese medicine doctors are all burping.

The colleague who provoked the conversation was waiting to explain, but before he could say anything, a cold snort came from behind.

"What are you talking about secretly? Personnel appointments and dismissals are decided by the president, and as doctors, you only need to abide by them. ”

Li Weidong, deputy director of surgery, appeared at the door of the department with a cold face, looked at the empty dinner plate on the desk, and felt very unhappy: "Yang Ming, you go to the Chinese medicine department to report now, and there will be nothing to do with you in the future." ”

Yang Ming glanced at him and said coldly: "Okay, tell Feng Dazhi for me, I remember this matter." ”

He understood that even if he quarreled with this Li Weidong, it would be useless, so he didn't say much, and got up straightforwardly and began to pack up his things.

When he went out, Yang Ming turned his head.

He sneered at Li Weidong, who had never left, and said: "I remember that he Feng Dazhi has always wanted to be the vice president, right?

Li Weidong's face changed - as Feng Dazhi's second vested interest after he was successfully elected as vice president, he understood Yang Ming's meaning very well.

The so-called comprehensive score of the department is the patient satisfaction and professional skill score of the doctors in the department.

According to Yang Ming's previous performance, no matter which department he is in, he can get a lot of points for the department during the assessment, and it is even likely to be the highest score.

There is no way to do it, he can do the operation so quickly and so well, and he is the only one in the Second Affiliated Hospital.

In this way, it is undoubtedly a big threat to Feng Dazhi.

It's okay, it's okay...... There are only three or two kittens and small fish in the Chinese medicine department, which adds up to less than half of the number of people in surgery...... Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, no matter how capable you are, you can still pull off the average score of three or four people by yourself?

Li Weidong comforted himself in his heart, and then saw that the doctors around him looked at him with sarcasm, and suddenly his face became colder, and he brushed his sleeves away on the spot.

......

Yang Ming quickly carried the box to the Chinese medicine department.

He originally wanted to go to the office of the director of the TCM department to report, but he was told by a passing doctor that there was no such thing as the director's office in the TCM department, because there were too few people, and everyone worked in a large conscultation room.

Yang Ming's heart is pulling out the cold-to what extent does this person have to be few?

When he went inside, he understood.

There was not a single figure in the audatorial room of about a hundred square meters, and Yang Ming counted the desks.

One, two, three, four, five, gone.

This Nima, there are only five doctors in the Chinese medicine department?

Yang Ming originally thought that even if the Chinese medicine department was in a recession, how could there be more than a dozen doctors after many years, right?

But now looking at the desk in front of him, Yang Ming suddenly found that the only thing in this place that was stronger than surgery was an office area of nearly ten square meters per person.

The future is bleak.

He sighed, found a place to put his things away, and wandered around boredly.

Turning inside and out, and not seeing a figure, Yang Ming shook his head, and was about to go to the storage room to find a table to come over, but as soon as his feet moved, he suddenly heard a slight noise in his ears.

Huh?

Thanks to the enhancement of the 'Mortal Ascending Stairs', his hearing has also been strengthened to a certain extent, and it only took a few seconds for Yang Ming to lock on to the source of the sound - the locker room.

Every department has this room, which is usually used to change the white coat, but for Yang Ming, that thing can be put on the body directly, and it is rarely the time to change it in the dressing room.

It was easy to find some popularity, Yang Ming was naturally a little curious, and when he saw that the door was not closed, he walked over directly and took a look inside.

At this look, Yang Ming was stunned.

He originally thought that it must be a man who changed clothes and didn't close the door, but only after looking at it did he realize that it was actually a woman inside.

Still a pretty woman.

This woman with chestnut hair, a face with the potential of a movie star, and a bumpy figure is concentrating on undressing.

Hey, that's not the ...... Xu Meimei?

Yang Ming suddenly remembered that he had seen this woman report to the personnel department some time ago, and when he was chatting with his colleagues and farting, he talked about which department people were photographed again, but he didn't expect to come to such a monk temple in the Chinese medicine department.

Yang Ming watched her take off her jeans, take off her blouse, and finally even start to untie her bra.

The tender flesh of Bai Huahua shook Yang Ming's mouth dry for a while, and the concave and convex feeling of his lower abdomen and buttocks aggravated the evil fire in his heart.

He actually wanted to leave, after all, it was immoral to peep at people like this.

But people are like this, when they think about everything, they are fine, but if they really want to do it, they are a little reluctant.

One more look, well, one more look.

So the next moment, Yang Ming, who had taken one more look, saw Xu Meimei's stunned eyes.

When they looked at each other, the air was quiet for a moment.

Yang Ming straightened up in embarrassment, took a step back with a smile, and was about to speak, when he saw a white openwork bra embroidered with flower petals flying towards his face.

"Smack!"

The bra hit his face, and Yang Ming took a breath.

A milky fragrance mixed with the smell of shower gel suddenly poured into the tip of his nose, and this unique fragrance of a girl made Yang Ming stupid all of a sudden.

But soon he was shocked back to his senses by the angry shouts that exploded in his ears.

"Stinky rascal, give me death!"

"Boom!"

Ouch!

Xu Meimei rushed up and punched Yang Ming in the small stomach, hitting him ...... No.

The girl already has little strength, and Yang Ming's physical fitness at the moment is far beyond that of ordinary people, so naturally there will be no problem.

However, he knew that he was at a loss, so he still pretended to scream, and jumped back by the way, avoiding Xu Meimei's pursuit.

"Stinky rascal!"

Xu Meimei was so angry that her teeth itched, and she glared at Yang Ming viciously in a white coat: "You have a lot of fun watching it?"

How could Yang Ming be stupid enough to admit this, and denied it again and again: "You misunderstood, I just came over and heard a noise inside, so I took a look, really, just a glance." ”

Xu Meimei sneered: "It's also a hooligan at a glance, you wait, I'll call the police!"

"Hey, you can't blame me for changing your clothes without closing the door, right?"

Yang Ming's eyes rolled: "Everyone is curious, I saw a changing room that didn't close, what's wrong with taking a look?"

Xu Meimei didn't expect Yang Ming to be so messy, gritted her teeth and said: "I don't close the door because there is no one else in the Chinese medicine department at this point in time! You are wearing a surgeon's clothes, you definitely have some dirty thoughts here!"

Yang Ming glanced at the number on his white coat and shrugged: "Nurse Xu, you are mistaken, I came to report from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine today, and ten minutes ago, I was transferred to your department by the vice president." ”

Xu Meimei's face stiffened, she didn't expect Yang Ming to really have a legitimate reason to come here, and she couldn't think of the reason for his 'conviction' for a while, although her heart was so angry, she could only hold her breath and say, "Get out!"