godfather of surgery

Chapter 311 Uneasy
Yang Ping ignored her as well. Competing with this kind of person is like barking at a mad dog.

In fact, it is said to be an acquaintance of Director Kong, probably an acquaintance of an acquaintance, and I don’t know how many circles.

"Don't go, stop for me—" the woman yelled, refusing to let go.

If it weren't for the relationship between the doctor and the patient, Song Zimo would have already kicked her out. Is there such a thing? She has already ignored her and insisted on not letting her go.

"You go to the United States for treatment, hurry up, don't delay your illness, we admit that your level is not good enough, you can't cure your disease, is that okay?" Song Zimo is fierce, his eyes can kill.

He glared at the woman, but the woman didn't dare to step forward to make a move. Looking at this tall young man, he was not a kind person, not to mention her, even her son couldn't take advantage of it.

Bao Junhao chased him out on crutches. Seeing his mother's angry look, he jumped up and down, and poked with his crutches: "Don't go, don't go if you have the guts, what the hell, I'll kill you——"

The kid was limping, looking like he was going to fight someone if he didn't accept it.

Yang Ping ignored them, didn't speak, and walked quickly, wanting to leave the scene as soon as possible. There are some things that he is not afraid of, so there is no need to compete with these people.

Song Zimo retreated while protecting Yang Ping. If the mother and son really did something, he wouldn't be polite, at least he couldn't let them hurt Yang Ping, and he was a karate person anyway.

A doctor immediately helped press the elevator in advance, Yang Ping got in, and Song Zimo followed, so the mother and son didn't catch up.

"Don't pay attention to them, there's no need to be angry about this kind of person." Song Zimo comforted Yang Ping.

On the contrary, Yang Ping was very flat: "It's okay, the exam is tomorrow, so I don't have time to be angry with them, he can see a doctor wherever he likes."

Yang Ping is not pretending, he is really calm, honed in the system space for a long time, he is calmer and more stable than others.

"Just think about it this way. Have a good rest today and do well in the exam tomorrow." Song Zimo patted him on the shoulder.

"Cory has worked hard for you these two days."

"You don't have to worry, Corey, and you don't have to worry about these two bird people. You can take the exam at ease."

The elevator opened, and the two got out of the elevator.

Yang Ping received a call from Director Han: "Xiao Yang, what happened in the Overseas Chinese Building just now—"

"Director, listen to my explanation——" Yang Ping naturally paid attention to Director Han's phone call, and he couldn't let Director Han misunderstand and worry.

Director Han's voice was loud: "Explain what, don't need to explain, you don't need to worry about these bad things, just pass the exam with peace of mind, that's it—"

"What? Did you really complain?" Song Zimo heard the call.

Yang Ping put down the phone: "It's okay, Lao Han said that I don't need to explain, I don't need to take care of these bad things."
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After preparing for so long, in just two days, the doctoral exam was over.

As soon as the exam was over, Lao Han called to ask how he was feeling.

Yang Ping didn't feel very good, and felt a little uneasy: "I don't feel very good, it should be fine when I go online—"

"After the exam, don't think about anything. Come back and drink tea and chat together. The big deal is to get an exemption from the exam next year. If it's a big deal, just postpone it for a year." Listening to Yang Ping's tone, Old Han seemed to lack confidence.

I thought about it before the exam, and generally a high score is enough, but I forgot it during the exam. I did every question seriously, and every point was deducted to death. I felt a little too hard.

Yang Ping did the math. Points would be deducted for English composition. For professional basics and professional courses, some questions with wrong or controversial standard answers would be deducted points. There would be no points deducted for other questions. The final score might be a bit ridiculously high.

The score is high, but I feel a little uneasy. Forget it, I can score as much as I want. Doesn’t Lao Han like high scores? Let him have fun.

"How is it? Is it okay to go online?"

Back to work in the department the next day, this was the question everyone was most concerned about. Zhang Lin and Xiao Wu attacked from both sides and asked.

Yang Ping didn't know what to say, so he evaded and said perfunctorily: "So-so, it's okay."

Then he waved his hand, the exam is over, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it, that's it, don't talk anymore.

"Is this a test?"

Looking at this expression, I didn’t talk about the exam when I came back. I probably failed the exam. No wonder, my brother is busy with surgery all day, so I don’t have time to read and revise. This doctoral exam, if you don’t revise, you can pass it. It’s not purely clinical.

If you smash it, you will smash it, come back next year, everyone knows it well, and it is not good to provoke Yang Ping, knowing that this pot will not open, so they will not mention this pot again.

"The application materials of Takahashi Fumiya and Fujiwara Miyuki, brother, look, if you approve, please sign here." Zhang Lin spoke carefully.

The application materials of these two people were sent by the medical and educational department yesterday, and Corey Zhang Lin was in charge of teaching, so the medical and educational department gave them to him.

Yang Ping looked through the application materials of the two carefully. Takahashi Bunya passed the Chinese Proficiency Test Level [-], and Fujiwara Miyuki passed the Level [-]. They have good educational background and clinical experience. In the column of self-expression, both of them wrote very sincerely.

They all meet the current department's requirements for advanced studies, and Yang Ping signed the word "agree" and his own name.

"The teaching in the department is under your control. In the future, the management must be strict and treat everyone equally. We must ensure that every advanced student can learn the real thing, and don't smash our brand when going out." Yang Ping told Zhang Lin that it is more appropriate for Zhang Lin to do these things .

"I like managing people, expert, brother, don't worry, I will strictly manage—" Zhang Lin is very happy, this job is on the right track.

Takahashi—Awesome, let you be awesome, don't squeeze your shit out, I wrote my words backwards, Zhang Lin thought of that bastard's awesome appearance, and wanted to hit someone.

"I mean, I'm good at managing this student team. I'm patient, serious, and empathetic to young people—" Zhang Lin found that using the word "management" was too bureaucratic, so he immediately corrected it.

"Xiao Yang, come in!"

Director Han waved at the door.

Yang Ping guessed that it should be the patient's complaint from the Overseas Chinese Building.

Sure enough, Lao Han didn't mention anything about Yang Ping's exam: "Let's put aside the matter of the exam now, and don't worry about it anymore. The patient complained about you two days ago, and we understand the situation. Don't worry about such things Pay attention, the hospital will not let her make trouble for no reason."

Lao Han poured tea for Yang Ping, Yang Ping hurriedly took the teapot and poured it himself, but Lao Han refused.

Lao Han sat down and said, "However, the customer service will still talk to you when the time comes. After investigating, you can just cooperate and say a few words. Let's go through the procedure. This patient's family has a lot of background, and he can also be arranged by real estate developers in City G." On the number, so I thought it was a big deal, you are right, we are doctors, we practice medicine standing up, not beggars, this family is also full of food, sesame seeds, and find someone to give to Dean Xia Putting pressure on you to apologize to them and give them an explanation, Dean Xia said, let him apologize by himself, maybe he will think about it, if Yang Ping is asked to apologize to them, there is no way!"

"Director, I am embarrassing you."

Yang Ping knew that if the family insisted on torturing, Dean Xia and Lao Han would definitely have to withstand a lot of pressure.

But if he wanted to apologize, Yang Ping couldn't do it, so why should he apologize to her.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
Dignity must be defended and not trampled on.

Normally, Yang Ping didn't bother to worry about trivial matters, so he just ignored them.

But this family member, that tone, what is I know your level is not good, what is the domestic medical level is like this.

Since you look down on her, why bother to see her?

Deliberately looking for a sense of presence?Deliberately to ridicule a few doctors in your own country?
I hate this group of people the most, eating the meat in the nest, and saying that the meat tastes bad all day long, thinking about how to smash the pot.

"Let's let go of the exam. There is no need to be burdened. Everyone has what they are good at. Next year I will help you get an exemption from the exam. It's a big deal." Old Han is more open than anyone else.

Before the exam, he chased after him the most; after the exam, he cared less than anyone else.

"Masao Fujiwara sent me an email and called me. He sent Fumiya Takahashi and Miyuki Fujiwara over to study. Have you read the application materials?" Old Han changed the subject.

Yang Ping nodded: "Zhang Lin gave me a signature today. I read it and it meets the conditions for our further studies. I have signed and agreed."

"A big boat has heavy responsibilities, while a handsome horse has a long way to go. In other words, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. In a popular saying, your goal is in the stars and the sea—" the old Korean said with a deep heart.

"I remember, Director!"

Yang Ping knew what Lao Han was thinking, and was afraid that he would be affected by this patient and have negative emotions.

(End of this chapter)