At this moment, Dean Sun emerged from the back and asked, somewhat bewilderedly, "Doctor Chen, what are you doing?"
"Dean, there's a rude man here. Look, he's even put his feet on your desk. Such disrespect is profound. I'll have security remove him." Chen Qing began to complain, hoping to gain some favor and make things easier for later. As for the unspoken rules, the dean was old, so whether he could enforce them remained a question.
Dean Sun was indeed old. He was almost seventy this year. He hadn't retired at this age simply because he was clinging to power, because he hadn't yet nurtured his son. As a doctor himself, he could probably delay his retirement through connections. After all, such delays were generally approved, provided there were no physical or mental problems.
It's far better for an elderly person to contribute to society than to wait for death on his pension.
Seeing Chen Qing's expression, Dean Sun wanted to slap her. He had been eager for Zhao An to come, but someone was actually trying to get him out? "How dare you! This is Young Master An. Young Master An is an honorary physician in our hospital. If you don't know, then stop making such a fuss. And why don't you apologize to Young Master An!"
Chen Qing was a little confused. This young man was an honorary physician? She found it hard to believe, but she couldn't doubt it. The dean had more experience than she did and wouldn't fabricate facts out of thin air. She also had a feeling that she had hit a wall and offended someone! "An, Young Master An. Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm truly sorry."
Zhao An was indifferent. "You're here to talk to Old Sun, right? Come in and sit down. Let's talk."
Chen Qing was stunned. Her skin was very fair, delicate and well-maintained from being a doctor. She was a little thin, not the plump type, but her face was nice—pretty, not stunning. Overall, she was a mature, fair-skinned doctor, very attractive at first glance.
"Go in, huh. Show some respect to Young Master An. He's a physician who's helped the hospital diagnose and treat difficult and complicated cases, and his skill is far superior to yours." Dean Sun snorted, his expression unkind to Chen Qing, who had nearly gotten herself into trouble.
Realizing the trouble she'd gotten herself into, Chen Qing trembled slightly, her body trembling with fear. She knew how terrifying it was to offend a superior. They could just assign you a dangerous surgery. If it went well, the hospital would be honored. If it didn't, you'd be fired, and a mention of a fatal surgery would be on your resume, impacting your life.
Zhao An took out a cigarette and tossed one to Dean Sun. "Old Sun, you've been living so carefree lately."
"Not at all. It's all about hard work, Young Master An. How are you?" Dean Sun personally lit Zhao An's cigarette, which had a different meaning in Chen Qing's eyes. It only showed that Zhao An's status and position had far exceeded her imagination and understanding, reaching a level she couldn't even begin to reach.
Zhao An blew out a smoke ring, his expression still carefree. "Alright, Doctor Chen, right? Just tell me what you need. I can't make the decision on anything."
"Yes, tell me what it is. I can't make the decision, but Young Master An can." Dean Sun wouldn't let Zhao An down at this moment. He knew what Zhao An wanted, and he was sure to comply. If his wife weren't so old, he'd be eager to send her to Zhao An's bed.
Look at Zhang Xingrong. Her title was downgraded before the Chinese New Year. She's a senior professor, hasn't been promoted, but her salary is good. A promotion in the future will be easy; the foundation has been laid.
Besides, Dean Sun knew one thing: Hailing Pharmaceutical Company's kidney failure drug was nearing completion and had been promoting it recently. Zhao An's contribution was in no small part to this. Furthermore, domestically produced drugs could outperform imported ones. Supporting local brands was undoubtedly a priority for the local market.
Therefore, maintaining a good relationship with Zhao An was paramount. Besides, he also needed his son to be close to Zhao An.
Chen Qing felt a little embarrassed by the look on her face. "I-I want to be selected for this year's professional title selection."
"Hmph, the selection will be announced naturally. Doctor Chen, instead of taking shortcuts, you should think more about how to improve yourself. Is this what a doctor should do? If you have enough ability, you will naturally be selected. If you don't, you won't. Hmph, you really disappoint me." Dean Sun scolded mercilessly. He was playing the bad guy and asking Zhao An to be the good guy.
Chen Qing felt deeply wronged by the scolding. If she hadn't known about the shady selection process, why would she have tried to find excuses? "I-I'm sorry, Dean, I was wrong."
"Old Sun, don't be so harsh. I'm curious about Doctor Chen's reason for wanting to be selected. Please step out for a moment. I'll talk to her privately," Zhao An ordered, his tone clearly commanding.
Dean Sun showed no displeasure; he was even a little excited. To him, it was clear he was treating him like one of his own! "Understood, understood. Chen Qing, Young Master An is not only an honorary physician at our hospital, but also a renowned entrepreneur. Tell us your story."
After Dean Sun left, Zhao An looked at the uneasy woman. "How old are you?"
Chen Qing was surprised and a little uneasy. "Thirty-eight."
"Which department?" Zhao An continued to question.
"Gynecology." Chen Qing tilted her head back, not daring to look at Zhao An. His eyes were too lustful, like an undisguised pervert, obsessed with playing with women.
"What's your family situation?" Zhao An pressed, his tone beginning to warm.
Chen Qing was startled. "I, I'm married, I have a husband, and I have a son."
"Why do you want to be considered for a professional title? Don't tell me academic nonsense. I need you to tell me the truth," Zhao An said calmly, his tone heavy and subdued.
The atmosphere gradually grew solemn, a solemnity that made Chen Qing feel breathless. Even the dean didn't have this kind of pressure, so how could this young man possibly possess it?
"I want a higher salary. I need the money," Chen Qing answered truthfully.