The next day.
9:40 in the morning.
Eastern Hospital's main conference room.
Inside the conference room, the directors and deputy directors of various departments of Eastern Hospital were all present. President Liu Shangming sat at the head, looking not at all relaxed.
The meeting officially starts at ten o'clock. There are still twenty minutes to go, so the directors and deputy directors of the departments are chatting.
"Senior, does the atmosphere today suggest something's going to happen?"
Zhao Heng sensed that today's atmosphere in the conference room was not ordinary and asked Liu Ziang, who was sitting next to him.
"Salary reduction, no less than thirty percent."
Liu Ziang slightly shook his head and said.
For a top surgeon like him, a thirty percent salary reduction is quite substantial. After all, the more you earn, the more you spend.
