At seven thirty in the evening, in a quiet open-air barbecue courtyard.
The light was soft, water murmured nearby, and the smell of grilled meat filled the air.
Zhang Tiesheng slowly poured wine for Yao Xin. "Uncle, why didn't you help stop Lu Cheng from going to the Trauma Center?"
"I'm still planning to rely on Lu Cheng to pull me up in the future."
Yao Xin asked, "Stop him? Why would I stop him?"
"Right now Lu Cheng works in the Emergency Department. He already has an inherent conflict of uneven capabilities with many second-line doctors from the specialties."
"Patients Lu Cheng can keep in the OR, the specialist doctors might not be able to handle. Over time, that whole group's career prospects will be ruined."
"They're all fanning the flames. What grounds do I have to stop it?"
Zhang Tiesheng had seen Lu Cheng's capabilities while following Chen Song, but that was after the decision had been made to send Lu Cheng to the Trauma Center.
