An Yue: ? ? ?

General Surgery Department, Provincial People's Hospital, Ward.

Zheng Mengxian looked intently at the "stubborn" woman before him, scratching his head: "An Yue, what exactly have you been through?"

"Why is she so tightly wrapped up?"

"I've already confessed to you. I was just joking with you before."

"Is this misunderstanding really that hard to clear up?"

An Yue still wore her hair in a simple bun, tight jeans, and stood with her hands in her pockets, at least five meters away from Zheng Mengxian.

"Mr. Zheng, I already knew all that you were saying."

"If you're here to check my medical records, go ahead."

"You're the chief resident, and I respect your stringent requirements regarding the department's medical records!"

"But there's really no need to talk about the rest."

"My criteria for choosing a partner has always been this: we can only have a chance if you are better than me. Otherwise, it's out of the question!"

"This has nothing to do with family background."

An Yue raised his chin, looking directly at Zheng Mengxian, his face still full of wariness.

Zheng Mengxian raised his hands: "Okay, okay, I understand. This is not the reason I came to see you today."

"I know I was wrong, can you please not withdraw from the training?"

"The residency training office has already spoken to me. I apologize, please let me go, okay?"

Zheng Mengxian is, of course, the chief resident, in charge of all residency training in hepatobiliary surgery.

However, there are differences between different types of standardized residency training.

Regular residency training, it's just like that, you get a beating.

During master's degree residency training, being scolded is just that—a minor matter. The supervisor won't come to their aid and scold them back.

It's understandable that our residency training is a bit strict; if you're in another department, you have to follow their rules.

No department will fawn over you or lower their standards for you just because you are an employee of the hospital.

But you, Zheng Mengxian, have caused a resident trainee in our institute to have to withdraw from the program.

It seems that Anyue hasn't made any mistakes yet.

What are you doing?

Zheng Mengxian deeply regrets provoking An Yue, this "neurotic" man.

Seriously, she really is a bit crazy!

You could say that...

If An Yue were to say now that he wants to withdraw from the residency training program because of Zheng Mengxian's targeting!

Then Zheng Mengxian's hospitalization can be extended for two years!

The hepatobiliary surgery department must take responsibility and give the hospital an explanation.

People in the endocrinology department must step forward to support the hospital's staff!

"I'm withdrawing from the training program, and it has nothing to do with you, Mr. Zheng." An Yue wouldn't easily change his mind once he had made up his mind.

"But you applied to withdraw during your residency training in our department."

"Besides, I was the one who said your medical records were poorly written, so what does that have to do with me?"

"Human hearts are unpredictable. Now, the head of your endocrinology department is talking to the head of our hepatobiliary surgery department, which has something to do with you." Zheng Mengxian's scalp tightened a little.

"so what?"

"I have already given an explanation."

"My temporary withdrawal from the training is for personal reasons. Whether others can understand or not is none of my concern," An Yue said coldly.

Zheng Mengxian practically knelt before An Yue: "Big sister, I beg you, please slow down a bit more!"

An Yue's tone was firm and serious: "Not good!~"

"I can go to our director and tell him the real reason I'm withdrawing from my training program. But that doesn't cover up what you're doing regarding the quality of my medical records."

"These are two different things, with different causes and effects, but both are facts."

Zheng Mengxian was in utter despair at that moment.

This morning, the head of the hepatobiliary surgery department spoke with him, and the head's meaning was very clear.

You can enjoy romantic moments with An Yue, you can be jealous of each other, and it's okay for you young people to have sex in cars outside.

But don't damage the hospital's reputation, and don't damage the department's reputation.

Don't let your relationship with hepatobiliary surgery and other specialties be affected!

If the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery were to set a precedent for the residency training of doctors in our hospital, he would be relentlessly criticized by the department heads at the next few years' director meetings!

"Big sister, I beg you, please let me go, I know I was wrong," Zheng Mengxian said.

"Give me a way out, give me a chance to sincerely express my apology."

An Yue blinked: "Feelings aren't about jealousy or gambling."

"Your motives were impure from the start; you just used me as a puppet. You wanted objective evidence to prove that you were more capable and resourceful than others."

"childish."

Zheng Mengxian nodded and readily admitted, "Yes, all of that is correct!"

"These are all facts, and I did it. I used any means necessary, my motives were impure, you tell me!"

"What can I do to get rid of you?"

"Being a resident is really tough, sister, please let me go. Really..." Zheng Mengxian pleaded.

Anyue's withdrawal from standardized residency training was no joke; she genuinely got through to the residency training office, her own department, and the hospital's procedures.

An Yue is an employee of this hospital and a doctoral candidate in clinical medicine from Kyoto University's eight-year program. She came to the hospital through the talent introduction policy!

"Please let me go. My life is at stake. Do whatever you want to vent your anger!"

"If I utter a single word today, I'll take your surname," Zheng Mengxian said through gritted teeth.

An Yue turned around: "I'm not as childish as you."

Zheng Mengxian thought for a moment, then said, "Dr. An, how about this? Didn't you want to practice debridement techniques to prepare for your research project?"

"I'll find you a teacher."

"Associate professor, professor, how about it?"

"Completely free, you don't need to pay anything, I'll schedule the time!"

An Yue paused slightly, glancing at Zheng Mengxian: "President Zheng, I'm going to Yishi on the 1st, today is the 29th."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Or are you saying you have the ability to get this associate professor to come with me to teach in Yishi?"

An Yue said, "If you can really do that, I'm willing to pay for it out of my own pocket."

Having an associate professor skilled in wound cleaning to work on your research project and provide guidance will only accelerate the project's progress.

"Are you really going to withdraw from the training? There's no room for negotiation?" Zheng Mengxian's eyes were complicated.

"All my decisions are made after careful consideration!"

"Although I am young, I am by no means that naive."

"You're not worth me doing all this for."

"I withdrew from the training program to protect what I deserve." An Yue's voice was clear, his eyes were bright, and his attitude was unequivocal.

Ignoring An Yue's sarcasm, Zheng Mengxian quickly asked, "It's definitely not right to have an associate professor teaching alongside you long-term."

"I don't have that kind of energy."

"What if someone has the same level of debridement skills as an associate professor, but their professional title isn't associate professor? Is that acceptable?"

"Anyway, you're just learning a technical skill."

An Yue thought about it carefully and said, "That's fine too. If the attending physician is willing to teach, I can pay him a fee."

"I'm just here to learn the technology, not for the title of associate professor."

Zheng Mengxian calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief: "That makes things easier!"

"You can't go back on your word."

"As long as I can do that, you can go and explain to our director and your director that you won't pursue the matter against me!"

"You just want to take a break from your job to focus on your research!!"

An Yue nodded, speaking sparingly: "Okay."

An Yue thought for a moment and said, "President Zheng, as long as you are prepared to persuade the teacher, I will visit him in person."

Zheng Mengxian is a resource, but in the end, it is oneself who needs the teacher.

An Yue doesn't think of herself as some kind of fairy who needs Zheng Mengxian to arrange everything for her.

"Is it settled?" Zheng Mengxian asked, confirming.

"Yes!" An Yue replied crisply.

"That makes things easier. Actually, we don't need to prepare much. It's just one of my brothers, Guo Ziyuan."

"You know him too."

"I guarantee that his debridement skills are no worse than those of an associate professor, and he is willing to teach you for a long time..." Zheng Mengxian finally felt that he had escaped a disaster.

An Yue: "???"

"Mr. Zheng, this joke isn't funny," An Yue said seriously.