<b>Originally</b><b>, </b>the chairman <b>position </b>didn’t concern him much<b>, </b>but he thought that retirement was only a few years <b>away</b>. Retiring while holding the chairman position could bring in a bit more money<b>, </b><b>so </b>he decided to have someone arrange <b>things</b>. <b>He </b><b>gave </b>money and gifts, but in the end<b>, </b><b>the </b>position went to Chris
Ben<b>, </b>of course<b>, </b>was unhappy about it.
In the past few days<b>, </b>he had been giving Chris a cold face whenever they met at the hospital.
Chris was the kind of person who never cared about others‘ opinions.
He wasn’t familiar with Ben, and they rarely interacted<b>, </b><b>not </b>even sharing rounds together.
But enemies<b>‘ </b>paths often crossed, and recently there was a consultation patient that required their two departments to meet frequently.
Even in the elevator, Chris and Ben would often run into each other.
“<b>Yo</b><b>, </b>Mr. Green<b>, </b>didn’t you already get your appointment letter? Why are you stilling to meetings?” Ben said sarcastically, scrutinizing Chris through the elevator doors.
Chris was still wearing a simple shirt and white coat, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone replying to Jessica’s message.
“It’s in the office. The consultation still needs to be attended. Chairman is just a title,” Chris replied politely.
Ben rolled his eyes, hands in pockets, sizing Chris up and down.
“Ah, just as I thought, you young people really are different. Ms. Wilder just came to inspect a few days ago, and today your
appointment letter is already out. Whether male or female, being good–looking is the <b>real </b>way.“?
Hearing that, Chris frowned and was about to respond when the elevator doors opened.
Many nurses and doctors rushed in, and Chris was pushed to the back, with many people between him and Ben, so he swallowed
the rest of his words.
“The surgery definitely needs to be done. Conservative treatment can no longer achieve the best effect<b>. </b>But since the patient is quite old, postoperative care will require attention from the nursing staff. The surgical n has been sent to everyone. Dr. Green will still be the lead surgeon for the initial operation. After tumor removal, orthopedics will take over. Dr. Wilson, do you have any opinions?”
Ben casually nced at the materials, then threw them onto the table, leaned back, and looked toward Chris.
“What opinions could I have? Dr. Green is the lead surgeon. Of course, orthopedics will cooperate. I just hope Dr. Green doesn’t get too excited over good news and have shaky hands.”
Everyone could tell Ben was being sarcastic.
The department head quickly joked, “Yeah<b>, </b>right. Dr. Green’s appointment letter has already been issued. We should congratte Dr. Green.”
The elder professor sitting at the front nced at Ben but paid no mind to his cold sarcasm.
“Chris, everyone here is your senior. After the surgery<b>, </b>you should treat us all to a meal and thank your seniors for their care,” the elder professor said, acting as Chris’s mentor and guiding him through hospital politics, giving him a way to not embarrass himself.
“Professor is right. After tomorrow’s surgery, at the Cosmos<b>,</b>” Chris replied.
Ben had no intention of dining with Chris.
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<b>He </b><b>tossed </b><b>his </b>pen forward and said, “Dr. Green really isn’t short of money<b>, </b>inviting us to the Cosmos. That ce is too <b>expensive </b>for juntor doctors like us. A pot of tea costs hundreds of dors<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>No </b>one could calm Ben’s temper, so they simply ended the meeting.
The elder professor and department head stayed behind to talk with Ben.