After leaving Chang Qing's office, Tao Le went to the Department of Surgery, Pediatrics, and Gastrointestinal Endoscopy, where he had worked together, and also visited Zhao Heng.
"Go to the emergency room?" Zhao Heng frowned tightly and was very confused about this arrangement: "It's obvious to all that you are excellent in surgical surgery, why do you have to be assigned to the emergency room?"
"The dean has asked for my opinion." Tao Le said with a smile: "He is right. I have indeed seen a lot of cases at the Saskatchewan Emergency Center this year, which can make up for the lack of regular training rotations. .”
"But going to the emergency room is still a bit unfair." Zhao Heng still felt aggrieved: "Have you told Hou Bo about this? Can he agree?"
"I told you." Tao Le nodded and said: "Director Hou is not very happy, but I still like the emergency department. There are many cases here, and all kinds of diseases can be encountered. If there is an emergency surgical operation, I can also handle it. Gotta go up.”
"Since it's your wish, we can't say much." Zhao Heng sighed: "But this matter, it's just a bit disturbing."
"Forget it, Lao Chang. Why am I complaining to you little girl? Just remember, if you have enough time one day and want to change places, come to me as soon as possible."
"Okay, Director Zhao." Tao Le responded obediently.
After leaving the thoracic surgery department, Tao Le returned to Sun Bin's office.
She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten the most important thing, which was to apply for staff dormitories.
If it weren't for it, she wouldn't have come back to work so early.
After all, a group of colleagues were on vacation, and she was the only one who came back first, so it was easy for someone to poke her in the spine.
"The dormitory." Sun Bin rubbed his temples: "It's really difficult."
"Aren't you a native of Yun City? I remember that I submitted my personal information. Do you live in Tianshui City?"
"Something went wrong." Tao Le didn't want to say more: "The house needs to be vacated."
"To tell you the truth, the dormitories in the hospital are very tight right now. Normally, priority is given to medical staff whose families are out of town."
"Let's do this." He thought for a moment and pulled out a form: "You fill out an application first, and then I'll go talk to the dean and try to make room for you."
"Thank you very much." Tao Le said, "Director Sun, don't be embarrassed. If it doesn't work, just forget it. I'll find a way myself."
"Try it first." Director Sun said, "You agreed to go to the emergency room without saying anything. I asked about the difficulties in this area, and the director should be able to consider solving them."
He thought very well, but when he went to find Chang Qing in the afternoon, he was met with disappointment.
"I have said since the beginning of my duties that the system is the lifeline of a hospital. No matter what happens, everything must be done in accordance with the rules."
"Tao Le is a local. This alone does not meet the requirements for dormitory application. So I can't understand why this kind of application is submitted to me?"
"But Dean, after all, Tao Le is still an honorary member of the Chinese Medical Association." Sun Bin said, "Moreover, she is now well-known in the domestic neurosurgery medical community."
"Sun Bin." Chang Qing glanced at him dissatisfied: "Don't be burdened by these names. Medicine is a down-to-earth, step-by-step science. We cannot deny the excellence of young people, but we cannot overestimate them either. Too high, this is true love and care.”
"So you mean, don't approve it?" Sun Bin asked helplessly.
Chang Qing said nothing and continued to read the documents.
This is a very clear indication. Sun Bin picked up the application form and left the office, feeling angry.
Since Dean Chang took office, he has been standardizing the system every day, emphasizing attendance and assessment, but he has not paid much attention to his own medical work - this is also very different from the former Dean Lin.
But no matter what, being an official is not as good as being in charge. He is just a division chief, so what can he do?
When Tao Le heard the news, he was already mentally prepared.
"Xiaoqi, you go find a suitable house to rent." She said, "One or two bedrooms are fine. The closer to the courtyard, the better. An older one is also fine."
"Master, do we really have to move?" Xiao Qi still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.
"It needs to be moved." Tao Le sighed silently as he thought of Ximu's increasingly unfamiliar face.
She carefully counted her accounts. She didn't want to touch any of the salary given to her by the Miao Group - but if she had used it before, she could only use the money she paid Yu Jing to cover it.
Fortunately, I didn't spend much money in Saskatchewan this year, and I saved nearly 100,000 yuan in wages, bonuses, and subsidies, so I was able to cope with it.
After making arrangements for the money, Tao Le put on VR glasses and entered "Millions of Light Years".
No matter what Simu thinks of himself, this game is really good. Whether it is for leisure or study, it is a good place.
As soon as he entered the game, Tao Le was stunned by the dense number of players inside.
Obviously when it was launched a few days ago, the game still looked like it had before, with the sky high and the sea vast, and the land vast and sparsely populated.
But now, the city is covered with flying boards, almost blocking out the sky and the sun.
This made Tao Le very confused. Isn't "Millions of Light Years" always criticized by the entire Internet? Except for some vested interests and special groups such as doctors, the player base is relatively fixed.
In the final analysis, people who agree with this game from the bottom of their hearts, for various reasons, just want to make a fortune in silence and silently allow others to smear it without explanation.
Obviously, something special happened during the few days she wasn't playing the game. Otherwise, how could it be so popular?
Tao Le was about to log out and take a look online when he saw Xia Huangquan's name lit up in the friends column.
Thinking of this blue-faced confidant, Tao Le's depressed heart suddenly felt relaxed.
She immediately sent the contact information: "Huang Quan, where are you?"
As soon as the message is sent, the other party receives it.
The words "tying in" are flashing, which shows that he is replying.
Tao Le didn't have anything to do, so he didn't close the dialog box and just waited online.
Unexpectedly, after more than ten minutes, the other party's reply was still not finished.
Just when she was confused about this, she saw the reply.
"wait for me."
How long did it take to type just two words? Tao Le couldn't stop complaining.
Then, she suddenly discovered something was wrong.
"Do you know where I am?" she asked.
Xia Huangquan didn't answer this sentence.
The next moment, someone tapped her shoulder. Tao Le turned around suddenly and saw the person behind her.
It was probably because the war had just ended, and he had not yet changed back into his regular clothes. He was still wearing the captain's attire, standing tall and heroic.
"Xinghuo." Xia Huangquan's pair of black pupils fell directly on her face, with a somewhat complicated expression.
"Let's go, I'll take you to have supper." He said, hesitantly reaching out his hand to Tao Le.
For some reason, his eyes and expression reminded Tao Le of Xi Mu subconsciously.
It seems that there is still a long way to go before that person is completely forgotten.
Tao Le didn't hesitate and directly held Huang Quan's hand, but sighed silently in his heart.
