Lan Zicong's nonsensical guess almost made Mo Duoduo burst into laughter, but he remained serious, "Isn't this a normal guess!"
"You think you're just watching a TV series?" Mo Duoduo couldn't help but roll her eyelids, "I didn't realize you have such a rich imagination! You can't even talk about whether you've changed bosses, so why did you fall in love with me, a married woman? Hospital? The flowers in the courtyard and the bouquet are all unmarried beauties, who will get me!"
Lan Zicong spread his hands: "Then I can't guess the reason."
Mo Duoduo joked: "You, the leader, didn't even find out any inside information?"
Lan Zicong: "What are you doing asking about this? I'm just a little doctor, just do my job well."
"What a coincidence! I thought so too!" Mo Duoduo nodded: "We ordinary people who receive money from selling cabbage should not worry about those who sell white powder."
The two of them coincided with each other on this point.
Lan Zicong added faintly, "Anyway, I only have two years of free time. In two years, I will go home and inherit the family business. If the new boss is not easy to get along with, it is not impossible to withdraw early."
Goose……
Mo Duoduo's breath was stagnant. Well, ordinary people only have themselves.
She turned around and stopped chatting with him. She packed her things and prepared to go to the outpatient department.
I thought this oolong incident would have ended here.
Unexpectedly, during lunch, Mo Duoduo went to the canteen to cook. As soon as he sat down in front of an empty table, a dinner plate was slapped hard on the table opposite.
Then a thin figure sat down on the seat opposite.
Mo Duoduo raised her head and saw Ding Yun, deputy director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Traditional Chinese medicine in their hospital is not a strong point and is not considered a major department of the hospital.
Less than a kilometer away from the hospital, there is a well-known Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Therefore, the traditional Chinese medicine department of their hospital has always been sparse and tepid, making it difficult to make a profit.
As a result, the staff has been continuously reduced. Now there are only department directors and deputy directors. After that, there will only be two departments below, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine and the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine Surgery. It is a small team of only more than 20 people.
After the department director retired last year, deputy director Ding Yun has been responsible for the management and leadership of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Mo Duoduo is interested in Chinese medicine, and naturally pays a little attention to this department. From time to time, she listens to gossips from her colleagues, and she also knows a little bit about Ding Yun.
At this moment, Ding Yun was sitting across from him, looking at himself. There was no smile in his eyes, only deliberate observation and inquiry. It was obvious that he was coming with bad intentions.
Ding Yun is unmarried, about forty-seven or eighteen years old, tall and slender, with a long face with clear lines and slightly prominent cheekbones. As rumored, she looks difficult to get along with.
Mo Duoduo couldn't figure out where her hostility came from. Out of courtesy to her seniors, she spoke first, "Director Ding, what's the matter?"
Ding Yun held the spoon in one hand and played with the vegetables on the plate carelessly. Her probing eyes were still scanning Mo Duoduo like an X-ray.
After a moment, he opened his thin lips with a half-smile, "It's okay, I just came to see the leader in advance."
lead? Why! In the emotional morning, Dean Ding’s words have grown wings? Is this going to be passed on to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine?
Mo Duoduo is heartbroken!
Did she and Dean Ding have a feud? Did he deliberately spread such rumors to trouble her?
Mo Duoduo lowered her eyes and said calmly, "This is a misunderstanding."
Ding Yun twitched the corners of her lips and said with a half-smile, "I hope it's a misunderstanding. Chinese medicine is not child's play."
If a 26-year-old director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine appeared in our hospital, others would laugh him off.
She didn't say the last words, but they were her true words.
The previous head of the department was older than her, and she was convinced that she was inferior to others.
After half a lifetime, he finally retired and thought he could become a full-time employee. Unexpectedly, half a year had passed and the notice of full-time employment had not yet come out.
Although she has been working as the acting director for the past few months, her name is not justified after all, and her heart has been hanging on her head, fearing that a superior with more qualifications than her would suddenly be parachuted into the hospital.
Unexpectedly, someone told her this morning that Dean Ding intended to appoint a pediatrician in his twenties as the director of their department!
For her, this was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue!
At this age, she is not ready to change jobs, so is she going to succumb to such an inexperienced little girl?
Although the medical skills of traditional Chinese medicine cannot be completely linked to age, it is indeed a profession that requires accumulation.
Veteran Chinese medicine practitioners have accumulated experience in practicing medicine over many years and have a deep understanding of medical theory and practice, which will make it easier for them to gain the trust of their peers and patients.
Traditional Chinese medicine becomes more popular with age. Otherwise, Fu Shisong would not have retired for many years and still have constant visitors.
Mo Duoduo knew this truth well and understood Ding Yun's thoughts. She met her gaze and said directly, "I have no such intention at the moment. I must make it clear that I have never taken Chinese medicine as a joke!"
Chi! Ding Yun sneered, "You don't have this intention? It's as if the director of the department is in your pocket, and you can get it easily if you have the intention. Doctor Mo, seeing that you are young, I will give you a piece of advice. The hospital is all about strength. In this place, ranking is not based on appearance!"
The word "zi" was pronounced clearly by her. Mo Duoduo had a good temper and always got along well with her colleagues.
But now that I heard her weird sarcasm, I became angry.
A person who usually has no grievances or grudges would be personally attacked because of a rumor!
I can’t help myself! Mo Duoduo looked down on her from the bottom of his heart!
His face was quiet, his tone became colder, and he said word for word, "There used to be rumors among my colleagues that Director Ding was only older but not taller. I thought it was a rumor. But when I saw him today, I realized that it was the truth! With you like this With your emotional intelligence, no matter who you are as the director, it’s probably not your fault.”
"You! You...are talking nonsense..." Ding Yun looked excited and stood up, almost overturning the dinner plate.
Her thin face was flushed red at the moment. She pointed her trembling hand at Mo Duoduo's almost perfect face, stammering and unable to speak.
She also knew that occasionally her colleagues would talk behind her back about her being older and unmarried, having an eccentric temperament, being stubborn and having difficulty communicating, etc., but they had never spoken so directly in front of her.
He was so angry that he almost spit out blood.
If the conversation continues for more than half a sentence, nothing will come of it.
Mo Duoduo stood up as if nothing had happened and picked up the dinner plate, "I'm sorry, Director Ding, I have to go first. I need to change places so that I can have an appetite to eat."
Shi Shiran turned around, found another empty table, sat down and ate seriously.
It is completely unnecessary to affect the appetite of such a person.
