169 Three Requests (1/2)

”Ling Ran, go back and do whatever you want to first.” Huo Congjun placed his hands behind his back. He looked like a sage, and his aura as a department director was practically spilling out of him.

”Alright.” Ling Ran was not bothered by this. If it were not because he was too tired from performing finger replantations, he would have performed multiple surgeries one after another. But as of right now, he needed to rest.

Huo Congjun watched Ling Ran leave his office before he turned around with a sigh. Then, he glared at Su Jiafu. Su Jiafu cowered. He did not even know where to put his hands.

Huo Congjun did not make him wait for long before he languidly said, ”We can support anesthesiologists with the funding the Emergency Department earns, but I have three requests…”

Su Jiafu sighed in his heart before he bobbed his head continuously.

He had to nod. The funding the Department of Anesthesiology received was little, and he could not get any as well. He could not use his pitiful salary to buy the materials he wanted as well. Besides, Huo Congjun was a very stern department director. No one could refute or disobey any of his orders; Su Jiafu had no room to resist him.

Huo Congjun nodded slightly before he said, ”One, Ling Ran's name must be in your research paper, and he has to be placed side-by-side with the author.”

”I already agreed to that,” Su Jiafu quickly said.

”Two, since you want to write a research paper, then make sure you write a few of them. You can't just write one after you obtain the funding. Write two as your starting point. If you can publish three, then I will give you the funds you request for the next time you ask as well.” Huo Congjun was in high spirits.

Su Jiafu was already laughing happily in his heart, but he still appeared hesitant.

If a person had money, they could then write all the research papers they wanted. This was especially true for doctors of the modern age. Putting a little more time into writing those papers was nothing to them. A doctor's time was nothing valuable. Even if they worked overtime for a night, they might not even be able to get a few dozen RMB.

But if Su Jiafu wrote three research papers, he could get more funding, and that made Su Jiafu even happier. However, he still put on a troubled look. He asked, ”I have to write his name for all of them?”

”Obviously. Do I look like I'm giving out charity?” When Huo Congjun glared at someone, even those who scored more than four hundred marks on their college entrance examination would not dare to meet his gaze.

Su Jiafu scored six hundred marks in his college entrance examination, but he would much rather stuff his head into his abdomen right then. He said timidly, ”Um… writing his name on two is fine, but—”

”Then it's settled.” Huo Congjun was a great department director, and would not waste his time going in circles with a small attending physician.

Su Jiafu felt smug in his heart, but he was afraid that he would be seen through. He asked softly, ”Department Director Huo, am I to write Ling Ran's name for both research papers?”

”Yes.” Huo Congjun's tone softened. He said, ”Ling Ran is an undergraduate. If he wants to obtain his license and stay in Yun Hua Hospital, then just by being good at performing surgeries won't be enough. He needs to publish a few more research papers. What he writes on his own is his, but he also needs to have a few co-written research papers as well; he needs to be able to produce both, and he's not allowed to fall behind in either.”

For some strange reason, Su Jiafu felt distressed. He worked cautiously and attentively in the Department of Anesthesiology, working overtime day and night, and did not have a girlfriend. In the end, when he wanted to write a few research papers, his department director refused to spare even a single cent, but Ling Ran…

When he compared the treatment Ling Ran received in the Emergency Department to what he received in the Department of Anesthesiology, Su Jiafu really wanted to just jump ship.

Su Jiafu quelled his emotions and asked solemnly, ”Department Director Huo, what is your third request?”

Huo Congjun furrowed his eyebrows. ”What do you mean by 'third request'?”

”You said you had three requests just now.”

”Oh…” Huo Congjun said with a drawl. He thought about it before he said, ”Write the accounts properly, don't write the wrong figures.”

”Oh.” Su Jiafu did not dare say much about this. He fled from the office of the Emergency Department.

He came with a muddled head, and went to the operating theater with the same muddled head. But even so, Su Jiafu did not have anyone ask him whether he was okay as he walked into the operating theater. To people, this was how anesthesiologists were supposed to act.

”Is it settled?” Ling Ran raised his head and asked Su Jiafu, even though he was currently operating on someone.

Su Jiafu looked at Ling Ran, and he almost felt like crying. He lowered his head, quietly snatched his stool from his colleague who was currently working as Ling Ran's anesthesiologist, and said, ”We reached an agreement. Department Director Huo gave me four thousand RMB. He even said he would give me more if I don't have enough.”

”Which means he's not going to give you any money when you run out later.” The anesthesiologist who had taken his chair chuckled. He then said, ”But that's not bad, Old Su. You actually managed to get four thousand RMB from the Emergency Department.”

”You got it as well?” Su Jiafu understood what he meant straightaway.