Although Duanmu Ruiyang had already decided it was impossible, he still couldn't help feeling a little hopeful. He found himself wishing Academician Li's test report would come out soon.
It was a strange state of mind, but anyone could feel that way.
Sometimes, people couldn't help holding on to a sliver of hope for things that were impossible.
So he hurried back to the rehabilitation room and went to Doctor Tang's office.
At that moment, Tang Xiuwan was meeting with a middle-aged man. She was holding his file in her hands.
The man was a doctor, and she had specifically asked a former graduate-school teacher to recommend him.
As a rehabilitation manor, the staff in her rehabilitation room couldn't consist of just one doctor. They needed two more doctors with excellent medical skills.
She was even thinking that, in the future, the manor should be able to perform a difficult operation on its own. After all, the boss's guests were no ordinary people, and the rehabilitation room's capabilities had to keep up.
For other professions, the manor could rely on headhunters to recruit people. But headhunters wouldn't dare casually approach doctors, so the boss had put her in charge of the matter.
The boss and his wife trusted her, so she naturally had to do a good job. She had swallowed her pride and asked her former teacher to recommend two people.
Naturally, the manor couldn't attract top-tier doctors. Those doctors were almost all department heads or professors, with monthly salaries of at least 150,000 yuan, plus various bonuses.
Still, some doctors with excellent skills who weren't good with words, couldn't adapt to the hospital system, or were being suppressed by their superiors and couldn't get ahead might be willing to come.
The man in front of her was one