It turned out that although Yin Jie was also part of the front lines, he did not have a very good reputation.
He worked in scientific research. He had achieved nothing in research itself; his main accomplishments were in "research management."
For true experts, research management was still somewhat acceptable—perhaps "research guidance" would have been more accurate. But generally speaking, research management was basically just fooling people. It was good enough if it had a positive effect; it was already pretty decent if it did not have a negative one.
But Yin Jie truly had neither technical skill nor ability.
Yet he had come this time, for a very simple reason: he had enough seniority.
Of course, if Yin Jie had been outstanding in management, such as being able to secure project funding and support, that would have been one thing. But he was not. The projects under his responsibility were more often just going through the motions.
The details were inconvenient to discuss. In any case, those in the system who knew Yin Jie did not think highly of him.
So when Elder Gu called, he did not really intend to pursue the matter. He was merely curious—Yin Jie's reputation was really that bad?
Yang Yuxin did not care what kind of person Yin Jie was. She simply said that this had been an unforeseen incident. When doctors treated illnesses, how could there be no deaths?
But after hanging up, she could not help but wonder: did Feng Jun already know Yin Jie's background?
After all, that little man was famous for his skill at divination.
In any case, she did not ask further. Twenty-four days later, six Cancer patients emerged from the Recovery Center.
Ten had come, three had left, and one had died. In truth, a sixty