I stood at the door and suddenly heard Director Deng and three new colleagues discussing me. It caught me by surprise.
I hadn't expected to hold such a high position in Director Deng's mind.
Honestly, it made me feel pretty pleased with myself.
But I knew full well that it wasn't because my medical skills were truly that exceptional, but because I knew Daoist arts.
Daoist arts combined with medical skills—Zhao Liansheng, descendant of the Secret Bureau's Heavenly Doctor, was the truly formidable one.
I stood there for a moment, then deliberately made some noise with my footsteps before pushing the door open.
Director Deng and the others had already stopped talking when they heard the footsteps.
When they saw me come in, Director Deng spoke up.
"Xiao Jiang, why are you back again? Didn't I tell you to go to the meeting?"
"Director, I realized halfway there that I forgot my pen."
The moment I finished speaking, the three new colleagues—Li Lin, Duan Yuandong, and Chen Liang—all lit up and pulled an extra pen from their pockets.
"Doctor Jiang, I have an extra one."
"I have one too."
"I happened to buy two boxes."
The three new colleagues were incredibly enthusiastic, and for a moment I felt almost flattered.
Compared to their attitude when they had first met me, they were practically different people.
I smiled.
"Ah, thank you, thank you."
I actually had one, but I still accepted their pens.
For no other reason than to maintain good relationships with my colleagues...
Afterward, I left the office and went to the consultation room on the second floor.
The moment I arrived, I saw that several doctors and nurses were already seated inside.
They had clearly received notice from the hospital director that I was to provide the patient