My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

Dean He seemed to suddenly remember something, his fingers rubbing together, his expression softening as his anger subsided.

"Alright, alright, I'll help you one last time. This time, make sure to keep quiet and don't let her cause any more trouble."

He Ping nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.

Ye Ting looked at the group of leaders who held the power of life and death over her studies, feeling nothing but a faint sense of pleasure.

You scold me every day, but you still have to come and do what I ask.

After days of torment, Ye Ting's hatred for He Ping reached its peak, and she made a demand:

"I demand that my punishment be rescinded. On what grounds should I be disqualified from awards and recognition? Am I not telling the truth?"

"Okay." Dean He agreed without hesitation. It was just canceling a punishment, very simple.

His expression remained unchanged: "Tell me any other requests you have, as long as I can fulfill them."

Ye Ting continued, "Furthermore, I demand that He Ping apologize to me in public."

"You...you're going too far. You want me to apologize to you? Dream on!" His tone was impatient.

"Young people should know their own limitations. It's enough that you're allowed to have your awards and recognition reinstated; you want to apologize in public? Are you even qualified?"

He Ping lectured in a tone of someone who had been through it all.

"Oh, indeed, I am not qualified, but I have some documents and recordings that the National Health Commission might be interested in."

Ye Ting really disliked his condescending and authoritarian pronouncements, which implied that having lived a few more years meant he was always right. So she unleashed her last trump card.

"What evidence? What evidence could you possibly have?" He Ping scoffed, continuing his mockery, "You really think you can control me? How laughable."

"It's about you taking kickbacks, and the recordings of your communications with pharmaceutical sales representatives," Ye Ting interrupted his rambling.

In his haste, Director He's tone became somewhat threatening: "Young lady, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dean He interrupted him, saying, "Okay, no problem."

He Ping looked at Dean He in shock and confusion: "She's just a student, why should I apologize?"

That's the tone she used, still acting superior and wanting to criticize me even now. Ye Ting curled her lips, full of disdain.

"How can you still not understand the situation?" Dean He's brows furrowed deeply, his voice icy: "Agree to her!"

Director He's face stiffened, and he reluctantly agreed: "Okay, okay, I promise you."

……

After a series of negotiations, Ye Ting finally got a satisfactory result.

Lu Renxin, who was downstairs, looked up and saw Ye Ting give up struggling and obediently climb over the railing and walk down.

When she finally appeared at the entrance on the first floor, Lu Renxin and her eyes met across the crowd.

As he passed by, Lu Renxin finally noticed the guilt and shame in Ye Ting's eyes.

Without uttering a sound, she opened and closed her mouth as if uttering a few words, which were none other than—"I'm sorry."

Lu Renxin was initially puzzled as to why Ye Ting apologized.

The next day, he learned the final result from Lin Bo, the all-knowing informant.

He Ping apologized to her in front of all the nurses, and even bowed.

She will never appear here again; her internship was cancelled, and she was recommended for postgraduate studies under a mentor at another affiliated hospital.

In exchange, Ye Ting deleted all the data and promised not to leave anything behind.

Aside from apologizing, Director He received no other punishment and continued to appear in the department as if nothing had happened.

The hospital has gone to great lengths to delete the videos and photos posted on social media about yesterday's incident.

If you really can't handle it, just ignore the @ message.

There's something to it, really. Lu Renxin suspected that as long as Dean He was around, He Ping would have a powerful backer and wouldn't have to worry about falling from power.

Is this what they call a tightly linked system where officials protect each other?

Lu Renxin wasn't angry with Ye Ting. He Ping hadn't bothered him, so Ye Ting seemed to have some sense of loyalty, as she hadn't explained who gave her those things.

She essentially accepted the offer of amnesty; the price she received met her expectations, so giving up was also a good option.

Hehe, the evidence Lu Renxin provided wasn't the original one. He has a backup on his cloud drive. He's just waiting to do it after graduation. If she won't do it, I will!

……

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Graduation is getting closer, and this afternoon is the graduation defense for the Department of Anorectal Surgery.

After preparing your graduation thesis and completing the defense, it's time to take graduation photos and leave school.

With only a dozen minutes left before the start, Lu Renxin, dressed in a formal suit, paced back and forth in the corridor, while Lin Bo, equally nervous, quietly recited his script.

His fingertips repeatedly caressed the forty-dollar printed and bound thesis, crumpling the paper in his fingers.

"The first one is Lin Bo."

As the first contestant to speak, Lin Bo felt his mind go blank. Even though he had memorized what he was going to say several times, his throat still felt tight and his breathing became rapid.

Lu Renxin watched as he awkwardly walked into the conference room, his heart pounding.

He sat on the chair in the waiting area, clasping his hands together and then letting them open, his eyes full of anxiety, afraid that he might stumble and be unable to answer the questions posed by the experts.

With each passing minute, my heart beats faster, yearning for it to begin quickly so I can die sooner and be reborn, yet I can't help but feel afraid.

"Next up, Lu Renxin."

When it was his turn, Lu Renxin calmed down, exuding the relief of having finally reached the end.

He walked onto the stage, took a deep breath, and began to hypnotize himself: the audience wasn't full of experts, but rather just ordinary people.

Zhang Weimin looked at his student with a kind expression, giving him strength with his eyes.

"Good morning/afternoon, esteemed experts. My research topic is..."

He was a little nervous at first, speaking too fast and with a slightly trembling voice, but he became more and more composed and articulate as he spoke. He talked fluently about the PPT, from the topic selection to the data analysis, linking each point together with ease and confidence.

"This is my research topic; I welcome any criticism and suggestions from the experts!"

Lu Renxin bowed deeply, ending his performance.

During the Q&A session with the experts, one question was, "Why did you choose this surgical method during your research...?"

Why are the two comparable...?

"What do you think...?"

The experts were all directors from familiar hospitals, and each of their questions went straight to the heart of the matter.

Lu Renxin answered as much as he could, and when he really couldn't answer, he apologized profusely, defending himself, only answering and not defending.

"Well, I didn't think this through very well..."

"Regarding this, my personal opinion is..."

By the time the Q&A session ended, Lu Renxin felt his shirt was soaked with sweat.

Although the experts bombarded the questions like machine guns, they still gave praise in the end: "This part and this part are quite well written."

Thanks to the system, he revised his graduation thesis based on the content of the short paper, and the quality was significantly improved.

Whether nervous or composed, everyone standing on the stage is submitting a respectable answer sheet to their studies.

This is a trial before leaving campus, a perfect ending to three years of study!