Where's my golden core? Did you think I removed a kidney stone?

Inside the vice president's office in the administration building.

Vice Dean Zhao sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface. He was usually calm and composed, but today he seemed unusually anxious.

As the vice president of the First People's Hospital of Jiangcheng City, he was a very influential figure in the Jiangcheng medical system, and no secret could be kept from him.

This morning around 7 a.m., he had just arrived at his office when he learned of some news.

People from the Second Hospital went to contact Su Ye.

Not just the Second Hospital.

People from the Municipal Women and Children's Hospital, the Affiliated Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and even the provincial capital called to inquire about the situation.

This immediately made Vice Dean Zhao tense up.

Su Ye.

The written exam for the medical practitioner's license was the best in the province.

This title carries immense prestige; it's a treasure of their hospital.

How many young people study medicine in the entire Jiangnan Province every year? Undergraduates, master's students, resident physicians, all of them are thrown into the same exam, and Su Ye stands at the very top. He is a top-notch super genius.

Such a person, as long as they don't make any major mistakes, successfully complete their residency training, and establish a stable clinical career, will be a true talent.

Talented people are something that must be fought for.

Now that they have such a convenient position, they are terrified of being taken away by others.

Vice Dean Zhao recalled the phone calls he received this morning.

The bigwigs in the provincial medical community rarely take the initiative to inquire about the affairs of a mere resident trainee, but this morning, one after another, they subtly asked about Su Ye's situation, how he was performing at the First Hospital, and whether he had any other plans for the future.

This made Vice President Zhao even more frightened.

They've got their eyes on it.

As he was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong.

Vice Dean Zhao snapped out of his reverie and his voice became calm.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open.

Su Ye walked in.

Young, clean-cut, with bright eyes, and possessing a calm demeanor unlike that of ordinary resident trainees, Vice Dean Zhao glanced at him and sighed softly to himself.

No wonder, his spirit and energy alone are extraordinary.

"Please sit down."

"Thank you, Dean."

Su Ye sat down, his expression calm.

Vice President Zhao got straight to the point, without saying a single unnecessary word.

"Su Ye, you did very well in the provincial medical licensing exam, getting first place."

"Thank you, Dean. It was just luck."

"Don't be so modest," Vice Dean Zhao waved his hand. "A provincial first prize isn't something you can get by luck. This kind of achievement would drive many people crazy in the entire Jiangnan Province."

Su Ye understood that the vice president was referring to the events at the Second Hospital this morning.

"It's not surprising." Vice Dean Zhao leaned back in his chair, his tone calm but his eyes serious. "A young person like you is bound to be poached, but since you're now undergoing residency training at the First Affiliated Hospital, we won't just stand by and watch our talent be snatched away by others."

At this point, he took a document out of the drawer and pushed it in front of Su Ye.

"This is the hospital's letter of intent to admit you."

Su Ye glanced down at it.

The document, written in black and white, clearly states at the top as "Agreement on the Intention of Young Talents to Retain at Jiangcheng City First People's Hospital".

Vice President Zhao continued, "The meaning is very simple. You sign up first, and after you finish your residency training, as long as there are no major mistakes or fundamental problems, the hospital will definitely give you priority in hiring. I will make arrangements with the personnel department and the relevant department in advance."

"In addition, as long as you continue to maintain your current performance, we will give you higher scores in skills assessment and rotation evaluation. As for the residency training period..." Vice Dean Zhao paused, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, "we will reduce it accordingly."

Su Ye raised his head.

The duration of standardized residency training is, in principle, fixed and cannot be easily changed, but since Vice President Zhao dared to say it, it means that the hospital is already prepared to give him the green light.

Vice President Zhao looked at Su Ye, his tone calm but sincere.

"Some things may not be in accordance with the rules, but rules are rigid, while people are flexible. Hospitals can't train talent in a one-size-fits-all manner. Others follow the established procedures for three years, but if you can prove yourself in a shorter time, the hospital will naturally be willing to give you a chance."

That's very clear.

Su Ye had a better understanding of the situation.

This is called locking people in advance.

Su Ye had already planned to stay at the First Affiliated Hospital, after all, he understood the hospital's prestige in Jiangcheng.

If we were to have access to "extraordinary" beings in the future, the First People's Hospital would definitely be the best choice.

Su Ye picked up the pen and signed his name on the agreement.

The handwriting is steady, clean, and neat.

"Thank you, Dean, and thank you to the hospital for valuing us."

Vice President Zhao breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the signed agreement.

He put the agreement away, and his tone softened considerably.

"There's one more thing."

Su Ye looked up.

"Old Master Zhou Jingtang thinks highly of you." Vice President Zhao said this with a touch of emotion. "There's a consultation and treatment tomorrow, and the old master specifically asked for your name to go along."

Su Ye's eyes flickered slightly.

Zhou Jingtang.

If I remember correctly, he is a leading figure in the medical field of Jiangcheng, and anyone studying medicine should know his name.

"To be honest, even I'm a little envious of this kind of opportunity." Vice Dean Zhao shook his head, his tone half-serious and half-joking. "Old Zhou is getting on in years and rarely sees patients in person anymore. Our hospital treats him like a treasure. People who want to learn from him usually line up but can't get a turn. Now that you have this opportunity, you should seize it."

At this point, he flipped to a page of material on the table and glanced at it.

"I heard this is a rare and difficult disease, something like 'paroxysmal tremor myofascitis syndrome.' You should go and learn from him, young man, such opportunities are rare."

Paroxysmal tremor muscle burst syndrome.

Su Ye ran the name through his mind.

The next second, his mind instinctively began searching for relevant medical knowledge.

Neurological disorder? Myopathy? Abnormal recruitment of motor units? Focal dystonia? Rare discharge abnormality?

One by one, entries popped up, only to be quickly eliminated.

Su Ye's heart sank slightly.

No.

With his current medical knowledge, he couldn't find a single standard answer that truly matched the diagnosis.

Difficult and complicated diseases?

Su Ye's eyes flickered slightly, and a guess suddenly came to mind.

This disease may not be so simple.

It's even possible that it's not an illness at all.

Rather, it is some kind of deeper anomaly.

A barely perceptible surge of excitement rose from the depths of his heart, only to be quickly suppressed.

He raised his head, his expression unchanged.

"I understand, thank you for giving me this opportunity, Dean."

Vice President Zhao looked at him, becoming more and more satisfied.

Young, capable, talented, and most importantly, with a stable mind.

Which hospital wouldn't want a talent like this?

"Go ahead," Vice Dean Zhao smiled. "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, consultation room on the third floor of the old administration building. Don't be late."

"it is good."

Su Ye stood up, politely thanked him, and then turned and left the office.

The door closed.

Vice Dean Zhao leaned back in his chair, let out a soft breath, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.