Healing Doctor

Chapter 306 Resignation

A dozen minutes later, after Zhao Zhe's repeated pleas went unanswered, he could only leave the director's office dejectedly with the form and head to the personnel department of the organization.

He has a "sheniu" (a type of mental illness), but "sheniu" isn't really impressive; it's more like a psychological disorder.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Zhe was just a junior clinician with no background or connections, and he knew all of that.

The director told me to go to the office first, but I figured I'd just get passed around like a hot potato there.

Just like the absurd idea of ​​proving that one's father is one's father, if they're going to keep passing the buck, they'll probably never solve this problem in their lifetime.

He reluctantly went to the personnel department of the government office, and Zhao Zhe's guess was confirmed.

With no other options, he had to go back to the head of the urology department.

After several rounds of buck-passing, Zhao Zhe returned home a day later and made no progress whatsoever in his job transfer.

Zhao Zhe knew exactly what the director was thinking—he couldn't stand to see him do well; for him to take even one step forward was more painful than digging up his ancestral graves. No matter the cost, he was determined to keep Zhao Zhe under his control.

As for the department heads, vice presidents, and presidents in the government offices, there aren't many good people among them.

Three years ago, a doctor was going to resign and move to the south, and he was going through the resignation procedures.

That was a resignation, not a transfer, and the science and education department jumped out and said that the doctor had gone for further studies at public expense four years ago and demanded ten times the compensation.

This angered the doctor, who then went to the inspection team to file a formal complaint.

Thinking of himself... Zhao Zhe sighed deeply.

He also wanted to fight to the death, but he had no idea how to do it.

He usually immerses himself in clinical work, just like playing a game, finding great enjoyment in it.

When he was truly being bullied and manipulated by society, Zhao Zhe helplessly realized that he couldn't do anything about it.

After buying a bottle of Red Star Erguotou and a bag of peanuts, Zhao Zhe sat alone at home, drinking his sorrows away.

After downing a few mouthfuls of wine, Zhao Zhe felt a bit tipsy, and his eyes turned red. He rubbed them vigorously.

Oh well, I'm just destined to be a senior attending physician in the clinic, there's nothing I can do about it.

Zhao Zhe resigned himself to his fate.

Since resistance is futile and I can't fight back, I might as well give up.

Zhao Zhe picked up his phone and made a call.

"Xiao Ji, it's me, Zhao Zhe," Zhao Zhe said, his voice choked with emotion.

When Zhao Zhe heard the name Xiao Ji, he could picture Ji Xiang, who seemed to glow.

Working with Ji Xiang during this period was the happiest time of his life.

There's no need to worry about anything else; just focus on your clinical work. The surgery went very smoothly, and Director Liu and his superior, Director Bai, took great care of me. Everything was incredibly comfortable.

As for income, that's not a problem for an old bachelor like Zhao Zhe.

It's just a pity.

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Zhe recounted his experience.

"I know our director just doesn't want to let me go." Zhao Zhe sighed deeply. "I'm so sorry, brother. I really am. Director Bai used a lot of connections to arrange for me to be accepted, but I just didn't live up to his potential."

"Huh? Is it that difficult to change jobs?" Ji Xiang asked, not understanding.

"It's not that hard. I know he's just bullying honest people," Zhao Zhe said dejectedly. "He used to kick me from the inpatient department to the outpatient department, and almost kicked me to the emergency room. If it weren't for a few kidney cancer patients who came to me by word of mouth, and if it weren't for the mother of a city leader who had postoperative bleeding, I'd probably be an emergency room doctor now."

"They can't stand to see me doing well, but there's nothing I can do..."

"Brother Zhao, what about that girl you know in the city? Did she break up with you?"

"He retired a few years ago and I can't contact him at all. You know me... Let me put it this way, our director is 8 years older than me. When I came to work in the clinic, he was already an attending physician. One day I saw him writing something in his notebook and then locking it in the cabinet."

Later I found out that those were lists of patients and their families who were powerful, wealthy, and influential.

These are all connections for the future, I understand, but I can't do it. I prefer to treat people who can't afford medical care, not for the chicks they might give me after they recover and are discharged, but because I feel that if I don't treat them, they...”

As Zhao Zhe spoke, tears welled up silently in his eyes.

He reached out and wiped away his tears, trying to open his eyes wide.

"Sigh, let's not talk about this, it makes me seem so noble. I also can't stand those people who always talk about being content with poverty and being happy to contribute, isn't that just being a scoundrel! Why should honest people have to be content with poverty, right, Xiao Ji?"

But even with this system, honestly doing things leads to poverty.

"Brother Zhao, let's not get off topic. Where's your side stuck?"

Ignoring Zhao Zhe's rambling, Ji Xiang steered the conversation back on track and asked directly.

"I can't get anything done in any department of the hospital, from the director to HR," Zhao Zhe said sadly. "I'm sorry, Xiao Ji, I can't go. I'm going for further training... I'll hand over my work to you when I get back, and then this part will be yours."

"From now on, anything I do in Liaoyuan will count as part of your stats, making it easier for you when you advance. Come visit me in Liaoyuan during holidays..."

"Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it. Let me ask."

Ji Xiang spoke very casually.

Zhao Zhe sighed deeply, knowing that Ji Xiang was just trying to comfort him.

Ji Xiang, a resident trainee, had no idea how difficult things were in society. Although he had won Qin Chu's favor and recklessly given up that golden opportunity, it didn't mean he could get things done in a remote place far from the emperor's reach.

The smaller the place, the more difficult it is to manage; no matter who comes, it's useless.

Zhao Zhe didn't even bother with formalities, saying he'd talk about it when he got back to the provincial capital and had dinner with Ji Xiang.

Disheartened, Zhao Zhe felt as if his heart had turned to ashes.

After hanging up the phone, he considered that he had notified Ji Xiang, which was not exactly an explanation, but he had no other choice.

For a moment, Zhao Zhe even considered resigning.

But I'm just an old doctor, and it won't be easy for me to find a job in the south.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Zhe felt a deep sense of self-loathing.

When I was young, I was "ambitious" and thought that other people's "scientific research" was shoddy, just a charade, and that it was useless and just for the sake of promotion.

But those colleagues who relied on personal connections or fobbed off on a research project have already become department heads and associate chief physicians. Their paths are getting wider and wider, while my path is getting narrower and narrower.

To the point that even resigning and moving to the south became impossible.

Southern Hospital is looking to attract talent, not to become a nursing home.

What use is an old doctor in the past? People don't care.

Zhao Zhe tilted his head back and downed the Red Star Erguotou in one gulp. The spicy liquor felt like a knife scraping against his esophagus, causing some pain.

The lack of any burst of heroic spirit only made Zhao Zhe more confused.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to accept my fate.

(End of this chapter)