The door to the Director's office of the Neurosurgery Department at Sanbo Hospital was open. Xu Zhiliang was sitting inside, with a pile of medical records spread out in front of him.
He had been sitting for an hour but hadn't read through a single one.
Outside in the hallway, nurses were coming and going, the sound of footsteps, voices, and trolleys blended together. The unique bustle of a new department. No one dared to come in to disturb him—the new Director, people were still unsure about him.
Xu Zhiliang knew what they were thinking.
A thirty-four-year-old Doctor, who stutters, also becomes the Director of Neurosurgery? Even though he is Professor Yang's disciple, his qualifications are too shallow.
He thought of the conversation with Yang Ping three days ago.
Without any prelude or small talk, Yang Ping directly said, "The Neurosurgery Department needs a Director, you go."
Xu Zhiliang froze.
"Professor Yang, I—"
"How many brainstem surgeries have you performed?"
