Chapter 309 - 310: Three Cups of Milk Tea
Chapter 309: Chapter 310: Three Cups of Milk Tea
Yang Tong bent over to prepare slippers for Chen Cang, who placed the bottle of wine he was carrying on the entryway stand and took off his shoes to enter.
Yang Tong showed no disdain as she neatly arranged Chen Cang’s shoes on the shoe rack.
Who would have thought that the always delicate and dignified head of the Science and Education Department, Yang Tong, could be so virtuous at home.
Seeing what Chen Cang had brought, Yang Tong chided him immediately:
“You’re here, so what are you doing bringing gifts!”
Chen Cang smiled and joked, “Showing up empty-handed to mooch food and drink, Director Zhang definitely wouldn’t bring me along next time.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Tong also laughed, “Come in then, Old Zhang is cooking, I’ll go get you a glass of water.”
Chen Cang quickly waved his hands, “Ms. Yang, if you keep being this polite, I won’t dare to visit the Science and Education Department again.”
Yang Tong paused and turned to look at Chen Cang, “Why’s that?”
Chen Cang answered with an embarrassed smile, “I’m afraid others will think that Ms. Yang is my sister and assume I’m taking shortcuts.”
Yang Tong, in her forties, couldn’t hide her wrinkles despite how well she took care of herself. After all, she started out in the clinical field, and never got enough rest. Following Zhang Youfu to the Provincial Second Hospital, she then switched to administration.
Her child had gone to the United States for university, and her administrative job wasn’t too stressful or tiring, so now she was most concerned with her skincare.
When she heard Chen Cang, a man in his twenties, calling her “sister,” she was as pleased as if she had tasted honey!
“Ah, that ‘sister’ call is so endearing!” Yang Tong said with a warm, serious smile, “From now on, you can call me sister! It’s decided!”
At this moment, Zhang Youfu, donning an apron and wearing slippers, came to the door. Seeing the wine in Chen Cang’s hand, he smacked his lips, “Ah, Xiao Chen, you’ve brought some good stuff for me. You don’t know, your Ms. Yang locked away all of my liquor, and the key is at her mother’s. Now I don’t drink at home anymore, except for sneaking a few cups outside.”
Zhang Youfu brought with him a delightful scent of seafood.
Seeing Zhang Youfu, usually in business attire, now in the casual look of a home-husband, and seeing how close he was with Yang Tong, Chen Cang could not help but feel a sense of fondness.
“Xiao Chen, take a seat, I’ll go help Old Zhang. These prawns were sent from Macau by a friend; they’re said to be delicious, so you’ve got to try them.”
After bustling about for another half-hour, a grand seafood feast was presented on the table.
Yang Tong opened a bottle of red wine: “We’re not drinking spirits today, I’ll join you in some red wine.”
This was the first time Chen Cang had eaten such large lobsters.
They tasted strange, with a very expensive flavor…
The three of them chatted as they ate.
Only then did Zhang Youfu speak up, “Xiao Chen, your application for membership has been approved, and the certificate will be issued in a few days. In about two weeks, around the 16th, the annual meeting will be held at the Kempinski, and I’ll send you the invitation then.”
“I asked you here today to tell you something. After you go back, make sure to polish up the surgical video you did for Dean Fang, turn it into a concise surgery video, and try to win an award with it, it’ll help you in the future.”
Chen Cang was taken aback, “What award?”
Zhang Youfu put down his wine glass, “At each annual meeting, there’s a surgical video contest, and winning that award is an important reference for the society. Whether you are being considered for something at the hospital or university, it’s useful.”
Chen Cang was suddenly motivated, “If I win the award, can I become a director?”
Zhang Youfu was stunned, and even Yang Tong was slightly taken aback.
“You want to be a director?” Zhang Youfu asked after a moment of surprise.
Chen Cang, slightly embarrassed, still nodded, “Yes.”
“Right, Teacher Zhang, what are the requirements for becoming a director of the society?”
Zhang Youfu thought for a while, “Requirements? There’s nothing special really. Generally, you get nominated by committee members and elected by the vote of members, but having made special contributions in the field of surgery, such as pioneering a new surgical method, winning a major award, or publishing top-tier papers, these all count.”
Yang Tong suddenly spoke up, “Xiao Chen, I think you can do it. Just bring out that paper on minimally invasive surgery under laparoscopy, there should be no problem! When the time comes, let Old Zhang nominate you, generally, nobody will refuse.”
Hearing this, Chen Cang nodded immediately.
The dinner took over an hour, during which Zhang Youfu and Chen Cang talked a lot about the annual meeting.
After tidying up the table, Yang Tong brought over some desserts, “Try your sister’s handiwork.”
Zhang Youfu’s home was decorated in a very Western style, fully modernized and all sorts of tableware and home appliances were smart, looking very upscale.
Around nine o’clock, Chen Cang noticed it was getting late and stood up to leave.
Zhang Youfu escorted Chen Cang downstairs.
Back at home, Chen Cang mulled things over, figuring that since the election depended on the members, in that case, he wanted to become a director.
You either need connections!
Or you need ability!
Connections… How many people did Chen Cang even know?
Ability… That was more of a broad concept.
Chen Cang thought it over and suddenly his eyes lit up; if he offered them something they wanted, wouldn’t they vote for him?
So… what did they want?
Generally speaking, the members of the provincial-level society branch fall into two main categories: one is the doctors from top-tier hospitals, and the other is the directors from grassroots hospitals.
In that case… if he wanted to win their support,
For the grassroots hospitals… he could certainly consider the minimal incision appendectomy technique as a surgical method to offer.
As for the doctors and directors of top-tier hospitals, maybe he could use the laparoscopic minimally invasive small incision method.
Both of these were things they wanted, and they would definitely vote for him.
Two new surgical approaches!
That should be enough, right?
And besides, these two new surgical techniques could also be promoted by demonstrating them on stage, earning everyone’s approval, which would help to further popularize them.
The paper on minimally invasive small incisions had already been published.
Chen Cang turned on his computer, decided to write another paper analyzing the minimal incision appendectomy he had summarized some time ago, and planned to publish it.
That way, he would have both papers and techniques!
There shouldn’t be a problem, right?
After getting approval for the two new techniques, he could also conveniently complete the task at hand, truly killing several birds with one stone.
With this in mind, Chen Cang began to analyze the surgery data from the minimal incision appendectomies he had performed at Lan County People’s Hospital’s general surgery department…
But according to statistical methods… what’s a t-test, what’s chi-square analysis… he really didn’t understand them.
After much consideration, Chen Cang tried sending Qin Yue an emoji: a grimace.
Qin Yue’s reply came quickly: “No overtime, no substitute shifts, nothing but eating out.”
Chen Cang was startled, “A meal at Haidilao.”
Qin Yue didn’t reply.
Chen Cang, “Plus a milk tea!”
Qin Yue: “Make it three.”
Chen Cang: “Deal! Shake on it.”
ps: Damn it… I accidentally let that slip. Frustrating. It was scheduled for tomorrow, wait a second… The other two tickets for 12 o’clock… After all, perfect attendance is very important.