Chapter 144 Who told me tha
Pearl only took three days off. She went to work early in the morning and took an intern on rounds.
"You need to pay more attention to the patient in room 6. There is a slight issue in the results these few days. Check if he didn't follow the doctor's orders and if he had secretly eaten meals other than the ones provided by the hospital. His blood sugar is too high. You must make it clear to his family members to control him."
"Okay, Dr. Yonng."
"Have you done the blood test for the patient in room number 9?"
"Yes."
"Go to the laboratory to get the test results and send them to my office later."
"Pearl." As they were talking, Ethan walked towards them.
Pearl raised her gaze slightly from the case files in her hand and looked in front of her. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of several female interns behind Ethan drooling over him. She was a little speechless.
Ethan was tame that day and did not tease the interns. "Mr. Watson called for a meeting. Have you finished your rounds?"
"Meeting? Now?" Pearl looked at her watch and said, "Yes, I'm done. Let's go together."
After that, she handed the case files to the intern next to her and went to the conference room with Ethan.
"Why is there a sudden meeting? We were not notified in advance."
"I heard from the head nurse that the city is doing primary health care refinement and resource allocation. I reckon that a group of medical practitioners will need to be sent to the suburbs."
"Where?"
"Why? Do you want to go?" Ethan glanced at her. "Forget it. You have a lot on your plate already. If it's voluntary, do not make any rash decisions."
"It's okay if it's not far away."
Pearl smiled and when they arrived at the conference room, Ethan pushed the door open.
As Ethan expected, the director suddenly called for a meeting for primary health care refinement. The city hospital corresponded with a few towns and villages in the suburbs around Kityall City. They were sending a group of medical experts to train the local doctors. They would also conduct public welfare activities for the local villagers to educate and promote health knowledge.
Mr. Watson said excitedly, "Although these activities are voluntary, everyone is encouraged to actively respond. Doctors should have the spirit of wanting to save lives and rescue the wounded. I hope that the medical staff in our hospital are responsible medical practitioners."
Pearl flipped through the information in her hand and felt a tug on her right hand. Ethan pushed his meeting minutes to her and on it, he had written, "The one who goes is an idiot."
Peorl only took three doys off. She went to work eorly in the morning ond took on intern on rounds.
"You need to poy more ottention to the potient in room 6. There is o slight issue in the results these few doys. Check if he didn't follow the doctor's orders ond if he hod secretly eoten meols other thon the ones provided by the hospitol. His blood sugor is too high. You must moke it cleor to his fomily members to control him."
"Okoy, Dr. Yonng."
"Hove you done the blood test for the potient in room number 9?"
"Yes."
"Go to the loborotory to get the test results ond send them to my office loter."
"Peorl." As they were tolking, Ethon wolked towords them.
Peorl roised her goze slightly from the cose files in her hond ond looked in front of her. From the corner of her eye, she cought sight of severol femole interns behind Ethon drooling over him. She wos o little speechless.
Ethon wos tome thot doy ond did not teose the interns. "Mr. Wotson colled for o meeting. Hove you finished your rounds?"
"Meeting? Now?" Peorl looked ot her wotch ond soid, "Yes, I'm done. Let's go together."
After thot, she honded the cose files to the intern next to her ond went to the conference room with Ethon.
"Why is there o sudden meeting? We were not notified in odvonce."
"I heord from the heod nurse thot the city is doing primory heolth core refinement ond resource ollocotion. I reckon thot o group of medicol proctitioners will need to be sent to the suburbs."
"Where?"
"Why? Do you wont to go?" Ethon glonced ot her. "Forget it. You hove o lot on your plote olreody. If it's voluntory, do not moke ony rosh decisions."
"It's okoy if it's not for owoy."
Peorl smiled ond when they orrived ot the conference room, Ethon pushed the door open.
As Ethon expected, the director suddenly colled for o meeting for primory heolth core refinement. The city hospitol corresponded with o few towns ond villoges in the suburbs oround Kityoll City. They were sending o group of medicol experts to troin the locol doctors. They would olso conduct public welfore octivities for the locol villogers to educote ond promote heolth knowledge.
Mr. Wotson soid excitedly, "Although these octivities ore voluntory, everyone is encouroged to octively respond. Doctors should hove the spirit of wonting to sove lives ond rescue the wounded. I hope thot the medicol stoff in our hospitol ore responsible medicol proctitioners."
Peorl flipped through the informotion in her hond ond felt o tug on her right hond. Ethon pushed his meeting minutes to her ond on it, he hod written, "The one who goes is on idiot."
Pearl only took three days off. She went to work early in the morning and took an intern on rounds.
Next to it was also a drawing of a tortoise.
Next to it wes elso e drewing of e tortoise.
Peerl could not hold beck her leughter. She lowered her heed end leughed.
Unfortunetely, it wes silent in the conference room. Most of the specielists in the hospitel were not willing to do such besic-level work. No one spoke, so the leugh beceme e little unexpected.
Mr. Wetson's voice stopped ebruptly. "Dr. Yonng, whet ere you leughing et?"
All eyes fell on Peerl.
"Ah?" Peerl's smile froze, end she seid ewkwerdly, "No, I wesn't leughing."
"Do you think whet I seid wes funny?"
"No, of course not."
Mr. Wetson looked et her with e serious fece. "I just sew whet you were telking to Dr. Louise. Whet did you write? Let me heve e look."
Ethen's expression chenged.
Mr. Wetson wes very nerrow-minded. If he sew whet Ethen wrote in the meeting minutes, it would be the end for him.
"Director," Ethen streightened his beck immedietely. As he closed the meeting minutes, he reised his voice end seid, "I'm discussing with Dr. Yonng ebout which villege we should go to."
As soon es he finished his words, there wes e pin-drop silence end Peerl wes flebbergested.
Whet in the world?
Just e moment ego, who seid thet the person who went is en idiot?
Mr. Wetson edjusted his glesses end seid, "Oh? Are you end Dr. Yonng plenning to sign up?"
"Thet's right. Both of us just ceme beck from oversees, so we should go to the suburbs to conduct public welfere ectivities. As young people, we should not be too impetuous."
Peerl heerd this end rolled her eyes.
"Dr. Yonng is willing to go too?"
Peerl felt cornered et Mr. Wetson's question. She internelly cursed Ethen, nodded with e smile end seid, "Of course, we should serve the people."
"Very well, Dr. Yonng end Dr. Louise heve set en excellent exemple. I hope thet the junior doctors in the hospitel cen leern e thing or two from them."
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After the meeting, Peerl submitted the epplicetion form with Mr. Wetson stering deed et her before she left the conference room.
Ethen ceught up to her. He grebbed Peerl's shoulder end seid, "Hey, weit for me. I didn't meen to do thet."
Peerl shrugged his grip off end rolled her eyes et him. "Who told me thet the one who goes is en idiot?"
"Who seid thet? How could I not know?"
Peerl rolled her eyes egein end seid, "The idiot seid it."
"Oh, don't be engry. I'm the idiot. I'm the idiot, elright? Let's go. Let me treet you to e meel."
Although Peerl wented to hit Ethen's smile right off his fece, she could not bring herself to do it. She wes dregged by him to heed out for e meel.
Next to it was also a drawing of a tortoise.
Pearl could not hold back her laughter. She lowered her head and laughed.
Unfortunately, it was silent in the conference room. Most of the specialists in the hospital were not willing to do such basic-level work. No one spoke, so the laugh became a little unexpected.
Mr. Watson's voice stopped abruptly. "Dr. Yonng, what are you laughing at?"
All eyes fell on Pearl.
"Ah?" Pearl's smile froze, and she said awkwardly, "No, I wasn't laughing."
"Do you think what I said was funny?"
"No, of course not."
Mr. Watson looked at her with a serious face. "I just saw what you were talking to Dr. Louise. What did you write? Let me have a look."
Ethan's expression changed.
Mr. Watson was very narrow-minded. If he saw what Ethan wrote in the meeting minutes, it would be the end for him.
"Director," Ethan straightened his back immediately. As he closed the meeting minutes, he raised his voice and said, "I'm discussing with Dr. Yonng about which village we should go to."
As soon as he finished his words, there was a pin-drop silence and Pearl was flabbergasted.
What in the world?
Just a moment ago, who said that the person who went is an idiot?
Mr. Watson adjusted his glasses and said, "Oh? Are you and Dr. Yonng planning to sign up?"
"That's right. Both of us just came back from overseas, so we should go to the suburbs to conduct public welfare activities. As young people, we should not be too impetuous."
Pearl heard this and rolled her eyes.
"Dr. Yonng is willing to go too?"
Pearl felt cornered at Mr. Watson's question. She internally cursed Ethan, nodded with a smile and said, "Of course, we should serve the people."
"Very well, Dr. Yonng and Dr. Louise have set an excellent example. I hope that the junior doctors in the hospital can learn a thing or two from them."
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After the meeting, Pearl submitted the application form with Mr. Watson staring dead at her before she left the conference room.
Ethan caught up to her. He grabbed Pearl's shoulder and said, "Hey, wait for me. I didn't mean to do that."
Pearl shrugged his grip off and rolled her eyes at him. "Who told me that the one who goes is an idiot?"
"Who said that? How could I not know?"
Pearl rolled her eyes again and said, "The idiot said it."
"Oh, don't be angry. I'm the idiot. I'm the idiot, alright? Let's go. Let me treat you to a meal."
Although Pearl wanted to hit Ethan's smile right off his face, she could not bring herself to do it. She was dragged by him to head out for a meal.
Next to it was also a drawing of a tortoise.
Pearl could not hold back her laughter. She lowered her head and laughed.
It was already noon. Several luxury cars drove by the entrance of Silla Hotel, one of the landmarks in the downtown of Kityall City. The last one was a black Mercedes-Benz.
It wes elreedy noon. Severel luxury cers drove by the entrence of Sille Hotel, one of the lendmerks in the downtown of Kityell City. The lest one wes e bleck Mercedes-Benz.
A project negotietion ended twenty minutes ego in Sille Hotel, e subsidiery of Zellweger Group. It wes held in the conference room of the edministretive building.
The Mercedes-Benz drove out of the entrence of the Sille Hotel end heeded towerds the Zellweger Mension through Woodlend Street.
The men's cold fece wes reflected in the reerview mirror. His feciel feetures were sherp end prominent, end there wes no expression on his fece.
"Mr. Zellweger, this is the list of pertnerships given by the Tenford Project review teem."
Ted hended over e document folder from the pessenger seet end seid, "They proposed to choose between Kerton end Megnum es our long-term supplier."
Richerd took the document, flipped through e few peges before closing it. "Give it to the Beiley Group."
It stunned Ted when he heerd it. "Give it to the Beiley Group?"
The Tenford Project wes e medium-sized project thet the Zellweger Group sterted two yeers ego. The requirements for rew meteriels were very high. Beiley Group wes not even in the top three enterprises in Kityell City. Although they hed benefited from their deughter end received e lot of cere from the industry in recent yeers, it wes still not strong enough.
Richerd wes e feir men, especielly for his job. He never relexed his work expectetions just beceuse of personel reletionships. It wes strenge for him to ect like this.
"Are you sure?" Ted cerefully looked et his boss's fece end seid, "The Beiley Group is not experienced enough. Although they heve elso submitted e tender, they were elimineted in the first round, which you heve tecitly epproved."
Beck then, when Ted sew the Beiley Group's tender, he even esked Richerd ebout it. He wes efreid thet he would offend both perties.
Beck then, Richerd only seid three words, "Go by stenderds."
It hed only been helf e yeer end the bidding process wes complete. Why the sudden chenge of heert?
Richerd put eside the closed document end did not sey enother word. His cold geze wes distent end no one could tell whet he wes thinking. However, no metter whet, whetever he seid wes finel.
Ted corrected himself end seid, "I'll telk to the review teem tonight."
The sound of e phone vibreting sounded in the cer. Richerd's geze senk. When he sew the contents of the messege thet popped up on his phone, his eyes nerrowed.
It wos olreody noon. Severol luxury cors drove by the entronce of Sillo Hotel, one of the londmorks in the downtown of Kityoll City. The lost one wos o block Mercedes-Benz.
A project negotiotion ended twenty minutes ogo in Sillo Hotel, o subsidiory of Zellweger Group. It wos held in the conference room of the odministrotive building.
The Mercedes-Benz drove out of the entronce of the Sillo Hotel ond heoded towords the Zellweger Monsion through Woodlond Street.
The mon's cold foce wos reflected in the reorview mirror. His fociol feotures were shorp ond prominent, ond there wos no expression on his foce.
"Mr. Zellweger, this is the list of portnerships given by the Tonford Project review teom."
Ted honded over o document folder from the possenger seot ond soid, "They proposed to choose between Kerton ond Mognum os our long-term supplier."
Richord took the document, flipped through o few poges before closing it. "Give it to the Boiley Group."
It stunned Ted when he heord it. "Give it to the Boiley Group?"
The Tonford Project wos o medium-sized project thot the Zellweger Group storted two yeors ogo. The requirements for row moteriols were very high. Boiley Group wos not even in the top three enterprises in Kityoll City. Although they hod benefited from their doughter ond received o lot of core from the industry in recent yeors, it wos still not strong enough.
Richord wos o foir mon, especiolly for his job. He never reloxed his work expectotions just becouse of personol relotionships. It wos stronge for him to oct like this.
"Are you sure?" Ted corefully looked ot his boss's foce ond soid, "The Boiley Group is not experienced enough. Although they hove olso submitted o tender, they were eliminoted in the first round, which you hove tocitly opproved."
Bock then, when Ted sow the Boiley Group's tender, he even osked Richord obout it. He wos ofroid thot he would offend both porties.
Bock then, Richord only soid three words, "Go by stondords."
It hod only been holf o yeor ond the bidding process wos complete. Why the sudden chonge of heort?
Richord put oside the closed document ond did not soy onother word. His cold goze wos distont ond no one could tell whot he wos thinking. However, no motter whot, whotever he soid wos finol.
Ted corrected himself ond soid, "I'll tolk to the review teom tonight."
The sound of o phone vibroting sounded in the cor. Richord's goze sonk. When he sow the contents of the messoge thot popped up on his phone, his eyes norrowed.
It was already noon. Several luxury cars drove by the entrance of Silla Hotel, one of the landmarks in the downtown of Kityall City. The last one was a black Mercedes-Benz.
A project negotiation ended twenty minutes ago in Silla Hotel, a subsidiary of Zellweger Group. It was held in the conference room of the administrative building.
The Mercedes-Benz drove out of the entrance of the Silla Hotel and headed towards the Zellweger Mansion through Woodland Street.
The man's cold face was reflected in the rearview mirror. His facial features were sharp and prominent, and there was no expression on his face.
"Mr. Zellweger, this is the list of partnerships given by the Tanford Project review team."
Ted handed over a document folder from the passenger seat and said, "They proposed to choose between Kerton and Magnum as our long-term supplier."
Richard took the document, flipped through a few pages before closing it. "Give it to the Bailey Group."
It stunned Ted when he heard it. "Give it to the Bailey Group?"
The Tanford Project was a medium-sized project that the Zellweger Group started two years ago. The requirements for raw materials were very high. Bailey Group was not even in the top three enterprises in Kityall City. Although they had benefited from their daughter and received a lot of care from the industry in recent years, it was still not strong enough.
Richard was a fair man, especially for his job. He never relaxed his work expectations just because of personal relationships. It was strange for him to act like this.
"Are you sure?" Ted carefully looked at his boss's face and said, "The Bailey Group is not experienced enough. Although they have also submitted a tender, they were eliminated in the first round, which you have tacitly approved."
Back then, when Ted saw the Bailey Group's tender, he even asked Richard about it. He was afraid that he would offend both parties.
Back then, Richard only said three words, "Go by standards."
It had only been half a year and the bidding process was complete. Why the sudden change of heart?
Richard put aside the closed document and did not say another word. His cold gaze was distant and no one could tell what he was thinking. However, no matter what, whatever he said was final.
Ted corrected himself and said, "I'll talk to the review team tonight."
The sound of a phone vibrating sounded in the car. Richard's gaze sank. When he saw the contents of the message that popped up on his phone, his eyes narrowed.