From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor

Liang Guangsu glared at Xu Chunliang through gritted teeth: "You came at just the right time. Who gave you the right to publish my name?"

"You were late."

Liang Guangsu said, "I’m the only one who was late, huh? Jiang Meiju was late too. Why’d you record me and not her?"

The people around them secretly sighed. This Liang Guangsu was panicking and biting everyone he saw. Word of this would definitely reach Jiang Meiju’s ears; if she doesn’t hate him to death after this, it’d be strange. In fact, Liang Guangsu’s private character wasn’t much to speak of—arrogant and full of himself. He didn’t have many genuine friends in the hospital.

Xu Chunliang said, "It’s not up to you. Section Chief Jiang arrived at the hospital before eight, then went out to take care of a small matter. She already explained the situation to me."

"Who the hell do you think you are? The head of Personnel goes out and has to explain herself to you? Who gave you the power to clock us in?"

Xu Chunliang said, "I’m new here, I don’t have any status in the hospital, and no one has given me any power. Director Liang, you need to get one thing straight: it’s the hospital’s rules and regulations that are punishing you, not me. Since the leaders collectively made this rule, if you violate it, you’re going up against the hospital leadership. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn’t be aiming it at me. You should be looking for Dean Yan, Vice Director Pan, Vice Director Zhao, and Vice Director Li!"

Yan Huaiyi silently exclaimed, Brilliant, this is brilliant—shunting the trouble eastward, what a move! One swing of the stick hits a whole crowd. Weren’t you all here to watch the show? Now you’re all roped in.

The three vice directors looked at each other, speechless. This young man was something else—a single sentence and he’d shoved Liang Guangsu over to the opposite side of the hospital leadership. Liang really had no good way to respond.

Liang Guangsu said, "Cut that crap with me. Ever since the Infectious Disease Hospital was founded, no one has done the kind of vile thing you’re doing. If you compare the hospital to an army, we medical staff are the soldiers charging on the front lines. It’s bad enough you don’t do a proper job of supporting us from the rear; now you’re coming up with ways to drag us down and disgust us. This is chilling to us clinical workers."

Putting on a look of utter disillusionment, Liang Guangsu sighed and said, "If things go on like this, who’s still willing to dedicate themselves to the hospital? We work ourselves to the bone to make money and feed everyone, and in the end some people are still busy making life difficult for us, humiliating us."

Pan Junfeng thought to himself that this was a bit too arrogant, but he was an old classmate after all. Considering that he was worked up, saying a few extreme things was understandable. Right now, the most important thing was to calm him down.

Pan Junfeng said, "Old Liang, don’t get mad. Xiaoxu just arrived and isn’t familiar with you yet. This kind of thing won’t happen again in the future, right, Xiaoxu?" He winked at Xu Chunliang, meaning: kid, that’s enough. You’ve already made it to office director, you’ve got all the face you need. Show some mercy when you can; don’t make it too ugly. It won’t do you any good.

Xu Chunliang said, "Director Liang, I think you’re a bit extreme."

Liang Guangsu had actually planned to step down once Xu Chunliang said a few softening words, but he hadn’t expected another line like that. The anger that had just subsided flared up again in an instant: "Who are you calling extreme?"

Yan Huaiyi secretly sighed, Here we go again. Xu Chunliang really isn’t afraid of things blowing up. It’d be better to stop now. He also worried that if this kept escalating, it’d be impossible to clean up afterward. Xu was new, after all; even if he himself backed him up, the local forces here were still strong.

Xu Chunliang said, "The hospital is a whole. Everyone has their own position and job. There’s no such thing as who’s important and who’s not, no high or low, noble or humble. Even though you’re the director of a clinical department, you’re really not that much more noble than the rest of us."

Liang Guangsu was so angry he burst out laughing: "You’re too young. How much value do you create for the hospital? All the directors are here; ask them how much value our Gastroenterology Department creates for the hospital. To be blunt, a big chunk of your salary and bonuses is money our department earns. Without us, you could go drink cold northwest wind."

Xu Chunliang said, "Exactly. That’s why your income is high. You own five apartments in Dongzhou, and it seems you’ve got another one in the provincial capital, in Jianlin Garden on Pingbao Road, right? Your wife drives a Porsche Cayenne. You’re relatively low-key yourself; up till now you only drive a VW Tiguan. Actually, given your identity and status, you really ought to at least be in a BMW X5, no?"

Liang Guangsu’s face turned green. And not just his—the hearts of the other vice directors all skipped a beat at the same time. Where did Xu Chunliang get all this information?

Liang Guangsu said, "You... you’re making vicious, baseless accusations..." Wasn’t this guy supposed to be checking attendance? How did it turn into checking his assets? He’d even gotten down to which road and which compound in the provincial capital; he’d only stopped short of reading out his door number.

Xu Chunliang said, "The more you give, the more you get. I’m not jealous at all. But rules are rules. My coming to Dongzhou Infectious Disease Hospital was an arrangement from higher-ups, a normal job transfer. Since I’m here to work, I have to do my job well. I don’t rely on you to feed me; my salary is paid by the state. Every cent I take is what I deserve. So don’t keep saying our salaries are all earned by you. Everyone earns their own money and spends their own money. You haven’t spent a single cent on me. As for whether you’ve spent money on anyone else, I wouldn’t know."

Xu Chunliang looked at the directors. Right now, not a single one of them dared meet his gaze. Pan Junfeng was cursing Liang Guangsu in his heart: Liang, even Heaven rains when it’s too wild, and people suffer disaster when they’re too arrogant. That mouth of yours, never knowing when to shut up—now you’ve run into someone ruthless.

At this moment, Yan Huaiyi just had to chime in: "Let me state for the record, I haven’t taken a single cent from Director Liang either." He wasn’t stuttering now, and inside he was riding high. Damn you, Liang Guangsu, that’s what you get for acting all high and mighty with me. I already gave you face; you’re the one who threw it away. You feed us? How big a face do you need to say that? I’m the dean of the hospital and even I don’t dare say that, yet you went and said it out loud. Good! Serves you right to be embarrassed.