MTL - Since 1981 Health School-Chapter 411 Open your mouth to ask for an official for your wife

  Chapter 411 Asking for an official for my wife

  Vietnam People's Hospital, Director's Office.

  President Guo crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and looked at Chen Qi with disdain:

"I said you boy, why are you in such a hurry to promote your wife? You said that you want to promote Comrade Lijuan to the deputy secretary of the Youth League branch, or the deputy director of the hospital office, and to be promoted to an administrative level. I can make a decision now .

But now I want to be the director of the department, even if it is the deputy director of the department, I dare not agree to this easily. If I agree, I will be drowned by the spit of the old staff. I have seen a 24-year-old dean, but I have never seen it Over 24 years old to be the director of the department. "

   Although Dean Guo is a crab in the People's Hospital, he is a domineering leader who walks sideways, but after all, there are game rules to be followed in the system.

  Department directors and deputy directors, according to the unspoken rules in the industry, must have made special contributions in the relevant specialty, or have a certain academic status, at least you have to be the most skilled in medicine.

  So in the hospital, many section chiefs and deans may be young (such as a chess player).

  But the director of the department must be a middle-aged employee, or even a white-haired grandfather, without exception.

   Not to mention Vietnam and China, the whole country is also the same.

  Lan Lijuan had been suppressed by Yu Chuandong before she was in the Fourth Hospital of Yuezhong University. She was not clinically outstanding, nor did she have any achievements, and she did not participate in relevant medical associations.

   There is a paper published in a top international journal. If you are a middle-aged doctor, this can be regarded as a huge achievement.

   But for the 24-year-old Lan Lijuan, this capital is still not enough to look at, and it is difficult to convince the public.

  So when I heard that Chen Qi asked Lan Lijuan to set up a separate internal medicine department and directly serve as the director of the department, even if Dean Guo was Chen Qi's biological father, he dared not agree to this request.

  This difficulty is even more difficult than operating as a vice president.

  Chen Qi was not in a hurry when he heard this, instead he drank his tea leisurely, his eyes still looking around in the office, looking like he was fooling around.

   Lan Lijuan blushed, she didn't expect Chen Qi to speak so directly, and she wanted to make herself a department director when she came up, it was too shameful.

   In fact, Chen Qi has no choice. Once this 2 million US dollar research group lands, if Lan Lijuan is not the director of the department or the person in charge of the research group, the consequences will be serious.

  First of all, if the subject has produced results, it must be given to the director of the department, and it is definitely the most important one, such as the right to author the paper. Which one will be the first author, the director of the department or the little doctor?

   Mao thought about it, he must put the leader in the front.

  Another one, 2 million US dollars is a big piece of fat. Whoever is the director of the department is the first person in charge of the project, so he has financial rights.

  Money is touching. You got such a large sum of money, but in the end, you let others keep it, and you have to agree to withdraw it, and there will be a balance when the time comes.

  Anyway, Chen Qi doesn't trust others. With so much money, even a careless person can't help but reach out in the end.

  So Chen Qi's idea, Lan Lijuan must be the head of the department, this is not negotiable.

  If the People's Hospital can't even do this, then he would rather bring Lan Lijuan back to the Fourth Hospital, and then brazenly break the rules and let his wife be the head of the department, even if he is sprayed like a dog by his colleagues all over the country.

   "President Guo, don't worry, I won't let you do embarrassing things, ahem, what if Comrade Lijuan brought the research team here by herself?"

  President Guo snorted:

   "It's great to lead a project? I'm still the person in charge of three research groups. Which of the veteran doctors in the hospital doesn't have a project?"

  Chen Qi smiled, with his nostrils upturned:

   "Hey, this project is really amazing. It is a cooperation with foreign countries. There is also Karolinska University Hospital in Sweden as a project partner. Do you know what to do with Karolinska University Hospital in Sweden?"

  President Guo was full of question marks: "Sweden Karolinska University Hospital? What is this for? How did it get involved with foreign countries?"

  Chen Qi said angrily:

   "Dean Guo, I'm going to criticize you for this. As an old leader and comrade, you should pay more attention to international current affairs. You are divorced from the masses, from the latest international information and fashion, and you are falling behind!"

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  A box of matches was thrown on Chen Qi's head.

   "Speak straight and fart, and I'm teaching you a lesson. When I was doing the revolution, you hadn't been reincarnated yet."

  Lan Lijuan covered her mouth and smiled, Chen Qi sat upright:

"It's like this. The Karolinska University Hospital in Sweden is the teaching hospital for the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Now you understand the awesomeness of this hospital? In addition, we are working with Asli from Sweden. Pull the company, and the three of us will jointly form a joint research group."

  Chen Qi said that Dean Guo didn’t know anything else, but when you mentioned the Nobel Prize, it was familiar.

   Sure enough, Dean Guo became interested: "Oh, so awesome? What subject?"

   "A few years ago, we entrusted Director Fan with the project. At that time, Professor Zhang Chunyi from the Provincial First Academy also participated in it."

   "Well, I remember this, it's internal medicine, that's all, the subject of finding unknown bacteria in the stomach, right? What's so special about this subject?"

   "Pay attention to bigness," Chen Qi approached and said:

"President Guo, you think, bacteria are found in the stomach, and most stomach diseases, gastric ulcers, and even gastric cancer are related to this bacteria. Then you think, if we can kill this bacteria, then we can cure some stomach diseases. Is it? For example, gastroduodenal ulcer, reflux esophagitis, etc., can also prevent the occurrence of gastric cancer, do you think such a subject is awesome?"

  President Guo is smoking a cigarette. As a doctor, he certainly understands the significance of this. Not only is it important, it is simply a subversion of the textbook.

   Now he also became serious:

   "Then tell me, what is the charter for this project? Since it is a cooperation with foreign hospitals and pharmaceutical companies, where is the research group? How will the funds be resolved? Who will get the results?"

  Chen Qi turned his nostrils up again, and said arrogantly:

   "I brought my wife to the People's Hospital. Of course I have to contribute to the People's Hospital. Otherwise, how can I have the nerve to ask her to be a department director? Of course this research group is located in the People's Hospital. Is this condition acceptable?"

  President Guo curled his lips: "So what if it's placed in the People's Hospital? This condition is not enough for Comrade Lijuan to be the director of the department."

  Chen Qi added: "So this topic can become a national key medical project, a national key laboratory, and a model of Sino-foreign cooperation?"

  Dean Guo still shook his head: "Don't brag, nothing is useless if you don't make achievements. You can't become a department director just by bragging. Wait until you get the grades."

  Chen Qi stretched out two fingers: "What if the funding for this research group is 2 million US dollars? Do you think it's still bragging?"

   With a bang, the lid of the teacup fell on the table, and Dean Guo’s eyeballs protruded:

   "Many, how much?"

  (end of this chapter)