My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1225 - 483: Recruiting Another Fighter, Midnight Murder (2)

"Are you aware of the department where I work? It's the most dismal Emergency Department in this hospital."

Zhou Can spoke to him with utmost seriousness.

"I'm aware, I'm aware, yet I don't believe the department makes any difference. What truly counts is the doctor's abilities, expertise, moral standards, and promise. I'm convinced you'll accomplish great things ahead. Naturally, if my judgment about you proves off, I'll own up to it. Life's decisions are all bets, and I've picked this route to advance alongside you. Regardless of the hardships, I'll clench my teeth and push forward through the tears."

Dr. Pu, being several years senior to Zhou Can, is likely 31 or 32 years old this year.

In comparison, his age, qualifications, personality, and expertise all pleased Zhou Can greatly.

With his decision now set, Zhou Can began to think about bringing him on board.

"Are you sure you've considered it fully?"

"Yes, I've mulled it over countless times already."

"Mulled it over countless times? So when exactly did you begin contemplating joining my group?"

"Yesterday. Watching you handle that hemothorax patient, your skills weren't just top-notch, but your compassion shone through too. Right then, I made up my mind. Honestly, I first noticed you... hehe, on my very first day in Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was mostly due to how standout you were there. Back then, I was utterly amazed; a doctor junior to me excelled so brilliantly in Cardiothoracic Surgery. Handling rounds, tackling tough diagnoses, joining big operations—seemingly mastering it all, with the chief and deputy chiefs showing you remarkable respect. That kind of brilliant aura makes it impossible for fresh faces like us to overlook."

Upon listening to Dr. Pu's explanation, Zhou Can gave a bitter smile.

He hadn't sought the spotlight, yet when one's prowess shines, staying under the radar proves tough.

Particularly in hands-on medical scenarios, stepping up becomes essential when the moment demands it.

Picture this: as the patient teeters on the brink, you're busy concealing your talents, idling on the sidelines—is that fitting?

At times, the window for saving a life might span only one or two minutes, or even less.

The goal of pursuing medicine lies in preserving lives, and Zhou Can never bothered with intentionally drawing attention to himself.

"Fine, tomorrow I'll discuss it with Director Xue, then request permission from Director Lou in the Emergency Department. Should they both approve, you can join and become my partner. But I'll lay out the harsh truths upfront: my group enforces tough standards. Should your work falter, or if major problems crop up down the line—like lapses in ethics or carelessness... I'll remove you from the team without hesitation."

Zhou Can prefers to spell out expectations early on.

This approach is known as establishing the basic rules.

"Wonderful! Thank you so much, thank you—I'll absolutely value this precious chance."

At that instant, Dr. Pu beamed like a delighted kid.

His features radiated grins and delight, paired with animated gestures of excitement, which couldn't help but make Zhou Can laugh softly.

"When you transfer, I'll have you start by overseeing the ward. The pay might not match Cardiothoracic Surgery's. Take tonight to reflect deeply. If you change your mind, just message or ring me come morning."

Shifting a physician between departments isn't straightforward.

Approval from the heads of both sections is needed, while the Medical Affairs and HR offices tend to facilitate things easily. Once the departments settle it, obstacles are rare.

Following his talk with Dr. Pu, Zhou Can headed out from the hospital grounds.

With the hour so advanced, he had to rush back home.

Since the distance is brief, he opts for walking most days. The Mercedes he purchased mostly rests unused in the garage.

To folks short on funds, possessing a high-end vehicle fulfills a wild aspiration.

They dream of cruising in it to flaunt status in alumni groups, back home, or among kin, whereas for affluent individuals like Zhou Can, any vehicle, no matter the cost, serves merely as transportation.

Furthermore, among the rich like him, barring the unethical offspring of affluent heirs or bureaucrats, most lead packed schedules.

Opportunities to drive are typically limited.

It's mainly for daily commutes, client meetings, or business errands, and the like.

Exiting the hospital, a cool evening gust swept by, sharpening his thoughts remarkably.

Having labored through the day in the hospital from past 7 a.m. till this point, even a man of steel would sense weariness.

The struggles faced by physicians remain largely unseen by those outside the field.

Frequently, healthcare workers lose track of day from night.

Entering a somewhat confined alley, that sensation of being cornered resurfaced.

At such a late time, could someone truly be tailing him in secret?

Hastening his steps with a furrowed brow, he wondered about uncovering the identity of his hidden watcher.

Assuming it wasn't just in his head, this stalker had been on him for an extended period.

Their motives surely weren't straightforward.

Aware of his wealth, plotting an abduction?

Or maybe aggrieved patients or their kin seeking an opening for retaliation?

Judging it proves challenging at present.

Abruptly, an itch pricked his forehead, his scalp prickled, chills erupted across his skin, eyelids fluttered wildly, and his heart raced anxiously.

Sensing peril closing in on instinct, he lunged ahead with a stride and broke into a frantic dash.

What's more, he opted for a winding route during his sprint.

Zigzagging while running aims to thwart the attacker from lining up a shot with a firearm, arrow, or comparable arms in hiding.