My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1410 - 561: Confession, Rescue Operation_2

It is a difficult task to guard against internal threats, whether by day or by night.

She managed to integrate herself into Zhou Can’s surgical team, earning everyone’s trust, which greatly facilitated her plans to undermine him.

This situation served as a crucial lesson for Zhou Can, urging him to exercise greater vigilance henceforth.

It is imperative to circumvent legal entanglements.

Only through such precautions can one achieve greater success.

"Five hundred thousand. To expend such a considerable sum with the sole intention of bringing me down. I wonder who could be behind this? To have the First Hospital willingly cooperate indicates the mastermind must be no ordinary individual."

After a period of contemplation, Zhou Can deduced that the Third Hospital was the likely instigator.

It is only the Third Hospital that harbors such a desperate animosity towards Zhou Can.

Their modus operandi is to destroy what they cannot obtain.

Such a petty and vindictive mindset is truly alarming.

It also evokes a sense of contempt.

The Third Hospital currently resembles a dying colossus. They opine that by dismantling Zhou Can, Tuya Hospital’s Cardiothoracic Surgery department will falter, thereby presenting them with an opportunity for resurgence.

However, they fail to introspect and address their own inherent shortcomings.

It is patently obvious that their inadequate services and subpar medical expertise are the root causes of their current predicament.

Yet, they now attribute their woes to Zhou Can.

"Dean Zhang, you may be unaware, but my greatest pleasure lies in dealing with traitors. To spend five hundred thousand to ruin me, yet fail to achieve their objective, would be an insult to the 120 IQ bestowed upon me by my parents."

A calculating smile played on Zhou Can’s lips.

When faced with an aggressor, one has every right to retaliate.

A decisive blow must be delivered.

The Third Hospital struggles to meet its payroll, yet can somehow allocate five hundred thousand to a scheme aimed at destroying Zhou Can. Truly, one must admire the 'brilliant strategies' of those two Deans Zhang. If this institution does not collapse, then Heaven itself has failed.

With his mind made up, Zhou Can promptly dialed Jiang Wei’s number.

The call connected briefly before disconnecting with a busy signal.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later!"

Subsequent attempts to reach her resulted in the phone being switched off.

Her emotional state must be highly volatile right now, causing her to avoid speaking with Zhou Can.

This naive young woman, given another opportunity to earn that fifty thousand, is choosing not to answer.

She is an indispensable element in orchestrating a counter-scheme against the hidden antagonist.

Furthermore, her exceptional nursing skills command Zhou Can’s deep respect, and he hopes such a prodigious talent will not be lost to misfortune.

To retain her, a plan must be devised to help her earn the fifty thousand and clear her high-interest debt.

A sincere and in-depth conversation with her is absolutely essential.

Zhou Can immediately set off in his car towards her residence in the Century New City neighborhood.

He reasoned that by simply waiting outside her door, he would eventually encounter her.

En route, Zhou Can contemplated whether to invite Su Qianqian to accompany him. He considered that meeting Jiang Wei alone, especially later, might inadvertently lead to unexpected physical or emotional entanglements.

However, this situation stems from her past troubles, and introducing a third party could significantly wound her self-esteem and personal integrity.

Just as a tree relies on its bark for protection, so too does a person value their dignity.

Upholding the other person’s dignity, preserving their reputation and character, is of utmost importance.

Having reached this conclusion, Zhou Can abandoned the idea of involving Su Qianqian.

He drove to Jiang Wei’s residential complex, where the same security guard he’d encountered previously was on duty.

Many smaller apartment buildings employ only two security guards to manage rotating shifts.

This is primarily because the security guards' salaries are funded by the property management fees collected from residents. A complex with only a hundred households cannot gather sufficient fees to retain a larger security staff.

"Boss, you’re back!"

The security guard greeted him proactively.

Zhou Can’s possession of a Mercedes-Benz, a symbol of affluence to the average person, lends credence to the guard’s informal address.

"May I inquire if the young lady tenant who was in my car a few days ago has returned?"

Zhou Can asked the security guard.

"I saw her this morning, but she hasn't come back yet. However, I overheard her mentioning plans to sell her house. Perhaps she intends to move in with you?"

The security guard jested, offering a suggestive grin.

"Nothing of the sort, we are merely colleagues. Please refrain from spreading rumors. Here is a cigarette for you. I intend to park inside for a while and wait for her return. Also, we had a disagreement, and she's currently not inclined to see me. Therefore, if she does return, could you please not inform her of my presence?"

Zhou Can presented the security guard with a pack of premium cigarettes.

A single pack of such quality easily exceeds a hundred yuan.

Upon receiving the expensive cigarettes, the security guard's face lit up, revealing a wide grin that showcased his large, dark teeth.

It appeared the doorman possessed at least two to three decades of smoking history.

"Hehe, I understand, I understand! Proceed inside! Women certainly need frequent comforting." Upon receiving the cigarettes, the security guard’s demeanor shifted, becoming notably more deferential and enthusiastic, even offering Zhou Can some advice on interacting with women.

"Thank you!"

Zhou Can guided his vehicle into the residential compound, selecting a parking spot a considerable distance from her building.

Then, he remained seated inside his car, in anticipation.

The hours gradually slipped away; Zhou Can was originally scheduled to participate in a Level 4 critical surgery in Cardiothoracic Surgery that very day. However, circumstances left him with no alternative but to wait there patiently.

Within the Cardiothoracic Surgery department, either Xue Yan and his colleagues would undertake the procedure themselves, or it would be rescheduled.

Dusk settled in, nearing nine in the evening, yet she had still not returned.

A sense of unease grew within Zhou Can. With her phone apparently off and her workday concluded over two hours prior, her continued absence from home caused him worry. Perhaps she had visited a friend, or perhaps she was at a bar, seeking solace.

Naturally, the possibility existed that she had gone to her boyfriend’s residence.

Yet, based on their daily interactions, Zhou Can had a strong impression that she did not currently have a boyfriend. At the very least, he believed her to be single at this moment.

This inference was supported by numerous subtle indicators.

Often, highly educated women tend to be quite particular and prioritize their professional lives, leading them to marry later in life. It’s not uncommon for female postgraduate students to reach their thirties without having experienced a romantic relationship.

It’s even said that with every advancement in educational attainment, the probability of remaining an unmarried woman of a certain age doubles.

Female PhD holders are frequently perceived as the epitome of ‘leftover women’."

Just as Zhou Can’s restlessness began to mount, a familiar, elegant figure was observed approaching Building 3. Her gait was visibly unsteady, indicating she had clearly been drinking to numb her sorrows.

Her despondency was quite understandable.

She was under immense pressure from her family to settle a high-interest loan of seventy thousand for her brother. Professionally, she faced similar difficulties, including a recent conflict with Zhou Can.

Moreover, she might soon be compelled to seek new employment.

To compound matters, she had forfeited a reward of fifty thousand.

The convergence of these numerous setbacks would strain even the most resilient individual.

Resorting to alcohol as an anesthetic is a common, albeit ultimately unhelpful, method of escape.

Despite the widely acknowledged truth that drowning one’s sorrows in drink only intensifies them, many still succumb to the temptation.

Zhou Can promptly exited his vehicle and strode purposefully towards her.

Alerted by the sound of approaching footsteps, she regained a measure of sobriety. She swiftly turned to face the sound.

After all, it had only been a few days since three debt collectors had unexpectedly appeared at her door.

"Boss!"

Upon recognizing Zhou Can, her expression visibly eased, though her eyes held a complex mix, her gaze somewhat averted.

This was while she was still under the influence of alcohol; in a clearer state, she might have immediately turned and fled.

"I attempted to contact you, but you didn't answer. I surmised you might be heading home, so I decided to wait for you here," Zhou Can explained.

"Are you angry with me for plotting against you, intending to teach me a lesson?" she swayed, her eyes glazed from the alcohol.

"Not at all. My intention is to assist you. Everyone is capable of making errors, and the fact that you halted your actions in time is commendable. How about we find a teahouse to discuss matters?"

Zhou Can deliberately avoided suggesting they go to her residence.

Given that she was a young woman, inebriated, and knowing she was alone at home, proposing a conversation at her place could easily lead to misunderstandings.

"Going to a teahouse incurs expenses. Let's go to my place instead!" she suggested, her tone carrying an air of confidence in Zhou Can.

"Very well!"

Considering her current intoxicated state, proceeding to a teahouse presented numerous logistical challenges, and he would ultimately need to escort her home anyway. Her own residence seemed the more practical option.

They proceeded towards the elevator.

Her steps were anything but steady.

"Be careful!"

Zhou Can quickly reached out to steady her as he saw she was on the verge of stumbling.

She showed little reaction to his support, seeming entirely comfortable with Zhou Can’s physical assistance.

This indicated a significant level of trust and a perceived closeness towards Zhou Can.

After helping her inside her apartment and turning on the lights, she unceremoniously closed the door behind them.