This miracle doctor just wants to be fired!

Zhou Cheng arrived ten minutes late. Lin Wei had already sat at the table and flipped through half of the sample booklet, with several invitations of similar color in front of her.

"I'm not too late, am I?" Zhou Cheng sat down opposite her.

Lin Wei glanced at the time: "Nine minutes and forty seconds. Considering you came from the hospital, we can ignore that."

The designer pushed several sample drafts in front of Zhou Cheng.

Some people prefer gold foil stamping and embossing, while others choose brightly colored illustrations.

The photos Lin Wei picked out were all very simple: one was off-white, one was light gray, and one had very faint dark patterns.

"Which one do you like?" she asked.

Zhou Cheng looked at it carefully once, then pointed to the off-white one: "This one."

"What's the reason? The words are the clearest."

Lin Wei paused for two seconds, then turned to the designer and said, "His criteria for choosing invitations are the same as his criteria for looking at medical records."

The designer couldn't help but laugh.

The two continued their discussion about fonts.

Lin Wei prefers a slightly more lively handwriting style, while Zhou Cheng finds some lines of text difficult to decipher.

Finally, both sides compromised, agreeing to use handwritten names while keeping the dates and locations in clear printed font.

Just after Zhou Cheng finished reviewing the inner pages, his phone vibrated.

Zhao Sisi sent a message: "Teacher, if we consider working hours as a social factor, should we record it as a continuous variable, or should we first divide it into fixed shifts, rotating shifts, and freelance work?"

Zhou Cheng looked down and replied, "Look at the existing scales first, don't categorize them arbitrarily."

No sooner had the message been sent than Li Mingyuan sent another flowchart, asking whether the animal pre-experiment should only retain a three-month observation endpoint.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yu also sent Mr. He a large-print version of the medication list, asking him to confirm whether the purpose of the medication needed to be added.

Lin Wei was comparing the colors of the two envelopes when she looked up and saw him replying to messages one after another.

"student?"

"Um."

"Are you all in a hurry?"

Zhou Cheng glanced at his phone: "Not in a rush."

Lin Wei wasn't angry, nor did she urge him to put down his phone. She simply placed the light gray and beige envelopes side by side in front of him: "Then help me choose this one first."

Zhou Cheng placed his phone face down on the table and looked at it carefully for a moment: "Mi Bai".

"Is it because the words are clear again?"

"This time it's because the color matches the invitation."

"There has been progress."

Lin Wei placed the off-white envelope next to the sample, indicating to the designer to modify it according to this design.

She only picked up her cup and took a sip of water after the designer left to adjust the electronic draft.

"I know you've just started teaching students, and they're used to coming to you when they have problems. It's hard for you to pretend you didn't see the message."

Zhou Cheng sensed that she wanted to say something more: "You'd like to set a time?"

"11 PM," Lin Wei said. "Handle emergency room matters, changes in patient conditions, or matters related to surgeries the next day as usual. Research plans, paper formats, and statistical methods should be discussed after 11 PM, preferably the next day."

"The students might still be working at night."

"They can send them, and you reply in the morning." Lin Wei looked at him. "Mentors don't need to prove they're online 24/7. If you reply to every message in the middle of the night, they'll immediately ask you whenever they encounter a problem, instead of thinking for themselves first."

Zhou Cheng originally wanted to explain a few more words, but after hearing the end, he felt that what she said did make sense.

In the past, when he was doing scientific research, he was used to dealing with problems immediately.

Now that we have students, if we continue to take on every question immediately, the students will easily become dependent on our judgment.

In the long run, this may not be a good thing for them.

"Okay." Zhou Cheng nodded. "Non-urgent messages after 11 o'clock will be processed the next day."

Lin Wei picked up her phone and wrote a line in her notes app.

Zhou Cheng noticed her actions: "Do I have to remember this?"

"I'm afraid Director Zhou will forget."

"My memory isn't that bad."

"Yesterday you even called the wedding invitation a discharge notice from the hospital."

Zhou Cheng paused for a moment.

Yesterday, Lin Wei asked him if he had read the invitation text. He was reviewing Chen Yu's research proposal at the time and casually replied, "There's too much content; patients won't be able to remember it."

This is indeed difficult to explain.

The designer quickly returned with the revised draft.

The two finalized the design: off-white cardstock, light-colored textured paper, and dark gray font. The names were kept in a handwritten style, while the dates and hotel address were clearly listed below.

It was almost 10 o'clock when I left the design shop.

As the shops along the street closed one after another, Lin Wei took his hand and asked him if he wanted to go back to the hospital that night.

"I'm not going back today."

"Where's the paper?"

"Go home and watch it for half an hour."

"What about the student messages?"

"Reply before 11 o'clock."

"What about after 11 o'clock?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Lin Wei nodded in satisfaction.

As Zhou Cheng walked to the parking lot, his phone vibrated again.

Chen Yu sent a message saying that she was going to record the entire medication management process after Mr. He was discharged from the hospital, and contact his daughter to see if medication errors could be reduced by using a fixed medicine box, a large-print medication chart, and weekly video checks.

Zhou Cheng read it but did not reply immediately.

The time is 10:07, which is 53 minutes away from the agreed time of 11:00.

But he put his phone back in his pocket and opened the car door for Lin Wei first.

Answering some questions ten minutes earlier or later will not affect the research.

The person in front of him had been waiting for him all night, and he couldn't very well let her keep him company while he looked at his phone after he finished choosing the invitations and heading home.

……

After returning home, Zhou Cheng sat down at his desk and read through the messages from the three students one by one.

Li Mingyuan's research began to shift from large-scale animal experiments to clinical problems that could be addressed.

Zhao Sisi realized for the first time that the scale of the data could not make up for the lack of key variables.

Chen Yu's original, most basic topic gradually moved from a vague "poor compliance" into the real lives of patients.

The three researchers had not completely changed their research directions, but they were already noticeably different from when they first met.

Zhou Cheng did not choose the answer for them.

He simply asked them to leave their computers and documents and spend a week with the patients.

At 10:58, after replying to the last message, he switched his phone to emergency contact-only mode.

Two minutes later, the screen lit up again with a new question from Zhao Sisi.

Zhou Cheng glanced at it but didn't open it.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Zhao Sisi received Zhou Cheng's reply, which consisted of only one sentence.

"Go ask the patient first, then decide how to classify this variable."