This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

After a five-day joint investigation by personnel from multiple departments, including the Medical Affairs Office and the Discipline Inspection Team, the conclusion report bearing the bright red official seal was finally placed on the coffee table in the dean's office.

The report was carefully worded, but it couldn't hide the deliberate bias between the lines.

It was clearly stated that there was no illegal behavior by the hospital's medical staff accepting red envelopes from patients.

However, regarding this fatal surgical accident, the responsibility was lightly attributed to "the individual negligence of a few doctors" through the mediation and hints of Dean Zhang He.

What's even more intriguing is the ultimate attribution of responsibility.

The surgeon in charge of the operation was Gu Mo, and the person who approved the procedures was Zhang He. However, the one who was ultimately pushed to the forefront and bore the main responsibility was another doctor who was usually unknown, Fan Lin.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see with a little thought that Fan Lin has become the latest scapegoat in this power struggle, using his professional reputation to shield the person truly responsible.

In an effort to quickly quell the anger of the patients' families who had gathered at the hospital entrance, the hospital management reluctantly agreed to the exorbitant compensation demand of three million yuan.

This enormous sum, enough to burden an ordinary doctor for half a lifetime, was not borne by Fan Lin alone. Instead, a cost-sharing model was adopted in which "the hospital's public account paid the majority, and Gu Mo, Zhang He, and Fan Lin shared the remaining amount proportionally."

This is clearly a hidden compensation for Fan Lin, who "voluntarily took the blame," and it is also a common tactic used by Zhang He to stabilize morale.

However, this matter has reached a satisfactory conclusion for both parties.

The victims received compensation, and Zhang He preserved his reputation.

At the same moment the official investigation results were published on the hospital's intranet, Yu Chenzhou received two notifications in his office system:

One of the notices was "Notice on Suspending Yu Chenzhou's 'Precision Minimally Invasive Surgical Technique Research' Project", the reason being that "the project direction and hospital development plan need to be re-evaluated";

The other reason was the rejection opinion from the professional title evaluation committee, which stated that "the completeness of the application materials is questionable".

The two notices were like two precise, blunt knives, completely severing his path to promotion at the hospital.

This means that Yu Chenzhou has been officially removed from the hospital's list of key talent trainees.

His core technical position, which he has worked in for many years, will most likely be taken over by Gu Mo, who has made significant contributions, and Fan Lin, who is obedient.

When the news spread, some people in the department felt sympathy, some were secretly pleased, and most chose to remain silent and observe.

In response, Yu Chenzhou simply looked down at the notification pop-up on his phone, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

He had already anticipated this outcome from the moment he refused to sign the liability determination letter.

In his previous life, Yu Chenzhou had seen too many mediocre people who rose to power through connections, and he had also personally experienced how privilege could distort fairness.

In any field, privilege is like poison coated in honey, forever emitting a foul stench that draws people in.

What the privileged system needs are pawns who can be controlled and are willing to take the blame for others, not a "troublemaker" like him who is technically skilled but unwilling to bow down and compromise.

But Yu Chenzhou was never one to back down; his counterattack was decisive and direct.

That afternoon, he placed a neatly printed and concisely worded resignation letter steadily on Dean Zhang He's desk.

"Are you serious?"

Zhang He gripped the thin sheet of paper tightly, his fingertips applying slight pressure, his face filled with undisguised disbelief.

He put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a dull thud as it hit the table, his tone carrying a deliberately amplified reminder.

"Yu Chenzhou, you'd better think this through. The mortgage on that house you own is nearly 30,000 yuan a month!"

In his view, with the current economic downturn, countless people are desperate to get a job in a public hospital and secure a stable income.

Yu Chenzhou is ruining his future by giving up a stable job; he's been blinded by anger.

"There are rumors online that Gen Z dares to take over the workplace. Today I'll set a precedent for you—we Gen Y also have the courage to just pack up and leave."

Yu Chenzhou sat on the opposite chair, a calm smile on his face, his tone relaxed yet firm.

"As for the mortgage, please don't trouble yourself with that. I have my own way of handling it."

His gaze swept calmly over Zhang He's astonished face behind the desk, without wavering in the slightest.

This composure stands in stark contrast to the cold expression on Zhang He's face when he was plotting in his office how to reduce Yu Chenzhou's performance bonus and freeze his research funding.

Outsiders have no way of knowing that Yu Chenzhou's confidence was not unfounded.

Even without the support of a system, just considering the fact that Su Qinghuan's family in the original drama constantly demanded living expenses and medical expenses from him under the guise of "family affection," he was still in a difficult situation.

The fact that he was never able to empty his savings suggests that the author's attribution of his "accurate stock market predictions" is probably extremely far-fetched.

With the savings the original owner had accumulated through intermittent stock trading over the years, it was enough to support him in dealing with the current economic pressure.

Moreover, as he participates in the lottery more often, he will acquire more and more skills, making money will no longer be a difficult task.

According to the "Hospital Personnel Management Regulations", attending physicians must submit a written application one month in advance to resign. The resignation process can only begin after the department and the hospital office have approved the application and the handover of patients has been completed.

But Yu Chenzhou's case was far more special than that of ordinary doctors:

The three research projects he participated in as a core member all involved national-level medical secrets, so he signed strict confidentiality agreements when he participated.

According to the terms of the agreement, a confidentiality period of three to six months must be observed.

In addition, although the three-year service period for which the hospital funded his overseas training has expired, the attached non-compete agreement is still in effect.

This means that even if he successfully leaves his job, he will not be able to join other medical institutions of the same level in the short term, which is equivalent to temporarily blocking his way out in the industry.

"I approved the application, but you know the rules."

Zhang He pulled a fountain pen from the pen holder and signed his name on the application form in a flamboyant manner, the pen tip making a screeching sound as it scraped across the paper.

He raised his eyes and stared at the smiling Yu Chenzhou, his triangular eyes narrowing, his gaze full of sinister threat.

"Come back in six months to complete the formal resignation procedures."

If you dare to make even the slightest mistake during this period.

Even if you say just one more word related to work, I can immediately request a confidentiality review against you.

If you want things to go smoothly, then stay put.

He had already planned everything out in his mind:

For the next six months, Yu Chenzhou was only paid his basic monthly salary, with all performance bonuses, research subsidies, and transportation allowances cut.

If you force him to admit his mistakes with a meager income, won't he eventually have to beg you to take back your decision?

Yu Chenzhou picked up the signed application form, and after confirming that there were no problems, gently put it into his briefcase.

As he stood up, he deliberately pushed the guest chair back into its original position gently. The chair legs made a slight rustling sound as they rubbed against the floor, as if silently proclaiming his dignity.

"Don't worry, when it comes to following the rules, I'm much better than you people who treat the rules as tools."

As he turned to leave, his voice reached Zhang He's ears clearly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

Watching Yu Chenzhou's upright, unperturbed figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

Zhang He curled his lip, spat on the ground, and sneered inwardly:

"I'd like to see how long your composure can last."

"Wait until the mortgage payment reminder arrives in a few months, then you'll be begging me for payment."

He would never have imagined that if Yu Chenzhou could hear these thoughts, he would only respond with a curt reply:

"You're destined not to see the day I can't hold on any longer."

As soon as Yu Chenzhou's footsteps disappeared into the stairwell, Zhang He grabbed the internal phone on his desk and urgently summoned Gu Mo and Fan Lin to his office.

He pointed to the handover process sheet on the table and sternly assigned the two people to be responsible for all the work related to Yu Chenzhou.

He also emphasized that "the sooner the better, all patient information and research data must be handed over within three days."

His plan was shrewd:

The goal was to keep Yu Chenzhou idle in his office every day during this six-month declassification period, unable to even use a computer that could log into the research system.

He became a laughingstock throughout the entire hospital, letting everyone know the consequences of "disobedience."

Fan Lin stood to the side, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his white coat, a troubled look on his face.

He knew Yu Chenzhou's skills and character, but dared not disobey the dean's orders;

Gu Mo was already all smiles and readily agreed.

He was already eager to show off because he was jealous of Yu Chenzhou's talent, and the mistake in the last surgery made him hate Yu Chenzhou to the core.

At this moment, they are eager to kick someone when they're down, so they naturally won't miss this opportunity to suppress their opponent.

When the news of Yu Chenzhou submitting his resignation spread like wildfire throughout the hospital.

The nurses at the station whispered among themselves, and the department head glanced at him a couple more times as he passed by his office.

Su Qinghuan heard the news from the head nurse, and she rushed out of her office almost immediately.

Without even buttoning up his white coat, he strode quickly to Yu Chenzhou's office door and pushed it open without knocking.

The figure, carried by the wind, bumped against the doorframe, making a resounding thud, and opened its mouth with an accusatory tone:

"Yu Chenzhou, are you crazy? You're a perfectly good attending physician, and you just quit like that? Such a big thing, and you didn't even discuss it with me?"

Yu Chenzhou was checking a post-operative follow-up record with Gu Mo when he heard the noise. He merely raised his eyelids slightly, gestured for her to wait a moment, and said to Gu Mo in a calm voice:

"The patient's allergy history is added on the last page. When changing medications in the future, be sure to avoid penicillin-type drugs."

Only after Gu Mo and Fan Lin turned and left with a stack of documents, the office door closing softly behind them, did he lean back in his chair, look at Su Qinghuan standing angrily in the doorway, and speak calmly:

"What? It's my own job, I make my own decisions, do I need to report to you?"

That's not what I meant!

Su Qinghuan strode to the desk, closed the door behind her, and spoke urgently, her eyes slightly red.

"I know you're still angry about what I told you to take responsibility for Gu Mo last time, but look at Fan Lin, he took the initiative to step forward and take responsibility, and nothing serious happened, right?"

On the contrary, he gained the dean's special attention.

I'm doing this for your own good; I don't want you to suffer a great loss by confronting them head-on!

She reached out to grab Yu Chenzhou's arm, but he subtly avoided her.

Your "kindness" is too heavy for me to bear.

Yu Chenzhou leaned back, casually turning half a circle, the wheels of his office chair tracing a slight arc on the floor, his tone full of detachment.

Ever since he found a way to get lottery chances from others, he has completely lost his previous perfunctory attitude towards Su Qinghuan, and only has the thought of "keeping a respectful distance".

People who can't distinguish right from wrong, who always say "it's for your own good" but are always thinking of others, will only bring endless trouble upon themselves.

Several discarded draft papers were scattered on the office floor, a stark contrast to his usual spotless office environment, just like his chaotic yet incredibly clear state of mind at this moment.

Getting rid of Su Qinghuan, this brainless female lead, actually made him feel exceptionally happy.

How could you say that?

Su Qinghuan's voice instantly rose, but Yu Chenzhou still looked completely unconcerned.

She immediately frowned, put her hands on her hips, and tried to force him to give in with her anger.

"If you keep being so stubborn, I'm really getting angry! Don't regret it later!"

"Oh? Then why don't you have one and let me see?"

Yu Chenzhou looked up at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion, his tone carrying a blunt retort.

Judging from the current situation, it seems like I can still get another chance to profit.

As a result, Yu Chenzhou's attitude became even more unrestrained.

These words were like a needle, completely piercing Su Qinghuan's psychological defenses.

She had thought that Yu Chenzhou would coax her and compromise as before, but the man's indifference caught her off guard.

Her eyes reddened, and large tears welled up instantly, her voice choked with sobs:

"You said it, so don't regret it!"

Break up, we're breaking up!

"Looking at you now, without a stable job and burdened with a mortgage, I see absolutely no future in you!"

"Okay, as you wish."

Yu Chenzhou shrugged and readily nodded in agreement.

He deliberately ignored Su Qinghuan's tearful, aggrieved face.

This was just her usual tragic act. The original owner might feel sorry for him, but he, who knew the plot, was only numb.

"You bastard!"

Su Qinghuan's tears finally broke free. She grabbed an empty water glass from the table and smashed it on the ground, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

Then, she covered her mouth, cried, opened the office door, and ran out. The sound of her shoes hitting the corridor floor was urgent and heavy, attracting people in the next office to peek out and see what was going on.

Su Qinghuan was convinced that Yu Chenzhou would chase after her and try to keep her, but little did she know that the "Yu Chenzhou" in front of her was no longer the man who would compromise and yield for her.

Having experienced workplace infighting and human manipulation in his past life, he had long since learned to filter the people around him and to cut off relationships that were not worthwhile.

Su Qinghuan's crying and the sound of the door slamming became the most vivid "gossip material" in the hospital.

In just one afternoon, several versions of rumors about Yu Chenzhou emerged:

Some say he was fired by the hospital because of a surgical error, some say he owed huge gambling debts and had to sell his house, and others add fuel to the fire by saying that he resigned because he lost control of his emotions after being dumped by his girlfriend.

In short, yesterday he was a promising young talent in the department, but today he has become a "loser in life" that everyone sighs over.

Even the cafeteria lady who served her food scooped an extra spoonful, her tone filled with sympathy:

"Xiao Yu, don't take it too hard. Things will get better."

However, Yu Chenzhou, the person involved, didn't care at all.

He bent down to pick up the shards of glass from the ground, a smile he couldn't hide on his face.

Just as Su Qinghuan slammed the door and left, a familiar system notification sounded in his mind:

"Congratulations, host, for maintaining your sanity. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize."

For him now, nothing is more exciting than having more chances to win a prize.

As for those unfounded negative rumors, they are nothing more than gossip among others, and will dissipate as soon as the wind blows through, having no impact on his established plans whatsoever.

Because Yu Chenzhou had already seen through Zhang He's plan:

For the next six months, he would not assign himself any substantial work, intending to keep him sitting on the sidelines in the office until he voluntarily gave up.

However, he also knew that in order to avoid being caught by Zhang He for "leaking secrets," he had to strictly abide by the attendance system and arrive and leave work on time.

After all, this is a public hospital, belonging to the public institution system. If he dares to leave his post or take on a side job during the confidentiality period, wouldn't that be giving Zhang He a reason to deal with him?

"A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall," Yu Chenzhou understood this principle well.

He quickly devised his own "survival strategy during the declassification period":

Strictly adhering to the 9-to-5 work schedule and enjoying the statutory weekends off, I close the door in the office every day to "peacefully slack off" and play games.

Perfect timing! The game credits I won in the lottery can finally come in handy.

Moreover, based on his experience of earning extra money by playing games in his previous life, this seemingly insignificant field...

The hidden profit margin is much larger than outsiders imagine.

This is enough to help him get through this "gap period," and may even open up a completely new path for him.

In his eyes, this seemingly passive predicament was already the starting point for breaking the deadlock and rebirth.