Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Several students were scolded until they lowered their heads and dared not utter another word, their faces turning red and white in turns.

The old man then knocked on the doorframe and came in. He was taken aback for a moment when he saw three swaddled babies being held in the ward, then he smiled and said:

"Little Su, did you give birth? Triple? This is truly a medical miracle! Congratulations! Don't mind these people who speak so carelessly. Just do as you please. Come on, it's been so long since we last met, so I'm giving these little rascals this little thing as a greeting gift."

Teacher Lin nodded with relief. Su Wanqing was a pitiful child. Even though she was a bit slow, she had at least inherited her mother's job. She used to have a bitter face, but now she looked happy and had a healthy glow. It seemed that she was getting better.

But since it was the first time he had met a younger person's child, and this classmate also seemed to have a difficult life, he couldn't resist giving him something, so he handed over a piece of jade he had on him.

"Hehe, the teacher only has one piece on him. He'll get two more after the surgery."

You know what's going on here? Everyone has one child, but this student has three!

Even the first gift has to be three!

Honestly... oh dear, this is such a waste! This is a piece of mutton-fat jade that my old classmate brought back from Xinjiang, and the problem is he doesn't have anything else he could give as a gift...

Su Wanqing searched her memory and finally recognized the old man—it was this teacher who helped the original owner get a job at the hospital so easily back then. Without him, the original owner wouldn't have gotten that position so easily.

She paused for a moment, then stood up. "Teacher Lin, it's been a long time. Thank you for your gift, I'll accept it." She then generously put the gift away.

Don't worry, teacher. I'll charge you one yuan today and give you ten yuan another day. I guarantee you won't lose out!

Teacher Lin nodded, then glanced at the anesthetic pump hanging on the bed, and her brows furrowed immediately:

"What's going on? She gave birth several days ago and is still on anesthesia? Isn't this ridiculous? Overuse of anesthesia can cause serious damage to the body and even increase the risk of death! You young people just know how to mess things up!"

He turned to look at Director Wang, "How exactly are you taking care of him? Isn't this ridiculous? Who's going to be responsible if he gets hurt?"

Director Wang was caught in the crossfire, sweating profusely but not daring to refute his teacher. He could only quickly explain, "Teacher, this was Dean Su's own requirement! It's her technical plan to ensure painless recovery after surgery, and we followed her instructions!"

In short, it was Dean Su who was afraid of the pain and wanted to die; it had nothing to do with them. If anyone should be scolded, it should be Dean Su himself.

Of course, only a few people present noticed something was off about the tone, especially Liu Hongmei, who was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard—what did Director Wang just call Su Wanqing?

"Dean Su"?

No, that can't be right, she must have misheard.

The others also looked puzzled, wanting to ask but not doing so, finding it ridiculous. Su Wanqing had only been working for a few years, and she had already become the dean? How much experience does one need to become a dean? Yes, they must have misheard.

Seeing how pitiful he looked being scolded, and knowing she was about to be scolded herself, Su Wanqing quickly removed the anesthetic injection and changed the subject:

"Teacher Lin, let's not talk about the anesthesia for now. What's wrong with your condition? Why did you invite Dr. Martin? I remember you've always opted for conservative treatment and were reluctant to have surgery. And the key point is that although Dr. Martin specializes in cardiac surgery and bypass surgery, he's now specializing in plastic surgery."

As for why they switched careers, it's probably because plastic surgery is more profitable.

Sure enough, this question successfully diverted the old man's attention from the anesthetic.

He sighed, slowly sat down, and a hint of weariness appeared in his eyes: "Little Su, it's a long story."

"Although Martin now specializes in plastic surgery, he is also very skilled in cardiac surgery; otherwise, he wouldn't be an expert. The main problem is that our country has limited treatment options in this area, so we can only offer conservative treatments."

Moreover, Dr. Martin has a very high success rate in this type of surgery, so we thought we'd simply have him perform the surgery. This would also be a good opportunity for our domestic doctors to learn more—our skills in this area are still too weak.”

He paused, his voice lowering slightly.

"Actually, at my age, it doesn't matter whether I get treatment or not. But if I can take advantage of the presence of foreign experts and leave behind the technology so that young doctors can learn it, that would be much more meaningful than me living a few more years."

He spoke as if it were a trivial matter, yet every word conveyed the old-school scholar's entrustment of the younger generation and his expectation for a stronger nation.

"Therefore, I also invited dozens of young doctors to come and observe and learn. However, although Dr. Martin agreed to perform the surgery, I don't know if he will agree to let everyone observe."

After all, this is considered core technology in the industry, and they are not very willing to disclose it publicly.

At the very least, I would have to beg him to bring a few talented students in to watch.

"Su Wanqing, although you've just given birth, there's no end to learning. If Dr. Martin agrees, you could also come and observe. I hope you can go further and more steadily on this path."

He spoke with deep sincerity, like a teacher who would give his last bit of candlelight to his students.

Finally, Director Wang, who was standing nearby, couldn't hold back any longer and stammered, "..."

"Teacher, you...you really don't know Comrade Su Wanqing's current status as Vice Dean Su? Don't you read the newspapers?"

His mind was buzzing—was the teacher still inviting Dean Su to come and observe and learn?

Dr. Martin only agreed to stay in Bincheng because of Dean Su's skills!

What era did these people live in?

The news is way behind schedule!

"Vice Dean Su? Su Wanqing?" With Liu Hongmei's exclamation, the surroundings fell silent instantly. Everyone stared blankly at Su Wanqing, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They seemed to have misheard, or perhaps they simply didn't want to believe it—how could Su Wanqing, who used to be at the bottom of her class and barely got into the hospital with the help of her teachers, have become the vice president?

Only Zhou Yanshen's lips curled slightly, and he clicked his tongue softly. He was all too familiar with this kind of scene—next, his wife was about to completely crush them.

Teacher Lin was stunned. He turned to look at Director Wang, his voice filled with obvious confusion:

"What did you say? Su Wanqing... became your hospital director? How old is she? She's only been a doctor for a few years? Aren't you kidding me?"

Several classmates immediately chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, Su Wanqing has only been a doctor for a few years!"

"And didn't she sell her job last year and go to the countryside?"

"Director Wang, is there some inside story going on at your hospital?"