When the Doctor Uses A Hack - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Chapter 267: Quietly Watch Me Show Off (Vote for Monthly Tickets)
 

Chen Cang had a rare moment of leisure when he suddenly received a call from Wang Yushan in Magic City.

“Chen? Send over your application form, I’ll have the staff process it as soon as possible and get the certificate sent to you.”

It was only then that Chen Cang remembered about his application to join the Chinese Medical Association’s Hand Surgery Branch.

He laughed awkwardly, “Sorry, Director Wang, I’ve been so busy that I totally forgot.”

Wang Yushan chuckled, “No problem, I was just giving you a prompt reminder. Also, remember the annual conference is in Magic City this year, just make sure to come when the time comes.”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Cang printed out the form Wang Yushan had sent him.

Sitting there, he began to fill it out—it was all standard information.

But as he wrote, Chen Cang increasingly felt embarrassed. By the time he got to the section on the position he was applying for, his face turned red, yet he perservered and wrote: Director!

Education: Bachelor’s.

Specialization: Emergency medicine? Maybe that’s not quite right?

Academic achievements: None.

Publications in related fields: None.

Books: None.

Research projects: None.

Awards: None.

Suddenly, Chen Cang felt like he might as well just send his name and ID number to Wang Yushan—after all, with everything else being nonexistent…

If others are considered exemplary youths, he was an “nonexistent youth”!

…

“Position applied for: Director”

Coming to the final section on the position applied for, Chen Cang felt his face heat up as he looked at the word ‘Director’ that he had written.

Wasn’t this going a bit too far?

Eagerly waiting for a paper to be published, even just an acceptance notice would suffice. Otherwise, how embarrassing!

Looking at the section on personal achievements, Chen Cang suddenly lost the desire to continue and considered crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the nearby trash bin.

Would filling this out really qualify you to join the Chinese Medical Association’s Hand Surgery Branch?

Forget whether the reviewers could stand it, even he couldn’t bear to look!

To be aware, this society has a high level of prestige, representing the authority in the field of hand surgery across the country.

Chen Cang sighed, but still, he picked up his phone, took a photo, bit the bullet, and sent it to Wang Yushan.

You asked me to send it; don’t regret it!

After all, it wasn’t me who actively sought to join; you were the one who invited me.

Thinking this, Chen Cang felt a bit more justified and his nerves and blushing subsided a bit.

At that moment, Wang Qian happened to pass by and saw Chen Cang filling out something, peeked out of curiosity, and immediately started exclaiming loudly.

“Holy crap! Cang Er, you’re the man, joining the Chinese Medical Association’s Hand Surgery Society, and even applying for… Director? Holy shit, are you out of your mind?”

Wang Qian’s loud exclamation drew the attention of everyone around, who turned their curious gazes towards them.

An Yanjun was a member of the Chinese Medical Association’s Hand Surgery Branch, and upon hearing this, he couldn’t help laughing and said, “Chen, you might want to consider joining the Dongyang Province branch first, and then think about joining the national Hand Surgery Society. Also, about this ‘Director’ position… it needs to be applied for; in Dongyang Province, only Chief Xu from Dongda Second Hospital is a director. If you want to join the provincial society, I can introduce you. By the way, Director Tan Zhonglin is the vice-chairman, you could talk to him and see if it’s possible.”

Shi Na also laughed, “Chen, you gotta take one step at a time, eat one bite at a time.”

Qin Yue simply didn’t speak, having seen plenty of Chen Cang’s grandiose claims. If Chen could come up with “Chen laws,” what’s being an association director? Yet, watching everyone rallying around, he couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Chen Cang, you should be applying for the Alliance Hierarch!”

Chen Cang, seeing everyone joking, also laughed a little embarrassedly, “I’m just applying.”

After all, using connections to get in isn’t something to be proud of, right…

He can’t really boast about having a backer, and that the Alliance Hierarch invited me, can he? That would seem even more like bragging.

Chen Cang couldn’t help but sigh; sometimes, it feels like constipation when you know you’re outstanding but can’t express it—like being full of substance, but just unable to show it…

Wang Qian, looking at Chen Cang’s list full of nones, sighed, “Bro, don’t lose heart. The quest is long and arduous. If you really want to join a society, I’ll just set one up; there are plenty of fake associations out there anyway, one more or less won’t matter!”

In the midst of their casual conversation, suddenly a figure walked into the emergency doctor’s office.

Tan Zhonglin entered and seeing An Yanjun, he couldn’t help but smile, “Are you here, Director An?”

An Yanjun, seeing Tan Zhonglin, was first startled, then quickly stood up and said with a smile, “Director Tan? What brings you here, any issue?”

Tan Zhonglin smiled slightly, “No issue, no issue. I’m just checking if Chen is around?”

Chen Cang, seeing Tan Zhonglin, also got up curiously, “Director Tan, are you looking for me?”

Tan Zhonglin, seeing Chen Cang writing something, laughed and asked, “Chen, are you busy?”

Chen Cang shook his head, “Not busy, not busy.”

Tan Zhonglin certainly couldn’t say that he had come to learn Chen’s surgical skills.

Tan Zhonglin had organized continuous learning and practice in tendon suturing in his department, and though there had been some improvement, it never quite reached Chen Cang’s skill of effortlessly switching between different suture methods.

This left Tan Zhonglin somewhat frustrated, and he realized that working in isolation was not the answer.

With nothing much to do in the department, he decided to swing by and ask Chen Cang for some guidance.

But upon arriving, he felt it was impolite, especially since he had been taking all the patients lately and didn’t refer any to Sheng Er Hospital, fearing an encounter with Li Heitian, who would undoubtedly have a lot to say about it!

As he entered, he was taken aback to see the office full of people, thinking to himself that this was bad—the place was empty of patients.

The scene didn’t match what he had pictured at all!

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At that moment, Tan Zhonglin didn’t know what to say again.

After all, he was the director of the Department of Hand Surgery at the Provincial People’s Hospital and the vice-chairman of the Hand Surgery Branch of Dongyang Province. To say that he had come to seek Chen Cang’s advice, let alone whether he could bring himself to say it, would be so embarrassing!

That was the difference between Tan Zhonglin and An Yanjun.

An Yanjun was a man of strong principles. He would pursue what he liked and what he was after without considering face or pride. In his view, the only things that mattered were whether something needed to be done and how best to do it. As for face, it wasn’t that important to him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have said, “Please teach me,” in front of Qin Yue and Wang Qian and to Chen Cang’s face.

Of course, it wasn’t a matter of who was better or worse, but rather that people have their own ambitions.

…

Tan Zhonglin approached Chen Cang, looked down, and saw Chen Cang’s application form for the academic society. A lightbulb went off; he had been worried about not having anything to say, but finally, he had found a reason!

“Oh, what a coincidence, little Chen. I just happened to be passing by the second provincial hospital and was about to come and talk to you about joining the Hand Surgery Branch of Dongyang Province. You’ve already filled out the form, so that saves trouble,” said Tan Zhonglin with a beaming smile.

Chen Cang was taken aback, “This… This is an application for the Hand Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association, not the Dongyang Province branch… Director Tan, should I fill out another one?”

Tan Zhonglin laughed, “No need, no need. You don’t know, do you? Generally, those who join the Hand Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association are automatically included in the Dongyang Province branch, so this form is enough.”

Then, Tan Zhonglin picked up the application form, pretended to read through it, and commented, “Hmm, not bad at all! Pretty good!”

After saying that, he just collected it.

Chen Cang’s face turned red with embarrassment. Not bad? What’s not bad? Is my name not bad? Or is it my gender that’s not bad? Or perhaps my identity number?

Looking at Tan Zhonglin’s earnest face, Chen Cang suddenly realized that the difference between himself and them was not only in academic achievements and surgical skills but in many other comprehensive life skills, such as a perfect level skill in talking nonsense with eyes wide open?

And Wang Qian was utterly baffled!

It wasn’t that much of an issue; he was just starting to question his life…

He looked at the seriously speaking Director Tan, who kept saying, “Not bad at all,” and wondered, what’s not bad?

He had personally seen what Chen Cang had written, and aside from his name, everything else read “none.” How could that be pretty good?

Could it be because it was honest?

Thinking this, Wang Qian wondered if he should also give it a try. What if… what if it worked?

After all, Director Tan Zhonglin was the vice-chairman of the Dongyang Province branch; he must have some ability, right?

Feeling awkward, Chen Cang said, “This… Director Tan, my application hasn’t been approved over there yet.”

Tan Zhonglin smiled and didn’t mind, “Isn’t it a done deal already? Chairman Wang and Chairman Chang have personally invited you. Could that be fake? Besides, now that you’ve filled out the form, I’ll just send it over when I get back, and joining the society is just a matter of time. It won’t affect anything!”

“By the way, after the National Day holiday, I’ll have someone send you the membership certificate.”

Tan Zhonglin’s words left everyone confused.

Everyone felt their brains weren’t functioning properly.

What did Tan Zhonglin mean?

Does it mean that Chen Cang’s form wasn’t filled out blindly?

Is Chen Cang really going to join the Hand Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association?

Wang Qian felt his brain wasn’t quite up to speed. He looked at Chen Cang with a blank expression. Was this Cang Er still the same Cang Er from before?

Why did he suddenly feel like a stranger?

An Yanjun was also somewhat stupefied.

What exactly had Chen Cang done?

To actually join the Hand Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association directly?

And to be personally invited by Chairman Wang and Chairman Chang!

Others might not know who they are, but An Yanjun did!

They were Wang Yushan, the Director of the Sixth Hospital of Modu City, and Chang Honglei, the Director of Capital Jishuitan Hospital. Two big shots of the industry, the pinnacle forces in hand surgery.

With their personal invitations, the importance of it was massive.

That was something to brag about for a long time…

Shi Na and Qin Yue were equally bewildered. What on earth had happened?

Qin Yue looked at Chen Cang, her face full of curiosity and gossip. What on earth have you done behind my back? I’m so… curious, what should I do?

Her big eyes fluttered as she gazed at Chen Cang.

Chen Cang laughed awkwardly, looking at everyone’s expression and suddenly feeling a surge of adrenaline called exhilaration, getting a little heady…

Thinking this, Chen Cang couldn’t help but sigh. You all insist on forcing me to show off, and now look what’s happened. Isn’t it awkward for everyone?

Ah…

I just want to keep a low profile. Why is it so hard?

Sometimes, having too much talent can overflow, just like what’s happening now.

Chen Cang looked at Tan Zhonglin, smiled easily, and said, “Then I’ll trouble you, Director Tan.”

Tan Zhonglin waved his hand dismissively, “What trouble? Dongyang Province Hand Surgery Society will only shine brighter with you in it. After all, the field of hand surgery needs fresh blood!”

Praised by Tan Zhonglin like this, Chen Cang blushed even more. That’s enough, please stop, if you go on, it will be too much. I’m starting to float away myself!

Eager to change the subject, Chen Cang quickly interrupted, “By the way, Director Tan, did you come here for something else?”

PS: First of all, I want to thank the Alliance Hierarch Forbidden Area Dusk Fire for the 100,000 reward. I can’t write anymore tonight; it feels a bit watered down, so I apologize. There are only three updates tonight. There will be 3 chapters at noon tomorrow, and I would like to beg for monthly tickets. The end of the month is near, so if anyone has any spare monthly tickets, please cast them my way. Thank you, everyone.

PS: I also want to recommend a book, “The Great Martial Arts Star of the Nation,” which is about martial arts in the city. Friends who like it can go and check it out.