Chapter 8 — After I finished my shift on time, the whole hospital was in chaos

He nodded helplessly.

“I will help you.”

“But you must ensure my safety.”

“I only aim at Zhao Hongyuan.”

I looked at him.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

He just breathed a sigh of relief. Leave the Medical Affairs Office. My mood is somewhat heavy. This war is pulling more and more people into the vortex. That's not what I wanted. But the arrow has left the string. Can't turn back anymore. I must win. Because eighteen patients are carrying "time bombs" in their bodies. Also for myself. The following days. Everything was unusually peaceful. Trieu Hoanh Vien did not continue to cause trouble for me. Luu Mi also became much more secretive. Every time I see it, I actively avoid it. In the department. It seems everything is back to normal. But I know. This is just the calm before the storm. The meeting to discuss reform of the performance appraisal system took place on schedule. It's still the same small meeting room. Still familiar people. Trieu Hoanh Vien, as the team leader, presided. He prepared very carefully. Come up with a set of plans that look extremely fair. Number of surgeries. Job difficulty. Number of overtime hours. All are converted into scores. Prize money will be based on total points. At first glance. There are almost no loopholes.

“Hua Tinh.”

He suddenly called my name.

“She is the professional backbone of our department.”

“Can you tell me first if you have any comments?”

He wanted me to publicly acknowledge this plan. Make the past into the past. I picked up the plan and looked it over.

“Quite detailed.”

A smile immediately appeared on Trieu Hoanh Vien's face. I changed my voice.

“I have a question.”

His smile immediately stiffened.

“In this plan, there are only evaluation standards for doctors and nurses.”

“But there are no standards for evaluating faculty managers.”

“Or does the dean not need to be evaluated?”

Trieu Hoanh Vien's face immediately changed.

“The dean's responsibility is to manage the entire department.”

“A lot of work is not quantifiable.”

He replied.

"Really?"

I looked straight at him.

“Then I would like to add one more thing.”

“Use the department's overall medical data as the core evaluation criteria for department heads.”

“For example, the success rate of surgery.”

“Postoperative complication rate.”

“Patient satisfaction.”

“And... compliance rate with regulations on use of medical supplies.”

I deliberately emphasized the last four words. Compliance rate with regulations on material use. In the blink of an eye. Trieu Hoanh Vien's face became extremely unsightly.

“These indicators are directly related to the management capacity of the dean.”

“If a department is under the leadership of someone whose core metrics are consistently substandard.”

“There are even serious problems.”

“So is that person still suitable to hold the position of dean?”

“I suggest applying an elimination mechanism.”

“Incompetent managers should be replaced immediately.”

Every sentence and every word echoed throughout the meeting room. Everyone was surprised by my proposal. Because this is no longer about asking for a bonus. It's directly challenging Trieu Hoanh Vien's position. Is to put him on the grill.

“I... I feel like this proposal is not very good.”

One The deputy dean spoke up. The voice was full of hesitation.

“It seems... too extreme.”

“Extreme?”

I looked at him.

“If we don't even have the determination to ensure the quality of treatment.”

“So what is the point of talking about saving people?”

“I agree with Dr. Hua's suggestion.”

A voice rang out from the corner of the room. It's Doctor Ly. The remaining deputy head of the cardiovascular surgery department. For many years, he has always been oppressed by Trieu Hoanh Vien. Has ability but no real power. He stood up. Look at me with appreciative eyes.

“The quality of a department depends greatly on the leader.”

“Linking the administrator's performance to the future of the department is absolutely essential.”

Someone opened the door. Immediately someone responded.

“I also agree.”

“I agree.”

The situation in the meeting room turned around in just a few minutes. Trieu Hoanh Vien sat still in his seat. His face was pale. He stared at me. There was nothing hidden in his eyes. Only cold killing intent remained. Now he understood. From start to finish. What I wanted was never money. Nor is it simply fair. I want his political life. The meeting ended. Trieu Hoanh Vien was the first person to rush out of the meeting room. I packed up the documents. Prepare to leave. Right at that moment. The phone in my pocket vibrated. Chief Vuong sent me a recording. I put on my headphones. Press the play button. Immediately, Trieu Hoanh Vien's angry voice rang out.

"Old King! What kind of business are you doing?"

“You can ruin what I give you!”

“Now that bitch is about to climb on top of me and sit!”

The surrounding sound is very noisy. It sounds like being in a car.