"He's just so impressive."
The young doctor sneered and lowered his voice. "Just the day before yesterday, he cured a pediatric patient with cerebral hypoplasia—in other words, one with Cerebral Hypoxia Complications."
The two gossipers exchanged a look, their eyes full of mockery. "He says he cured the Child? If he really has that kind of skill, this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine would be his."
The young doctor was upset. Du Heng was the one he had recommended to Mei Dong. Criticizing Du Heng was like criticizing his judgment, and that was something he couldn't tolerate.
He wanted to argue further with the two of them, but Mei Dong, standing in front, turned around with a dark expression.
Whether they were praising Du Heng or denigrating him, it didn't reflect well on him, the Director; it was, in fact, deeply embarrassing.
"Anyone who doesn't want to watch can leave. What's all this chirping about?"
