Wang Guohai cleared his throat lightly. At this moment, he had to step forward; only he could.

Recruiting Zhang Yang into the hospital was a joint idea between him and Wu Youdao. Wu Youdao was not a formal staff member of the hospital; even in meetings, he was only an invited guest. At this moment, the only one who could truly speak was him.

"Zhang Yang is a remarkably talented and capable young man. Do you all remember the misdiagnosis incident from a few days ago? The patient's condition was critical. It was Zhang Yang who arrived promptly and took decisive action, preventing the patient's condition from worsening further and successfully averting the worst outcome!"

Wang Guohai spoke slowly. The misdiagnosis incident had been covered up by the hospital, and not many people outside knew about it. However, those present at today's meeting were all department heads or key hospital leaders, and they were all well aware of the matter.

"Misdiagnosis, what hospital hasn't had one? We cannot confirm this person's competence based on a single instance of misdiagnosis. Who among us hasn't corrected a misdiagnosis?"

Chen Xin, the Director of Pediatrics, was the first to speak. Chen Xin was the youngest chief physician and the youngest department head present, only forty years old, and he had studied abroad in the United States—a genuine haigui.

The man did possess a certain level of talent and was considered young and promising. Unfortunately, he also suffered from the common flaw of many 'young and promising' individuals: excessive arrogance.

He regarded himself as a true genius and could not stand seeing others surpass him. Towards Zhang Yang, who was younger than him and being lauded to the skies by Wang Guohai and Wu Youdao, he instinctively felt repulsion. As soon as Wang Guohai finished speaking, he couldn't help but stand up in opposition.

However, what he said was not entirely unreasonable.

Misdiagnosis was unavoidable in any hospital. Even the most famous hospitals in the country had experienced misdiagnoses. Many doctors had identified cases where colleagues had made diagnostic errors—this was also a fact.

His words caused many doctors present to nod silently in agreement.

"Director Chen, you are correct. We have all seen many instances of others' misdiagnoses. But few people can handle an emergency situation quickly and effectively after spotting a misdiagnosis. At least in that scenario, I personally admit I couldn't have done better than Zhang Yang!"

Wang Guohai said slowly, seizing the opportunity to boost Zhang Yang's standing again.

What Chen Xin had just said seemed to trivialize the seriousness of the situation. While many doctors had corrected misdiagnoses, misdiagnoses varied greatly in severity. Most corrections involved minor errors.

For example, confusing chronic enteritis with appendicitis, or treating osteoarthritis as rheumatoid arthritis. Such misdiagnoses generally wouldn't lead to major consequences; they just needed to be caught and corrected promptly.

But the misdiagnosis that occurred at the Third Hospital was a critical one in terms of severity; a slight error could have cost a life, and if a life had been lost, the entire hospital would have been held accountable. Even among the attending and associate chief physicians present, few had much experience in urgently managing such a severe misdiagnosis.

"Director Wang, I agree with your point. I participated in the consultation for that patient. Her condition was indeed very unusual. Many of us discussed it for a whole day but couldn't reach any good conclusion; there were always various issues. In the end, it was a suggestion from that young man, Zhang Yang, that completely solved our problems!"

Liu Jie, Director Liu from the Emergency Department, stood up to speak. He was one of the few present who had met Zhang Yang and had a deep impression of him. Some of the things Zhang Yang said that day had been quite enlightening to him.

"Director Liu is right. The patient's rapid stabilization is all thanks to Zhang Yang!"

Wang Guohai quickly added, sensing a rare ally supporting him in advocating for Zhang Yang. He needed to strike while the iron was hot.

However, thinking of Zhang Yang's two conditions immediately gave him a headache again. Even Wang Guohai found Zhang Yang's demands somewhat incredible, let alone these old stubborn individuals. Getting them to agree seemed nearly impossible.

"Alright, let's set that aside for now. Old Wu, you are the one who has interacted with this young man the most. Can you give us an objective assessment of him?"

Dean Zhu Zhixiang lightly tapped the table and addressed Wu Youdao.

A slight smile crept onto Wu Youdao's face. He understood Zhu Zhixiang well; he knew his old partner had been moved. This old partner possessed an enormous hunger for talent.

If it weren't for this very quality, he wouldn't have agreed to discuss Zhang Yang's return in the first place.

Wu Youdao was confident that as long as Zhu Zhixiang believed Zhang Yang was genuinely talented—truly gifted—he would agree, no matter how stringent Zhang Yang's conditions were. He was truly desperate for capable personnel right now.

After chuckling softly, Wu Youdao began to speak: "In truth, I haven't met him many times, but every time I do, this young fellow manages to give me a shock!"

Saying this, Wu Youdao involuntarily recalled their first meeting—that miraculous technique and acupuncture skill. Treating massive hemorrhage and acute myocardial ischemia using needles was something even he couldn't achieve.

The second time they met involved the debate over using the Hegu acupoint for pregnancy preservation, which ultimately proved Zhang Yang correct. Needling Hegu properly could indeed help preserve the pregnancy, suggesting that nothing is absolute; even poison can become an antidote, much like the principle of using toxins to fight toxins in traditional Chinese medicine.

As for their subsequent meeting, Zhang Yang astonished him further by refusing the special recruitment offer and instead presenting two conditions that Wu Youdao himself hadn't even conceived of.

Yet, the more Zhang Yang acted this way, the greater Wu Youdao's interest grew. Previously, he was merely helping the Third Hospital attract talent; now, he genuinely wanted Zhang Yang to join the hospital so he could have the opportunity to observe this marvelous young man closely.

Pausing, Wu Youdao showed another smile and continued: "Although I haven't seen him often, I dare say this kid is a true master hiding his light. Forget two hundred thousand; even five hundred thousand, a million, would be worth it to bring him into this hospital. With him here, this kid will surely achieve results beyond our wildest imaginations!"

Wu Youdao finished speaking and sat back down to sip his tea, saying nothing more.

Zhu Zhixiang, Li Jiu, and Fan Ming, the chief and associate deans, exchanged glances. They knew Wu Youdao to some extent, and none of them had ever seen him praise a young man so highly.

Wu Youdao's words constituted extremely high praise, equivalent to stating that Zhang Yang held a value exceeding a million yuan. Bringing him in now for two hundred thousand was absolutely a profitable transaction.

"Dean, regardless of everything, he is still a student. Even if he joins the hospital, he'll just be an intern without a medical license. Is it worth all this fuss for someone like that? And how will other hospitals view our Third Hospital?"

Seeing the Dean wavering, Chen Xin's jealousy flared up again, and he spoke once more.

As soon as he spoke, several others echoed his sentiment. There were quite a few people harboring envy; nobody wanted to see an intern receiving better treatment than themselves.

With so many people speaking in unison, Zhu Zhixiang hesitated again. He wasn't a dean who ignored advice from subordinates, and besides, he was still lukewarm about Zhang Yang's conditions.

Most importantly, such an exceptional exception required approval from the Party Committee. With this many people opposing it, the matter certainly wouldn't pass and would ultimately stall.

"Dean, Dean!"

While Zhu Zhixiang was bowing his head in thought, the door to the conference room suddenly burst open. A flustered young nurse rushed in from outside and hurried toward Zhu Zhixiang upon seeing him.

"What is the meaning of this? Don't you know we are in a meeting? Who let you barge in?"

Zhu Zhixiang glared, and the ordinary nurse's legs immediately began to tremble from the stern look.

"D-Dean, Director Li asked me to find you. Just now, Director Zhao brought his father. Director Zhao's father has had another cerebral thrombosis, and this time it's quite severe. They are in emergency rescue right now!"

The young nurse looked at the Dean, finally managing to finish her words before immediately stepping aside, not daring to lift her head.

………… The train was delayed, running a full hour late. It was supposed to arrive back earlier, but it ended up getting in at three o'clock. This chapter is a bit late, but it is updated nonetheless; this is yesterday's update, and today's is still coming. Thanks to friends like Pang Chong Kai, Mo Shang De Sang Ying, Ji Yu Qing, Yu Ren Gu Sha, and others for their rewards. Thanks also to old friend Cai Hong Zhi Lu for his reward, and special thanks to senior reader Yan Hui Man for his repeated reward of 1888 Qidian Coins. Xiao Yu thanks everyone for their support! C