"Old Gao, don't be angry. Sit down and let's talk," Dean Sun said in a soft, gentle voice.
But Gao Jiandong had no intention of sitting. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Dean, how old is that Li Xu? How long has he been out of school? And you're giving him the treatment of a specially-appointed advisor? How many senior doctors in our hospital have toiled for over a decade without receiving such an honor!"
"Doctor Li may be young, but he has genuine skill and knowledge," Dean Sun said, pushing up his glasses. "You saw Zhao Daqiang's case of liver cirrhosis with ascites. Even the experts from City First Hospital and the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine were at a loss, but he was the one who cured him."
"And what does that prove?" Gao Jiandong sneered. "Traditional Chinese medicine has always involved a lot of luck. It was probably just a coincidence!"
Outside the office, several young doctors were peeking in, eavesdropping.
