I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 431 - 178: Mom, I Don’t Blame You for Being Biased

City First Hospital.

Zhang Jiwei looked at Fan Qiyun, the deputy director of the respiratory department, who seemed utterly exhausted. He frowned, "Fan, what’s wrong? You look like you haven’t slept."

"Ah, it’s nothing, Director." Fan Qiyun shook her head.

Zhang Jiwei had been the director of City First Hospital for quite some time, and Fan Qiyun had also been working there for many years. She had stayed at the hospital since graduating from medical school, possibly for ten years or at least eight, and Zhang Jiwei knew a bit about her situation.

"Is it about your family again?" Zhang Jiwei asked.

Fan Qiyun sighed and said, "Yeah, more or less."

"I’ve told you countless times not to worry about your family. You dislike their behavior yet care about them more than anyone else. Living like this only makes your life exhausting," Zhang Jiwei said, shaking his head helplessly. "Fan, look at yourself these past few years. Your professional title has improved, and your medical skills have advanced somewhat, but your life is a mess. You’re about thirty-seven or thirty-eight now, right?"

"Thirty-seven."

"Exactly, thirty-seven."

Zhang Jiwei sighed deeply. "I don’t know what you’re thinking. Whether you don’t want to marry or have other ideas, if you keep failing to say no and continue to accommodate those blood-sucking family members, you’ll end up destroying yourself."

Pausing for a moment, Zhang Jiwei continued, "I’ve told you this more than once, and others have as well. Whether you can be firm is your matter. We can’t make decisions for you.

Speaking bluntly, if you keep letting them do whatever they want, you’ll harm them and eventually yourself. I’ve said all I can; please think carefully. If it’s too much, take a break. You haven’t rested all these years.

Today, I’m giving you a break. Stay home and rest for a while before returning to work. The respiratory department isn’t too busy these days, and in your current condition, I don’t dare entrust you with patients."

"Director, I don’t want to rest." Fan Qiyun refused Zhang Jiwei’s good intentions.

"It’s not about whether you want to; it’s about whether I will let you." Zhang Jiwei said semi-seriously.

"There’s no room for discussion."

Seeing Zhang Jiwei’s serious demeanor, Fan Qiyun knew she couldn’t argue back, so she bit her lip, "Thank you, Director."

Then she picked up her things and left Zhang Jiwei’s office.

Not long after Fan Qiyun left, Zheng Xianjue entered Zhang Jiwei’s office. Watching Fan Qiyun leave, he couldn’t help but ask, "Director, what happened? Qiyun’s face didn’t look too good."

"Don’t look at me like that; it has nothing to do with me," Zhang Jiwei said flatly.

Zheng Xianjue paused for a moment but quickly understood, "Is it those bloodsucker-like family members again?"

"What else?"

Zhang Jiwei retorted, "When Fan first came to the hospital, she was such a cheerful person. Now, I rarely see a smile on her face. She wears a stern expression daily and gets the most complaints every month. Luckily, she’s only a bit distant and doesn’t clash with patients. Otherwise, she’d have been suspended and investigated long ago."

"She still hasn’t severed ties with that family?" Zheng Xianjue asked, surprised.

"If she could do that, she wouldn’t be like this. That’s perhaps the saddest part of Fan’s situation. Everyone in the hospital who knows her story feels for her. She barely made it to deputy director of the respiratory department, yet her life isn’t improving - it’s getting worse. Material things aside, she’s not materialistic, but the emotional torment is too much."

"The worst part is, the people hurting her are the ones she loves most." After saying this, Zheng Xianjue also felt helpless.

"That’s why I’ve forced her to take a break. In her current state, if she handles consultations, she might get more complaints. These days, patients complain about everything. Over at the patient relations department, they don’t even know how to explain it. I figured it might be better for her to take some time off and figure out how to deal with her family relationships."

Zheng Xianjue nodded, "She definitely needs a good rest."

"Enough about her now. What brings you to me?"

On hearing this, Zheng Xianjue looked slightly awkward and said, "I’ve completed the self-review report you asked me to write the other day."

"Alright, leave it there, and I’ll go through it later," Zhang Jiwei motioned.

Zheng Xianjue placed the report down but didn’t seem ready to leave. Hesitantly, he asked, "Do you think that person won’t make things difficult for us?"

"Now you’re worried?"

Zhang Jiwei said bluntly, "Why have you waited until now? If you’d saved that person that day, you’d probably be a guest of honor there, instead of worrying so much here."

Zheng Xianjue was speechless and pursed his lips. If it had been that easy to save the person, they wouldn’t have called so many people in. Even though he tried everything except surgery, it wasn’t effective. In the end, it was Lu Xuan who turned things around.

Of course, surgery might have been an option.

But he considered it afterward, realizing the post-surgical complications would have been numerous and severe, ultimately failing to save the person and potentially accelerating their death.

If the person had died, he’d bear a huge responsibility.

Now, though that family held a grudge, they hadn’t stripped him of his position, but his future wouldn’t be easy.