C9 Mo Qingge Chose to Accept It

South University Affiliated Hospital.

Zhang Zhen, with his hands in his pockets, trailed behind Mo Qingge with a look of resignation on his face.

That morning, for some inexplicable reason, this usually icy woman had grabbed his collar and insisted he accompany her to the hospital.

As Mo Qingge put it, "You're not doing anything anyway, just idling around. You might as well come and give me a hand." The role of Dr. Mo's assistant was a coveted position that countless graduates from prestigious universities would kill for.

A promising career and the company of a beautiful woman—who wouldn't be pleased?

But for Zhang Zhen, the priority was to understand the functions of the Fire Seed System, earn Talent Points quickly, and restore his arm.

"What's gotten into her? Isn't she usually so aloof? Why is she suddenly so warm today?" Zhang Zhen grumbled under his breath, pondering how to make his exit.

Just then, a shrill voice pierced the quiet.

"Well, if it isn't Dr. Mo's husband. It's Wednesday, isn't it? Is Dr. Mo so special that she brings her spouse to work?" A corpulent middle-aged nurse, clearly past her mid-thirties, sneered, her gaze dripping with scorn for Zhang Zhen.

Mo Qingge, young and competent, was strict and uncompromising in her work, often criticizing these complacent nurses.

Seizing the opportunity to retaliate, the middle-aged nurse relished the chance to jeer at her.

"Ma'am, could you please step aside? You're blocking the path," Zhang Zhen said, disregarding the nurse's mockery with a cool response.

"You!" The nurse's face turned a shade of livid green, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

The hospital corridor was spacious enough for several people to walk abreast, yet Zhang Zhen implied she was in his way—a clear jab at her size.

"You'll see! Mo Qingge has broken hospital regulations by bringing a family member into the office area without permission. Say goodbye to this month's bonus!" the nurse bellowed, her cheeks quivering with rage.

"Zhang Zhen, the paperwork is all set. Get changed and follow me," Mo Qingge interrupted, emerging from the HR office with a soft command.

"What procedures?" Zhang Zhen was clearly bewildered.

"You're starting your onboarding process. As of today, you're a second-grade physician's assistant at South University Affiliated Hospital. You'll intern for a month with a salary of 3000 yuan," Mo Qingge stated, her expression unchanging and her voice cool.

"Assistant? You're actually making your husband your assistant?!" Before Zhang Zhen could respond, the middle-aged nurse's raspy voice cut in.

Mo Qingge's brow furrowed slightly as she looked displeased at the nurse. She commanded sharply, "Wang Yan, it's working hours. Get back to your post immediately!" Wang Yan's face was a mix of jealousy and rage. Her thick fingers shook as she pointed at Mo Qingge, accusingly, "Dr. Mo, you're showing favoritism! Didn't I mention that my nephew, a recent graduate from Huaxia Medical University, would be perfect as your assistant?"

"You prefer to have your useless husband as an assistant rather than my nephew, an outstanding graduate from Huaxia Medical University. Isn't this nepotism?" Wang Yan bellowed like a banshee, "Dr. Mo, this is the end for you. I'm going to report you to the leadership for breaking the rules. You've ruined your future!"

"Report? You're firing me!" Wang Yan was initially taken aback, then quickly grasped Mo Qingge's implication.

"Causing a scene in the ward and talking back to your superior during work hours—either offense would be grounds for dismissal," Mo Qingge said frostily, showing no leniency.

"You... you'll regret this! I'll make sure you pay for this!" Wang Yan's face turned shades of red and purple in her fury, and with a final, angry toss of her nurse's cap, she stormed off.

Zhang Zhen, having witnessed the entire confrontation, awkwardly interjected, "Qingge, is it wise to dismiss her just like that? It might not reflect well on you." Despite the Mo family's influence and Mo Qingge's impressive track record, summarily firing a veteran nurse seemed a bit extreme.

"It doesn't matter. If you violate the rules, you'll be fired. This is a public hospital, not some private workshop!" Mo Qingge's tone remained icy as she turned to Zhang Zhen, "If you make a mistake, you'll receive the same treatment as her." "Uh... about that, can I..." Zhang Zhen's expression shifted as he began to explain.

"Enough with the excuses. Professor Chen wants me to present a report on yesterday's surgery, and you're coming with me." Mo Qingge assertively grabbed Zhang Zhen's tie and pulled him toward the conference room.

Hey, I never agreed to this!

Zhang Zhen silently protested in his mind, yet he dutifully followed Mo Qingge.

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At the South University Affiliated Hospital, third-floor conference room.

"First, let's give a warm round of applause for Dr. Mo Qingge's outstanding surgery yesterday!" Professor Chen's face, lined with wrinkles, beamed with a benevolent smile as he initiated the applause.

A robust round of clapping filled the room, though Mo Qingge slightly furrowed her brow.

"Professor, I don't believe this is an occasion for celebration. Completing surgeries is our obligation as doctors. It is only in failure that we should engage in remorse and reflection." These were the words of her idol, the revered military surgeon Ning Anyi, spoken during an interview after saving thirty-six critically injured patients, his face devoid of emotion.

"Ah, Dr. Mo, you shouldn't be so modest. You're a grade B doctor who has successfully performed a grade A surgery that even grade A doctors would hesitate to undertake. Surely that's cause for celebration?" An elderly pharmacist, his face radiating approval, spoke admiringly.

He was a seasoned member of the pharmacology department at South University Affiliated Hospital and had witnessed the rise of many gifted doctors. Yet, prodigies like Mo Qingge, capable of performing second-grade surgeries at such a young age, were exceedingly rare.

"Are we here today to discuss trivial matters?" Mo Qingge respectfully bowed to the old pharmacist, then her expression turned serious once more.

The Ice Goddess wasn't just cold to the sycophants; she was equally critical of esteemed professors and pharmacists who wasted time on vanity projects. Mo Qingge would not hesitate to speak her mind!

At this meeting, we aim to debrief on yesterday's surgical incident, which includes managing the medical dispute, organizing the surgical details, and reviewing the surgical procedures. Additionally, we'll discuss Dr. Mo's prospects for promotion. Tomorrow, she'll be sent to the Imperial Capital Hospital, and her advancement to A-grade status is almost a certainty," Professor Chen said warmly, stroking his beard.

It's worth noting that Mo Qingge is only twenty-six years old this year.

Finding a twenty-six-year-old A-grade doctor in the country is exceedingly rare!

"That's wonderful news! Qingge, don't delay in expressing your gratitude to the professors," Zhang Zhen urged, noticing Mo Qingge's bewildered expression and quickly stepping in to ease the situation.

Truth be told, Mo Qingge was quite conflicted.

On one hand, becoming an A-grade doctor would open up a broader world of medicine to her, allowing her to undertake more challenging surgeries and refine her skills.

On the other hand, she was acutely aware of who the true hero of yesterday's surgery was.

With a complex mix of emotions, Mo Qingge's striking eyes flickered towards Zhang Zhen.

He returned her look with one of encouragement.

Ultimately, whether it was her intense aspiration to be an A-grade doctor or the reassurance from Zhang Zhen's supportive gaze, Mo Qingge made her decision to accept.

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