When the Doctor Uses A Hack

As a doctor, Chen Cang naturally wouldn't talk nonsense.

Hmm, those in the medical profession don't lie.

At this moment, Yang Shang's expression displayed a typical hyperthyroid face—eyes widened in shock, gaze darting about.

And mixed with some signs of myxedema—dull eyes and slow reactions.

Chen Cang sighed. It was hard enough for someone to come buy his patent, and it turned out to be a fool...

Thinking of this, Chen Cang let out a sigh, shook his head with some disappointment, and prepared to keep walking forward.

Yang Shang suddenly grabbed Chen Cang's hand.

"Professor Chen! Wait a moment!"

Chen Cang was stunned. When soft doesn't work, let's go hard?

Why don't you send a young lady to chat with me instead?

Hmm, those two sentences had no relation to each other.

Yang Shang calmed himself down, returned to a normal expression, and revealed an awkward yet polite smile: "Professor Chen, don't you want to join in building and developing this project?"

"Our company can give Professor Chen significant voice in the decision-making process. We could even let you join as a technical partner—we'll develop this project together. What do you think?"

Chen Cang decisively shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Of course Chen wasn't interested. He wasn't good at design in the first place—what if one day someone exposed him? That would be embarrassing.

Besides!

Chen Cang didn't have time to deal with these matters.

The hospital alone already had plenty to keep him busy.

Chen Cang didn't think his emotional intelligence was enough to handle the scheming and maneuvering of the business world.

This Bautong Company had quite the plan, roping him in so they wouldn't have to spend money on buying a patent or advertising—they'd just follow his lead and rake in profits.

If they made money, shared dividends for everyone.

If they lost money, no big loss for the company.

But Chen would lose his patent and waste his energy! It was all too much trouble!

His precious energy still needed to be reserved for Comrade Xiao Qin, to nurture the next generation. Naturally, it couldn't be wasted.

Watching Chen's firm rejection, Yang Shang scratched his head—he hadn't expected to meet such an airheaded fellow...

Are all geniuses like this?

Forget it, forget it—try again tomorrow, but he'd need a different strategy.

...

Chen Cang had walked about twenty meters when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Recalling Xu Ziming's words, his brow furrowed.

Could he be getting followed?

All at once, Chen Cang started looking over his shoulder every few steps, checking to see if anyone was tailing him.

But...

He found that not a single soul was there!

Clearly, Xu Ziming and the others had said that back in the day, those pharmaceutical company reps would hound them nonstop, even resorting to tracking tactics.

They just wanted to find out where they lived!

If they thought you slept alone and too lonely, they'd send an attractive opposite-sex rep to follow you everywhere. If you were married, they'd start sending money and gifts to your wife.

Your rejection wouldn't matter—your wife might accept!

Talking about how some unscrupulous pharma companies operated, the department heads had plenty to say.

Chen Cang even felt they boasted about it as a way to flaunt their clout!

But why was there no one following him?!

Chen suddenly felt a hint of relief.

However...

After walking a few more steps, Chen looked back again and found nobody still following him.

The relief didn't last long and was instead replaced by unexplainable disappointment.

These pharmaceutical companies... truly snobbish.

Why is nobody following me?!

Do they look down on Mr. Chen here or something?

Thinking about it, Chen suddenly found himself lacking that sense of being sought after by drug reps.

Chen sighed helplessly again.

He actually felt a little disappointed.

Why wouldn't any pharma company send someone to follow me?

Even if it's just a pretty lady—fine by me.

...

...

Recently, Chen Cang's schedule had been quite packed.

To ensure surgeries proceed on time, complete tasks ahead of schedule as planned, and encourage everyone to avoid late nights,

Chen Cang decided to start surgery at around 5 a.m. each day; post-surgery rounds could follow immediately.

Which meant waking up at five every day.

Of course, this wasn't because Chen Cang was trying to impose on Old Ma for more meals—though the crystal shrimp dumplings sent over by Old Ma's chef in the mornings were indeed delicious, and the bird's nest soup was quite nourishing.

Surgeries continued as usual, and Chen had been so busy lately he almost forgot about the magazine editor Tan Zhengyang.

During breakfast, Chen sighed: "Sigh..."

This one sigh startled the twelve others—they immediately set down their bowls and chopsticks, eyes filled with nervous apprehension as they stared at Chen.

They assumed someone had dared to offend the master!

Chen looked at their reactions and quickly said, "Eat, eat! Hurry up and finish so you can report in!"

Everyone resumed eating.

Chen let out another sigh…

This time, everyone promptly set down their chopsticks again.

They started exchanging glances with Meng Xi—after all, Professor Meng was officially known to be Chen Cang's mentor, and Chen likely wouldn't dare lift a hand against Meng Xi.

But whether he might smack Meng Xi around a little was another story.

Still!

They swore that, even if Professor Chen laid a hand on Meng Xi, they'd never tattle to their "little teacher-wife."

The bonds of manly camaraderie were unyielding!

Seeing their reactions, Meng Xi's expression immediately changed. What on earth was this bunch thinking? Didn't they know this guy's tongue spared no one—regardless of appearance, gender, or even seniority and authority?

"Chen Cang, what's up? What's the sighing for?" Meng Xi finally asked.

Chen Cang was caught off guard, "Did I sigh?"

Everyone nodded in unison: "Of course you did!"

Chen cleared his throat awkwardly: "Oh, maybe I've got something weighing on my mind, feeling a bit down."

The moment everyone heard that Professor Chen could actually feel down, they exchanged glances, rolling their eyes in disbelief.

Being ungrateful while living such a life of privilege—what do you have to be unhappy about?

Day in and day out...

When you're working in surgery, the prettiest young nurses personally assist you with wearing your surgical gown—we department heads still have to attire ourselves!

When you're hungry, you feast on lavish gourmet meals while we're stuck with boxed fast food lunches—you're dining as if at a banquet of rare delicacies.

If you're upset, you can just yell at us for no reason...

If you're in an average mood, you can still impress us with theatrics...

You're feeling down?

Everyone entirely ignored him.

Seeing he was being completely snubbed, Chen froze.

"You all… shouldn't my students at least ask me why I'm unhappy?"

Meng Xi scoffed coldly: "If you're unhappy with all this, the rest of us might just die from anger!"

Chen Cang thought about it and realized—well, that's true!

But the reason for his discontent? Lately nobody's come looking to buy his patent!

Meng Xi's curiosity suddenly piqued as she furrowed her brows and said, "Wait, what's making you unhappy? Go ahead, tell us—we could all use a reason to feel good!"

Instantly, the group chimed in, agreeing enthusiastically!

What an excellent idea.

The group nodded in unison:

"Yes, Professor Chen! We're quite skilled at helping people work through their troubles. Tell us why you're upset—it'll make us happy–er, we mean, help us analyze it!"

Chen Cang glared at the group, exceedingly annoyed.

Finally, Chen couldn't help but say: "Alright, then you tell me—why hasn't anyone come to buy my patent yet?!"