Chapter 30 – Job Transfer

Su Ying cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Dongmei.
She had no good feelings toward this so-called supervisor—someone who wasn’t even serious about treating patients and had nearly caused a medical accident.
And clearly, this woman harbored hostility toward her.
What puzzled Su Ying was where this hostility came from.

Surely it wasn’t just because she had a face Zhao Dongmei didn’t like?

“Supervisor Zhao, do you need something?”

Facing Zhao Dongmei, Dean Li instantly took on a more serious tone, naturally exuding the authority of a superior.

Zhao Dongmei quickly withdrew her gaze from Su Ying and replied with a smile:

“Dean, I came to talk about the woman who gave birth yesterday. Her condition is still quite serious. Although the bleeding was stopped during surgery, I think she should remain in the ICU for a few more days.”

The dean frowned slightly.
ICU beds were tight. If she stayed there too long and another patient needed urgent care, they might not have space.

“How is she now? Is she awake?”

“Yes, she’s awake—but still vomiting heavily.”

Su Ying had quietly been listening. Now she spoke up:

“The vomiting is likely due to a reaction to the anesthesia. Some people don’t tolerate it well. If her other health indicators are normal, she doesn’t necessarily need to stay in the ICU. The nurses just need to monitor her more closely. Besides, given her family’s financial situation, ICU care is a huge burden.”

Zhao Dongmei’s expression turned ugly.
She looked down at Su Ying with disdain.

“What do you know? Who asked you to butt in? Do you even understand the patient’s condition? Where are you spouting these random theories from? This is a hospital—we’re saving lives here, not letting you show off your scattered and shallow knowledge.”

Su Ying was starting to get angry too.
What is wrong with this woman?

“Maybe I haven’t learned that much,” she replied, “but I think I still know more than you. At least I don’t treat a patient’s life like it’s nothing. As a medical worker, you can’t even do the bare minimum—be responsible. That’s not just negligence. It’s playing with someone’s life.”

“What did you say?”

Zhao Dongmei was furious.
She didn’t even process what Su Ying meant—she just felt like she was being insulted and challenged.

She couldn’t believe that some country bumpkin dared to provoke her like this.

Seeing the two were about to argue, Dean Li quickly gestured at Zhao Dongmei.

“Supervisor Zhao, please take a seat. Don’t get worked up. Young people are a little impulsive—it’s normal.”

Then he turned to Su Ying with a curious look.

“Comrade Su, you seem to know quite a lot about that patient’s condition.”

Su Ying glanced at Zhao Dongmei.
After a moment’s thought, she decided not to mention that she had gone to consult the head nurse.
Her only goal at the time had been to help the patient. And since the woman was still under treatment, and considering Zhao Dongmei’s narrow-mindedness, she figured it was best not to cause unnecessary trouble.

“Oh, I overheard the nurses chatting while I was cleaning.”

Dean Li raised his eyebrows.

“Oh? Then tell me—would you say her condition is stable now?”

Zhao Dongmei nearly ground her teeth.
This uneducated rural girl hadn’t even been to college, and the dean was actually discussing a patient’s case with her?

Su Ying shook her head with a wry smile.

“I don’t know for sure. Like I said, it depends on her specific health indicators. If Supervisor Zhao’s surgery went well, then she should gradually recover. But it’s still important to closely monitor her uterus and internal organs.”

At this point, Su Ying’s eyes showed a trace of sadness.
Her former hospital had dealt with similar cases before—mothers who had been saved from massive hemorrhaging but then suddenly experienced organ failure, including the uterus.
They had held several medical conferences afterward, hoping to prevent such outcomes in the future.
So it was crucial to use both data and physical assessments before making decisions.

Dean Li looked at Su Ying with great appreciation.

He was now starting to believe that she might truly have what it takes to be a doctor.
Passing the licensing and qualification exams was difficult, but with her rigor and passion for the work, he thought she could probably do it—given time.

Checking the clock, he smiled at Su Ying:

“Alright, you should head down to the registration desk now. It’s already past 11. If you miss them before they’re off duty, I won’t be able to transfer your post today.”

Su Ying stood up and gave him a bow.

“Thank you, Dean.”

Zhao Dongmei suddenly shot up from her seat.

“Dean, you’re transferring her to the registration desk? That’s not acceptable!”

Dean Li raised his head. His eyes carried a hint of sternness.

“Why not? Supervisor Zhao, it seems you have a personal bias against Su Ying.”

Zhao Dongmei quickly protested:

“No, Dean. But just yesterday she got into a fight with Yang Tianjiao. And the logistics department said she’s not serious about her work and even complained about her duties. Someone like that isn’t suited for our hospital. Why would you still transfer her?”

She sounded agitated and angry, but deep down, she was worried.
She knew the only reason Su Ying had bounced back must be because she was a military wife.
Still, she thought the dean was overestimating her.
Her husband was just a crippled veteran—what kind of power could he possibly have?
There was no reason for the dean to give her special treatment.

Su Ying turned her eyes thoughtfully, then looked at Zhao Dongmei with innocent confusion.

“Supervisor Zhao, when did I ever complain about my job? And I didn’t hit Yang Tianjiao. I just accidentally spilled some mop water and knocked over a bucket onto her. You’re really slandering me. What kind of grudge do you have against me, exactly?”

“Shut up!”

Zhao Dongmei was livid and barked at her.

“You don’t get to speak here, you wild little girl from the countryside—”

She was on the verge of tearing Su Ying’s mouth apart.
But seeing the dean watching her, she had to rein it in.

“There were plenty of witnesses yesterday. You know whether I’m slandering you or not. Also, you’re just not suited for hospital work. You’re still young—you could go work at a supply center or a restaurant. There’s no need to cling to this hospital job.”

Though her tone was slightly more restrained in front of the dean, her disdain for Su Ying was evident in every word.

Dean Li wasn’t interested in hearing them argue.
He waved Su Ying off so she could leave first.

Su Ying pressed her lips together, nodded, and left the room.

Zhao Dongmei stood stiffly, glaring coldly at her back.

She absolutely could not allow this thorn in her side to stay in the hospital.

Then she turned back to the dean.

“Dean, does Su Ying have some kind of special background?”

Dean Li raised an eyebrow, then chuckled.

“Xiao Zhao, do you know why I recommended you to become the OB-GYN department supervisor back then?”

Zhao Dongmei immediately straightened up, her heart full of gratitude and flattery ready to pour out.

But Dean Li continued:

“Because in addition to your professional skills, you were also very tactful. Frankly, being a doctor means dealing with people. You’re good at handling doctor-patient relationships—that’s your strength. Su Ying, on the other hand, is still young and can be a bit hot-tempered. But we’re all colleagues here—we should help each other and avoid unnecessary conflicts.”