Liu Feng shook his head slightly, and did not refuse directly, but took the initiative to help the medical staff push Yang Ding back to the ward.

Because Yang Ding had just struggled back from the brink of death, Liu Feng did not talk to him too much. After settling him, Liu Feng retreated, leaving only the medical staff and Yang Shiwen in the ward.

"Mr. Liu, what do you think of the suggestion I made just now?" The old doctor also followed. Liu Feng's magical medical skills made him really unwilling to give up.

"Old sir, what do you call me?" Liu Feng still did not answer positively, but asked back.

The old doctor quickly introduced himself: "My name is Tian Weiguo. I am the director of the Department of Cardiac Surgery of the Central Hospital and one of the vice presidents of the Central Hospital. Mr. Liu, I know that in China, people like you who do not work in the hospital but who have medical skills that ordinary doctors cannot understand are almost national treasures. You may not be willing to be a hospital..."

“I don’t have a medical license.”

Liu Feng interrupted Tian Weiguo and said calmly: "And I am not the kind of national treasure-level figure you said. The most important thing is that I really don't want to be bound by the rules of the hospital when you haven't finished it."

"Don't worry, Mr. Liu, I only ask you to work in our hospital. There are no special circumstances, and the hospital will never bother you. As for the medical license, I will solve it for you." Tian Weiguo said.

"I'll think about it." After Liu Feng said this, he turned around and walked out.

"Mr. Liu, wait a minute." Tian Weiguo followed Liu Feng and handed a business card on it. "Mr. Liu, if you think about it, you can contact me immediately. Whether you agree to come to our hospital for a job, I will help you get the qualification certificate for traditional Chinese medicine physicians, and tomorrow I will place a special office for you in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the Central Hospital."

...

When Liu Feng left, Tian Weiguo kept muttering: "It would be a pity if such a master of Xinglin cannot fully display his medical skills!"

An hour later, Yang Shiwen walked out of the hospital with her crying eyes accompanied by Uncle Dong.

"Brother Feng, have you... been waiting for me?"

When Miss Yang walked out of the hospital and saw Liu Feng looking at her with a smile, her big red eyes were covered with water vapor again, "Brother Feng, you are so nice. Apart from my father, you are the one who cares the most about others now."

"Shiwen is good."

Liu Feng hugged Yang Shiwen, patted her back, and said gently: "No matter what you face, Brother Feng will help you. Go home now and have a good rest. I believe that from tomorrow, you will face a new world and face the real challenges in life."

"Hmm! Hey, how did you know?"

Yang Shiwen responded lightly, and then suddenly asked: "Liu Feng, my dad didn't tell you this just now. How did you know that I will face challenges in life in the future?"

Liu Feng raised his hand and slapped Yang Shiwen's little nose, "It's very simple. Old Yang's current state is at least half a year to recuperate in the hospital. And who will manage the huge Yang Group? Of course it is your Miss Yang."

"Yes, my dad told me just now." Yang Shiwen naturally held Liu Feng's arm and sighed, "We may have to leave school. Dad will authorize me to the Yang Group Corporation tomorrow that I will become the president of Yang."

Um!

Liu Feng nodded, raised his hand and pointed out the car, signaling the two to get in and chat.

After getting on the bus, Yang Shiwen continued, "My dad also said that there will definitely be someone in the company who will object. After all, there are some small shareholders and some strong professional managers in the company. As long as my dad has a problem, someone will definitely come out to seize power."

Liu Feng started the car and slowly walked up, saying, "Are you under pressure?"

"Some, just a little."

Yang Shiwen flattened her mouth and said seriously: "I believe I can do it, and you are supporting me in my skills."

"Yes, this is just like Miss Yang, a little stronger."

"Well, strong! By the way, will we go to the company tomorrow? Brother Feng, please go with me."

"No, after you have a rest tonight, we will go to the school to do a leave of absence tomorrow. Although the school has been closed, there are still three subjects that must be taken before the end of this semester. Similarly, I will give you some people in the Yang family time, especially those who want to make trouble, so that they can perform well, so that we can be targeted after we enter the company."

The next day, Liu Feng and Yang Shiwen took a leave of absence at Donghai University of Science and Technology. Boss of Hell, whose university life was nearly a semester, was about to usher in his career cliff.

At the same time, the Yang Group was in chaos at this time.

It was still in the group conference room on the 12th floor, and a group of executives and several shareholders gathered together.

"Did you receive the notice? Although Chairman Yang was rescued, he had to rest in the hospital for at least half a year. As a result... Miss Yang was allowed to serve as the company's temporary president, alas!"

A bald middle-aged man sighed and said, "The Yang family belongs to the Yang family. I don't deny this, but Miss Yang is only so old this year. It seems that she will only be 20 years old in more than a month, right? Can he lead such a large group company?"

"Mr. Ge, I think you're wrong." A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses said: "I think the Yang family is not just from the Yang family. Although the Yang family holds the most shares of the group and Chairman Yang is also the founder of the Yang family, the group company has developed to this scale today, and it is inseparable from the efforts of other shareholders and all professional managers, so..."

"So, our Yang Group must not be handed over to a girl under 20 years old."

Another big belly man took over the conversation and said, "I think we will hold a group meeting, with all shareholders and all executives voting to select a temporary president from professional managers, and the temporary president we selected will lead the company before Chairman Yang recovers from health."

"It's right, I'll discuss it!"

"I agree, too."

After the three seemingly identifiable figures spoke, many senior executives in the group made a statement one after another that more than half of the people in the entire conference room supported the three.

From this we can see that these people seemed to have reached a tacit understanding after Yang Ding had an accident yesterday.

"Dai Raoer, what do you think of our proposal?"

When the atmosphere in the conference room was set off by the three of them, the bald man, who was the first to speak, turned his head to look at a beautiful woman in a standard professional attire.

This woman looks at least 25 years old. Her skin is as white as fresh soy milk, tender as cream. Her big eyes are bright and clear. She has two flaming red lips under her tall and straight nose. It not only has natural sexiness, but also has a hint of mature beauty that is inconsistent with her age.

She is Dai Raoer, the financial director of Yang's Group. Since she took office, Yang's Group's performance expenditure has declined year by year in three years, and its profits have continued to rise. In addition, the company's audit department she controls has found many cases of private use of senior executives in these three years, eliminating several borers for the company.

Dai Raoer used her abilities to prove that she was not just a vase, but she also held the financial power of Yang, so no one dared to underestimate her.

Among Yang's professional managers, Dai Raoer plays an important role.

After everyone's eyes focused on Dai Raoer, the financial director opened his red lips lightly and said calmly: "I just need to do my own job well. Don't you have to care what I think?"

"Dai Raoer, today's meeting may be related to the fate of Yang's future. If you want to not choose a sideline, do you think it is possible?" said Mr. Ge.

"Mr. Ge, do you want to force me to support Miss Yang?" Dai Raoer's rebellious question was simple, but it showed the extremely strong side of this beautiful woman.

"Okay, Mr. Ge, you should understand Director Rao'er's personality, so you don't have to force her."

"Yes, Director Rao'er has a five-year contract with the company. It has been three years now. After we elect the interim president, many jobs will still rely on Director Rao'er. I hope that in the next two years, Rao'er can remember what she said just now and do her job well."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and the big-bellied man spoke again. The two guys spoke sarcastically, with a not-so-obvious threatening smell.

However, Dai Raoer stood up with a smile, "Sorry, I feel uncomfortable, you guys continue, I'll go back to my office first."

After throwing this sentence, Dai Raoer took elegant steps and turned away.

The bald Mr. Ge's eyes were always focused on Dai Raoer's round buttocks wrapped in a professional dress, and muttered in a low voice: "A beautiful woman, a talented and beautiful woman, is also a disobedient woman."

"Mr. Ge, maybe only you can conquer such a woman!" said with a smile on the side of the golden silk-edged glasses.

"Haha! Let's wait until the business is done. As long as I make time, I will definitely do it."

Mr. Ge whispered as if he was talking to himself, then waved his hand, "Okay, the meeting will continue, how about we choose an interim president now? After all, such a large group company cannot be without a head!"

"I agree, and I think the interim president must be President Ge." Jinsijie's eyes followed the wind again.

The man with a big belly raised his hand and said, "I agree that Mr. Ge is the largest shareholder except Chairman Ge Yang. And he is different from other shareholders who only pay dividends. Mr. Ge has always served as logistics director in the company and has a very good understanding of all the company's business. It is most suitable for him to be the interim president."

"I agree, too."

“We agree, too.”

"I don't agree. I think Chairman Yang has announced that we should make our own decisions if Miss Yang wants to serve as the temporary president."

"I also object to it. I think to choose an interim president, we should also choose a young and dynamic professional manager instead of choosing from the major shareholders."

...

At the Yang Group, at a group meeting without the Yang family, there was a bloody competition for rights due to the election of the interim president.

The meeting produced no results on the first day and the next day.

On the third day, when Mr. Ge didn't know what method he used, after voting at the group meeting, he was finally elected as the interim president of the Yang Group with more than half of the approval rating.

“Thank you very much for your support.”

After being elected, President Ge sat at the top of the conference table and said with a smile: "As the interim president of Yang Group, I promise to bring you all in the next six months, even one year, three years, or five years..."

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Chapter completed!