CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34: ON THE ROAD

The next day.

Nine in the morning.

Zhao Heng was already in Gao Jun’s car, on the way to Hot Spring Villa.

Unexpectedly, the car Gao Jun was driving was a Jeep Wrangler, and this car must cost at least fifty grand.

However, given Gao Jun’s income of at least thirty grand a year, driving this car, coupled with the fact that Gao Jun isn’t married yet, isn’t a problem.

"Teacher, are you really going to be the deputy director of the anesthesia department?"

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Zhao Heng asked Gao Jun.

It must be said, Gao Jun is really good at keeping things under wraps. On the surface, everyone seemed to think Song Siming was a shoo-in for deputy director or something, but people as low-key as Gao Jun are indeed few.

"Why? Did Xu Man Ni tell you?"

Gao Jun didn’t deny it, smiling as he spoke.

"Yeah."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"As long as you know."

Gao Jun said casually.

"Teacher, what about Director Song then?"

Zhao Heng couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s difficult; his weakness in research is too significant, and his influence isn’t enough."

Gao Jun shook his head slightly as he spoke.

"Then why is everyone saying this?"

Zhao Heng asked again.

"That’s just creating a buzz. When looking at things or people, you need to dig deeper and not be too superficial."

Gao Jun said.

Becoming a deputy director at Eastern Hospital is not that simple. Either you have strong influence and high status in the industry, or you have a solid background; other than that, no matter how much you do, it’s not of much help.

"Isn’t Director Song already the vice president of the Emergency Medical Society?"

Zhao Heng asked with some confusion.

"Which department head at Eastern Hospital isn’t at least a vice president or even president of a relevant specialized medical society?"

Gao Jun asked in return.

He meant that while this may seem impressive to ordinary people, to the big shots, it’s just average and not something worth bragging about.

"So, teacher, you must have a strong background?"

Zhao Heng asked boldly.

Gao Jun’s current title is only attending physician, and although he’s about to become a deputy chief physician, he doesn’t seem to have any significant achievements in academia.

Being able to soon become the deputy director of the anesthesia department and the actual power holder, he must have an unbreakably strong background.

"It’s all right. My old man works in the ministry."

Gao Jun said calmly.

Holy crap!

Zhao Heng was shocked by Gao Jun’s words. Gao Jun said "ministry," which naturally means the Ministry of Health, otherwise, it wouldn’t have such clout.

This is definitely a second-generation powerhouse!

He’s now the deputy director of anesthesia, and in a couple of years, he’ll naturally become director, then deputy dean, dean...

Tsk!

The road is probably already paved.

No wonder Gao Jun chose anesthesia. It’s because it’s a newly established department with room for maneuver.

This is a golden thigh!

Zhao Heng couldn’t help thinking.

Linking this with the usually proud Xu Man Ni being so polite to Gao Jun, Zhao Heng suddenly understood a lot.

Moreover, he hid it too well.

"Teacher, if I bow to you now, is it still in time?"

Zhao Heng said half-jokingly.

"No need to bow, you’re the only student I have."

Gao Jun chuckled as he spoke.

He originally chose anesthesia as a transitional job, given his family background, he wouldn’t stick to anesthesia for a lifetime.

Moreover, since he started in technical work, his family background wasn’t something to reveal directly.

The unexpected thing for Gao Jun was meeting someone like Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng’s performance and talent far exceeded Gao Jun’s expectations, and with Gao Jun’s insight, he naturally knew that with Zhao Heng’s progress speed, he would surely become a medical big shot in the future.

It was this that put Zhao Heng in Gao Jun’s eye, making Gao Jun want to mentor him.

At this moment, Zhao Heng felt a dizzying sensation as if struck by a pie dropping from the sky. This surprise was indeed a bit overwhelming.

No wonder Gao Jun was so certain before, saying that once he passed the exam, he’d get him a spot as a contract worker first.

Thinking about it now, with Gao Jun’s background, this kind of thing, a contract worker position, is a cinch, isn’t it?!

With this thought, Zhao Heng felt a surge of excitement.

"Don’t overthink it, the old man is the old man, I am me. See, I’m still working day and night."

Gao Jun said indifferently.

It’s also the old man who told him he didn’t have the talent to become a top-notch national bigwig, so he chose anesthesia, preparing for a future transition into management.

But he saw this hope in Zhao Heng.

"Mm."

Zhao Heng nodded.

However, at this moment, he felt some respect for Gao Jun’s old man.

With such status and background, being able to let his children work hard on the clinical frontline, indeed isn’t an ordinary insight.

"Just keep this to yourself."

Gao Jun advised Zhao Heng again.

"I understand."

Zhao Heng nodded, knowing that if others at the hospital knew Gao Jun’s father was a big shot in the ministry, Gao Jun wouldn’t be as low-key as he is now.

These hidden identity matters are actually quite common in TZ.

Some people, not showing off, only reveal their massive backing at critical moments.

This is also the method of handling affairs influenced by our cultural core.

After a while, the car arrived. Gao Jun parked, and the two got out together.

As Zhao Heng got out, he saw a paifang standing at the entrance, with two elegant large characters - "Hua Qing!"

Hua Qing?

It was Zhao Heng’s first time at such a picturesque place, wasn’t it said to be Hot Spring Villa?

Zhao Heng initially thought it was some kind of farm stay place.

"Despite the name Hua Qing, it’s just to ride on the name’s fame, but it’s quieter here than other hot springs, and the service is slightly better."

Upon seeing Zhao Heng staring at those two words, Gao Jun couldn’t help but explain.

"Teacher, isn’t this place expensive?"

Zhao Heng couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s all arranged by friends, don’t overthink, just relax."

Gao Jun patted Zhao Heng’s shoulder as he spoke.

Following Gao Jun inside, Zhao Heng saw young ladies in high-slit cheongsams standing on both sides, and needless to say, each one looked stunning.

Inside the quaint lobby, seeing the various furnishings, Zhao Heng further confirmed that the consumption here is definitely not cheap.

At least with his current monthly salary of four thousand, he couldn’t afford it.

It seemed to have been arranged; Gao Jun said something at the front desk, and a good-looking lady in a blue-and-white porcelain cheongsam led them through several places, finally arriving at a small courtyard.

Looking at the courtyard, Zhao Heng saw a stone tablet in front with two large characters - "Fu Rong."

This...

This level of grandeur!

"This is a newly launched private hot spring, with a villa included."

The cheongsam lady seemed to sense Zhao Heng’s confusion and explained in a pleasant voice.