"Director Clark, this is an acupuncture method I saw in a book during my school years. That book isn't very well-known, so not many people know about it..." William Foster didn't dare mention the Qing Nang Shu—who in the medical field wouldn't know that book?

"Oh, I see! Don't do this kind of thing again in the future!" Jessica Clark said offhandedly.

William Foster asked anxiously, "Why?"

Jessica Clark rolled her eyes and said, "Acupuncture—who knows if it really works? Can you guarantee success every time? Hmph, modern medical equipment is the real deal! Besides, acupuncture uses so few consumables—how would our hospital survive? So, don't use acupuncture anymore. In our surgery department, we only need Western medicine, scalpels, and equipment!"

...

William Foster was speechless and returned to his office, but looking at the nurse on duty made him even more speechless.

There were five nurses in the surgery department. According to department rules, they took turns on duty. The allocation of nurses wasn't managed by the nursing department, but directly by the surgeons. The system was as follows—

If the young nurse was very cute, she belonged to the Director's office;

If the young nurse was somewhat cute, she belonged to the deputy Director's office;

If the young nurse was average-looking, then the surgeons would play dice to decide her assignment;

If the young nurse looked like Ruhuashi, she would, according to the rules, be assigned to William Foster.

...

So, every time William Foster saw the nurse at his door smiling at him, he felt an urge to die.

Originally, the pretty young nurse Grace Bennett was also part of the surgery department, but later she wasn't happy with it and transferred directly to internal medicine. There, all the specialists were over 60 years old, basically past the age of being interested in pretty young women, while the young male doctors in other departments could only swallow their saliva and lament that Grace Bennett was simply wasted in internal medicine!

William Foster was thinking about Grace Bennett in the treatment room, but didn't expect Grace Bennett's lovely figure to appear at the office door.

"William Foster, the director wants to see you!"

William Foster hurriedly looked around to confirm he was the only one surnamed Lin in the surgery department, then immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go right away!"

"Eh, what's up with you, what happened to your eyes?" Grace Bennett suddenly asked with a smile.

"Oh... that... I bumped into the door frame."

"Hehe, that excuse is so overused." Grace Bennett continued to smile.

William Foster was at a loss for words, secretly wondering what kind of personality Grace Bennett really had.

This beautiful nurse Grace Bennett was quite mysterious. Rumor had it her family had some background, but no one knew why she worked at this not-so-profitable hospital. She also had long red hair, and surprisingly, it wasn't dyed. It looked healthy and cute, especially when she wore her uniform, making people easily associate her with the "loli" type of beauty.

In the end, William Foster never had the courage to ask Grace Bennett why her hair was red. She was the only one in the hospital with red hair, but neither the director nor the general manager objected.

...

Passing through the dental corridor, taking the elevator to the 11th floor, and then through gynecology—where a group of precocious girls were waiting for abortions—after arriving on the 11th floor, Grace Bennett smiled at William Foster and said, "You go by yourself, I have other things to do!"

William Foster nodded and went on his own.

But Grace Bennett didn't leave immediately. She watched William Foster's back with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Only when William Foster disappeared around the corner did Grace Bennett sigh softly and murmur, "How could it be him? He's so timid..."

...

Dean Harris was a very senior expert. He used to work at the city's First Hospital, but was later poached to become the director here. Before becoming director, he was the surgery department's Director, that is, Jessica Clark's predecessor. But now, whenever Jessica Clark saw Dean Harris, she could only nod and bow like a lackey, because that was a direct superior-subordinate relationship.

Dean Harris was full of energy, his face glowing with health. The only flaw was that the top of his head was almost completely bald, with a great reflective effect. Every time there was a staff meeting, William Foster would gaze longingly at the bright expanse atop Dean Harris's head, feeling as if he were joyfully running across a green field.

"William Foster, you're here~ Have a seat, make yourself comfortable~"

Dean Harris was always very polite to young doctors.

"I heard you just treated a patient with a head wound, and with just two needles, you achieved what would normally take the surgery department half an hour to heal. Is that right?"

William Foster was startled and asked, "Director, how did you know about this?"

"Grace Bennett told me." Dean Harris lit a cigarette, squinting and smiling. "Young man, to be able to work under old Clark for a month without a word—impressive endurance!"

William Foster thought to himself, "That old bastard Clark, bullying newcomers just because he's senior. If he really pushes me too far, I'll just get rid of him!"

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud, so what William Foster actually said was: "Director Clark is very experienced. We young people should learn more from him. There's still a long way to go~"

Dean Harris laughed heartily and said, "Good! Good! I really like humble and cautious young people like you! So, how's the work in the surgery department? Do you feel up to it?"

"It's okay."