When the Doctor Uses A Hack

What this society needs is positive energy. What is the role of the media?

Isn’t it to spread social positivity and properly guide public opinion?

And now?

Should one simply allow a young person to be ruined?

lie’s so young, carrying such a punishment at a young age, and with the cancellation of all honors for the year, entered on his record, which will also be considered in future professional title evaluations—it’s clearly telling Chen Cang, is your future doomed?

Thinking of this, Du Jiaxi was infuriated to the extreme, lawless and outrageous!

What is called abuse of power?

What is called vendetta under the guise of authority?

“Old leader? What’s happened?” After the call connected, He Yongtang quickly asked.

Du Jiaxi stated decisively, “I’ve written an article, and you’re going to publish it tonight.”

He Yongtang was taken aback, “Today’s… it’s all been scheduled. Can it wait until tomorrow morning?”

Du Jiaxi spoke firmly, “Let me tell you something, Xiao He. I injured my foot last night, went to the Second Provincial Hospital for treatment, and stumbled upon this incident… then, this morning when 1 went to the hospital to buy medicine, I saw that notice of criticism… after asking around, I found out…”

Du Jiaxi embellished the story as he recounted it, inciting indignation in He Yongtang as well!

After finishing, Du Jiaxi let out a sigh, “Our newspaper isn’t as influential as the new media these days, but we still have to play our role. We must critique certain wrongdoings! We must expose them, and for those who bring positive energy, we must publicize and protect them! Otherwise, where would we find those who carry the weight and silently contribute to our society!”

“So we must save this kid, and we must also wake up this sleeping city!”

He Yongtang slapped the table, “Alright! Old leader, rest assured, I will take care of this matter. It happens that I haven’t made a decision on tonight’s evening paper. I will amend it right now!”

Du Jiaxi let out a deep breath, “Hmm, Xiao He, I’ll have to trouble you with this matter.”

lie Yongtang shook his head, “Old leader, it’s not trouble for me, this is our duty!”

After hanging up the phone, Du Jiaxi took a photo of the written article and sent it to He Yongtang. How could those old-timers type? His elegant brush handwriting was strong and forceful!

lie Yongtang read it carefully after receiving it, and was deeply moved upon finishing.

The old leader’s writing grew stronger and stronger, the phrases coherent as if strands of pearls were skillfully threaded together, and every word and sentence moved the reader deeply, resonating with thousands!

The words captured the spirit of a generation of young doctors!

They highlighted the belief in lifesaving and the equality of all before life.

They depicted the medical ethics and integrity that fears not the powerful and remains uncorrupted!

Yet such a person was now facing the peril of punishment!

The article did not include many derogatory statements about Song Qiang, but each line subtly pointed out the current decay!

It described the hospital’s corrupt practices of queue jumping!

It called out the excessive use of power by certain leaders!

He Yongtang could already imagine what kind of social response this article would provoke once published!

The newspaper industry was in decline!

But within the industry, there were still a group of loyal fans, a batch of faithful customers!

He Yongtang picked up the phone, ready to have the article typed out and edited into the newspaper’s layout, but then he had a better idea!

That was to attach the photo of the original handwritten copy directly, after all, Old Du’s calligraphy was sharp and compelling—one of the most forceful of the nineties!

This time, he would use Old Du’s powerful strokes to strike again at the person named Song Qiang!

Everything was fermenting.

And Chen Cang was sleeping.

During that time, Qin Yue and others made several calls, but Chen Cang did not answer any of them.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon.

Instantly, Chen Cang became alert and discovered a bunch of missed calls and messages on his phone.

Upon a closer look, he was instantly stunned.

Song Qiang really can, huh?

Another criticism, truly impressive.

Thinking of this, Chen Cang casually laughed it off.

Business as usual, he got up, washed up, and went downstairs to eat.

Just as he came down, he saw a woman entering through the door, and they exchanged smiles and greetings.

Chen Cang knew there were three tenants in the house, all rooms occupied. He lived by himself on the second floor, and there were two tenants on the first floor, but they rarely saw each other since Chen Cang went to work early in the day and often came back late at night from surgeries. On Saturdays and Sundays, he was at Zhang Zhixin’s place, so he hadn’t built a good rapport with the neighbors.

Chen Cang took the initiative to smile and say, “Hello, 1 live upstairs. I’ve just moved in not long ago. My name is Chen Cang.”

The woman smiled and nodded, “Yes, hello, I’m Shen Mo, I’m usually busy with work and we haven’t seen much of each other. I’m glad to meet you.”

The woman was dressed simply and elegantly, and in terms of looks, fairly average—or as Zhang Zhixin would say, “with plenty of room for improvement.”

But she seemed quite enthusiastic and appeared to be easy to get along with, so Chen Cang smiled.

The next day, Song Qiang walked into the office as usual. The administrative staff wasn’t required to be punctual at 8 a.m., and Song Qiang typically arrived around 8:30 but before 9 a.m. By the time he got there, there was already brewed tea and the latest newspaper on his desk.

Actually, the main sales of newspapers are still within enterprises and administrative agencies, and all the newspapers that should be subscribed to are never missing.

Anyang Daily, as an old and reputable newspaper enterprise in Anyang City, still stands firm and its survival cannot be separated from many factors.

Anyang Daily publishes both a morning and an evening edition, twice a day, and at that moment both were laid out in front of him.

Casually flipping through to find something of interest, checking out the situation in Anyang City, suddenly a piece of news caught his eye.

It was a page printed with a black-and-white photo and flamboyant, elegant calligraphy, which even Song Qiang couldn’t help looking at.

The name was also captivating!

“Healthcare, to heal others, one must first heal oneself!”

Song Qiang muttered to himself, another medical-themed article? Curiosity suddenly piqued.

However, Song Qiang quickly became perplexed as he read it!

The more he read, the more dumbfounded he became, the more startled!

This was clearly a depiction of his own queue-jumping incident from the previous night!

And it was sensationalized, touching on people’s emotions, making readers feel outraged at first glance!

Such writing was profound, and these medical incidents naturally attracted attention, easily engaging people since after all, who hasn’t visited a hospital for treatment!

Could the feeling of being cut in line ever be pleasant?

Reading up to the point where Chen Cang was disciplined, Song Qiang suddenly became so angry that he slammed his hand on the desk!

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he was in trouble, someone was targeting him!

Could it be Chen Cang?

Thinking this, Song Qiang was incredibly alarmed!