Yan Huaiyi returned from his recovery to take on the position of leader of the second quality control team, responsible for the quality control of the branch and cooperative medical units.

Changxing Hospital currently has three branches, two community clinics, and several cooperative medical units.

Zhao Feiyang assigned the responsibility of quality control to him, which on the surface seemed like an important task. However, everyone understood that Zhao Feiyang was using the opportunity to temporarily push him out of the core leadership of Changxing. Yan Huaiyi seemed to be following in the footsteps of Geng Wenxiu, although it was uncertain if he had the resilience to recover immediately after a fall like Geng Wenxiu did.

During an internal meeting of Changxing's top management, Zhao Feiyang publicly announced this decision, and no one objected. After all, quality is the fundamental basis for the hospital's development, and improving the hospital's social reputation starts with ensuring medical quality.

Yan Huaiyi took a look at his second quality control team, noticing that aside from himself, the other members were all the directors of the various branches and community clinic leaders. Essentially, he was just a commander without any troops, as Zhao Feiyang had cunningly set it up so he appeared to be in charge of quality control but had no actual resources to deploy.

The others caught on to the subtle trickery, realizing that Zhao Feiyang had essentially put Yan Huaiyi in a vulnerable position. If he failed to satisfy Zhao Feiyang with a quality control inspection within a month, he would likely be cast down further.

Though the branches were under the Changxing Hospital brand, they operated with their original staff, working mainly with community members. Their work nature was entirely different from Changxing Headquarters, making it unrealistic to apply the same quality control standards uniformly, risking an impasse in their work.

Yan Huaiyi stared at the document for a long time, trying to suppress his anger while also gathering courage.

After emphasizing the importance of quality control, Zhao Feiyang addressed the team: "Does anyone have any comments?"

No one spoke, but the exaggerated sound of Secretary Chen Xing'an drinking water could be heard. Zhao Feiyang maintained a respectful stand towards the senior Chen Xing'an, albeit largely superficial. Chen Xing'an was a sly old fox, but he understood his position in the hospital, so as long as he didn't create obstacles for Zhao Feiyang, Zhao viewed him as a good colleague.

"Secretary Chen, would you like to say something?" Zhao Feiyang would say this when everyone else remained silent, proving his respect for him.

Chen Xing'an put down his teacup, watching the goji berries in the crystal glass sway back and forth like doors moving with the wind or flickering red hearts.

"I agree with Dean Zhao's opinion; the time has come when we can no longer ignore Changxing's quality control work. I suggest starting with the party members, having them set an example and fully leverage their exemplary roles."

Zhao Feiyang solemnly replied: "Secretary Chen's suggestion is excellent and critical; our medical work must be under the party's leadership, always worthy of the party and the people."

The Dean and Secretary coordinated seamlessly, and Chen Xing'an was adaptable, fitting well with any team, which was precisely his strength.

"I have a question."

Yan Huaiyi spoke too softly his first time, failing to draw Zhao Feiyang's attention. As Zhao Feiyang organized the files in his hands, he said: "If there are no questions, let's adjourn."

"I have a question!" Yan Huaiyi was entirely provoked by Zhao Feiyang's disregard. He believed Zhao had heard him but deliberately ignored him to humiliate him publicly.

Zhao Feiyang smiled: "Old Yan, are you not fully recovered? Your voice is a bit weak; speak up, louder!"

Everyone realized Zhao Feiyang intended to humiliate Yan Huaiyi, and many were puzzled about why Zhao continuously targeted him. Was it just because he was a vice president promoted by Gu Houyi? It seemed more complicated; could there be an unknown grudge between them?

Yan Huaiyi continued: "Dean Zhao asked… asked me to lead the second quality control group, but… but… I am the only one in the group…"

Zhao Feiyang replied: "Old Yan, you didn't listen carefully to my speech. You are the leader of the second quality control group, responsible for each branch, community clinic, and cooperative medical unit. Therefore, your team members will be drawn from those places. This considers the specific situations. Take Weishan Island Branch as an example; the employees there surely know the branch best."

Yan Huaiyi asked: "What if they don't cooperate?"

Zhao Feiyang's smile vanished: "Old Yan, that's a peculiar question. You are a vice president at Changxing and the head of the quality control team—are you telling me you can't direct them?"

Yan Huaiyi's face turned bright red, as Zhao Feiyang's comment essentially accused him of incompetence.

"That's not… not what I meant… I… I'm saying… at least provide me with a few assistants… Fir… First… one…"

Qin Guoliang understood that he was comparing his own leadership of the first quality control group, which included department heads and head nurses, totaling over thirty people, resulting in Yan Huaiyi being left as a lone commander. It was no wonder he was anxious and upset; Zhao Feiyang was indeed merciless.

Yan Huaiyi's face was turning purple, feeling as if he was suffering internal injuries from stress.

"Old Yan, I know the task is quite arduous, and the branches' situations are very complex, which is why I chose you. You've been serving as vice president the longest, know Changxing well, and have long fought on the medical front lines. I believe only you can handle this job." Zhao Feiyang had placed Yan Huaiyi on a high pedestal, ready to pull the ladder once he climbed it.

Yan Huaiyi nodded, striving to calm down, reminding himself not to lose control. As long as Zhao Feiyang remains, he will never see a breakthrough. He was determined to leave Changxing, even at a loss, recalling suddenly: "I need an assistant!"

When a stutterer suddenly speaks smoothly, it indicates they have organized their thoughts entirely.

Yan Huaiyi's request wasn't unreasonable, now passing the ball to Zhao Feiyang. If he refused, it would be clear that he intended to use this matter to corner Yan Huaiyi, but how much difference could an assistant make in such a heavy workload? What difference would two people make compared to one?

Zhao Feiyang wouldn't refuse, smiling: "Old Yan, do you have someone in mind?"

Yan Huaiyi asked: "Does it mean whoever I choose, you will agree?" He glanced at the other participants, making a few vice presidents uneasy, wondering if he intended to drag someone down with him.

Zhao Feiyang said: "Avoid choosing from the clinical side; aim for administrative staff below deputy division level." This statement excluded all the vice presidents; he was also wary of Yan Huaiyi retaliating by transferring a particular vice president with him to the second group, which would later provide an excuse for shirking responsibilities.

Yan Huaiyi nodded, making a swift decision: "I want Xu Chunliang!"

The room fell silent as everyone held their breath, even a pin drop could be heard. Xu Chunliang indeed fell within Zhao Feiyang's stated selectable range, but he wasn't particularly significant. However, everyone knew Xu Chunliang belonged to Zhao Feiyang.

Yan Huaiyi choosing Xu Chunliang wasn't likely for his capability but to discomfort Zhao Feiyang. Since Zhao Feiyang had pushed him out of Changxing, humiliating him, he intended to show that he wasn't easily bullied. It was akin to, even if he couldn't fight back, targeting Zhao's protégés.

In this way, Yan Huaiyi maneuvered against Zhao Feiyang, inciting Geng Wenxiu to intervene: "Xu Chunliang isn't suitable; he's currently overseeing the Medical Affairs Office..."

"It's fine!" Zhao Feiyang agreed to Yan Huaiyi's request before she finished. Xu Chunliang was indeed a great tool, but Yan Huaiyi didn't realize this tool wasn't one he could wield effectively.

Gao Xinhua didn't manage to attend the meeting, having just returned from Nanjiang that day, intending to rest at home first and report to Zhao Feiyang the next day. However, before even reaching home, Zhao called.

Zhao Feiyang invited him for dinner to welcome him back. Gao Xinhua couldn't refuse the Dean's invitation, so he hurried home, took a quick shower, and changed clothes before heading to the agreed location.

Zhao Feiyang hosted at Hua Jian Japanese Cuisine; had it not been for Zhao's invitation, Gao Xinhua might never visit such a place, not for price but personal taste.

Gao Xinhua always felt Japanese cuisine emphasized form over substance, appealing more to the eyes and mind than providing genuine gustatory enjoyment, unlike Chinese cuisine, a true indulgence for the palate and stomach.

Japanese dishes looked beautiful yet tasted bland, heavily relying on imagination to perceive them as delicious.

Although Zhao Feiyang was the host, Gao Xinhua still brought a bottle of Moutai from home, wary that Zhao might only prepare sake, which he found akin to water.

Zhao Feiyang's choice of this place was mainly for its peacefulness. At his level, every action was observed, and taste mattered less than the environment and privacy.

Hua Jian Japanese Cuisine was located near Nanshan Park, surrounded by green trees. Through the gaps in the woods, one could glimpse the park's man-made waterfalls and springs.

The owner, Xu Ying, had studied in Neon, later traveling between the two countries, engaging in import purchases, earning her first pot of gold. This restaurant opened two years prior, adhering to the so-called artisan spirit of Neon People, focusing on meticulous craftsmanship, quality first, and gaining a good reputation among Dongzhou's Japanese cuisine enthusiasts.

Gao Xinhua arrived at a room called "Lian Kong," where Zhao Feiyang was already present, making phone calls. In his position as a Dean, it was difficult to distinguish between working hours and personal time.

He gestured for Gao Xinhua to sit opposite him.

Gao Xinhua settled into the tatami, which had been modified so he could stretch his long legs comfortably.

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