"Mr. Wang, that guy was so rude to you just now. You’re being way too lenient."
Yan Feifan complained, then grumbled in a low voice, "He was looking for me, asking for my help."
"This isn’t cosmetic surgery. How could you overstep your authority and accept on my behalf? My schedule is very tight."
Wang Chuan rolled his eyes at him, downed the red wine in his glass, and said, "When you receive that man’s email, if you’re interested, take a look. If not, don’t."
"Then just reply that you’re unable to help, and the problem is solved."
"Mr. Wang, isn’t that deception?" Yan Feifan asked, surprised.
Wang Chuan said in a serious, heartfelt tone, "Feifan, this isn’t deception. This is called being flexible."
"Some of the vicious medical disputes that have broken out in recent years are primarily caused by the extreme actions of patients or their families, but they are also closely related to many other factors: misdiagnosis, improper conduct by the hospital or doctors, poor communication, misunderstandings, and even a doctor’s bad attitude."
He looked at Yan Feifan and asked, "Suppose you’re a patient. You go to a doctor for help, and they impatiently tell you they have no time, or that they’re tired, and just send you away."
"Would you be happy about that?"
Without waiting for a response, Wang Chuan continued, "But what if the doctor carefully reviews your medical records before regretfully telling you, ’I’m sorry, but your condition is beyond my capabilities’?"
"Between those two doctors, who would you have a better impression of?"
Wang Chuan chuckled. "I know you have real skills, so you don’t have to care about others’ opinions and evaluations."
"The problem is, this is a complex society."
Wang Chuan said with a solemn expression, "The more famous you are, the higher your position, the more attention you will receive."
"And at the same time, you will have more enemies..."
"Enemies?" Yan Feifan didn’t quite understand.
Wang Chuan patiently explained, "Feifan, don’t think that just because you are wholeheartedly dedicated to saving lives, you won’t have enemies."
"A major award? You took it."
"Limited research funding? You successfully applied for it."
"Feifan, resources are limited. The higher you go, the fewer the opportunities. Your rise will inevitably take resources and opportunities from others."
"Don’t think that everyone else will calmly accept all this. Just a few days ago, didn’t someone come to fight for your office?"
"What’s more, some people are so twisted that they simply don’t want to see you succeed and will try to cause trouble for you for no other reason..."
Yan Feifan said, feigning trepidation, "Mr. Wang, what you’re saying is terrifying. It makes me feel like I’m seeing enemies everywhere!"
Wang Chuan said seriously, "Feifan, I’m not deliberately trying to scare you. This is the price of fame."
"You will unknowingly make a group of enemies."
"So, in the future, try to be more tactful and flexible in how you handle things. Just like what happened now. A little flexibility can avoid a lot of trouble. The less trouble, the better."
Yan Feifan understood that Mr. Wang was sincerely trying to teach him.
He adjusted his attitude and said, "Mr. Wang, thank you for your guidance. I’ll pay more attention in the future..."
Wang Chuan could tell Yan Feifan was being a bit dismissive. ’It’ll take time to change this proud guy,’ he thought.
"There’s still another artist we had an appointment with. Let’s go see if he’s here..."
PS.
Thank you to reader "「晴空·翼」" for the generous support!
Please subscribe, leave a monthly vote, and recommend the story!