After Yang Ping left, Old Han sat alone in his office, pondering silently.
The advancement of the position plan was very smooth. Trauma orthopedics, the first position, had already been taken and entrusted to Tan Boyun, who was doing an excellent job.
The second position, sports medicine, was currently under concentrated attack. By the current development trend, although it wouldn't take off as quickly as trauma orthopedics did, conquering this position is just a matter of time.
Old Han's fingers tapped the desk habitually, rhythmically. The blueprint for the development of orthopedics on the wall was clearly visible.
It seemed that the plan was progressing faster than expected. Surprisingly, the one helping him achieve this was Yang Ping, who had entered the hospital only half a year ago.
This kid! He would definitely foster him well in the future. No, he didn't need fostering. He needed guidance, opportunities, and a platform.