Zhu Sunzhang hung up the phone and burst into laughter, feeling immensely satisfied. "Go ahead, brag in front of me, keep bragging," he thought. Now he had busted his own boastful bubble. His main hospital was always superior to their Third Hospital. They just needed to send someone over to learn the technology quietly, without making any noise; mastering the technology was all that mattered. There was no need for all this drama, but now look what happened—they had embarrassed themselves. Served them right.
Right now, Director Zhu was feeling incredibly smug. From now on, he'd have every excuse to stomp that shameless old fool under his heel. The man wanted to make others miserable, but he ended up making a complete fool of himself instead.
And indeed, it was quite satisfying.
If anyone could perfectly embody taking joy in another's misery, Director Zhu was second to none. If he claimed the second spot, there simply wouldn't be a contender for first in this world.