The discussion in the meeting room intensified with each passing moment, and the expression of the Department of Infection Control's director similarly grew bitter.
Today may be the day that he felt that his sense of existence was the greatest in the past year. But the worst thing about being in the Department of Infection Control was that whenever its members had a sense of existence, the heavens will then make them bear countless blames.
Moreover, these marks were not easily washable.
If there was an outbreak of MRSA in the hospital, he could provide countless explanations, but at the end of the day, explanations were just explanations, and he would still need to bear the blame.
What was worse was that the Department of Infection Control had neither money nor power.