"Do you think dogs can't?" Liu Xiaobi glanced at Zhou Congwen.

Zhou Congwen sighed.

Liu Xiaobie is telling the truth. The money is handed over to trust institutions to hire professional talents to manage it and use complex legal means to restrict it.

If it were in 1992, the money would have increased to about 100 million pounds.

This is still under the premise of the German shepherd's flower and wine.

"The capitalist dogs live better than humans. What reason do you have to not work hard?" Liu Xiaobi asked.

Zhou Congwen suddenly remembered a sentence from Da Liu's novel - one day, the difference between rich and poor will be bigger than that of humans and dogs.

Yes, that German Shepherd clearly confirms Liu's point of view.

"Hey, Zhou Congwen."

"ah?"

"Suddenly, when I got rich, there were more people who were forgetful. Do you know what happened to them?" Liu Xiaobing suddenly became serious and told Zhou Congwen about the principles of life.

Zhou Congwen almost didn't laugh.

This is wherever Liu Xiao didn't think too much about it.

What I am worried about is that I don’t have enough money, not how to spend it. I just buy protective clothing and masks and I am still worried about spending money on my own?

"It requires extremely strong self-control. For example, the boss of Chunxiao Sports Lottery is such a person. You can learn more from others. You can't spend all your money in your life. You just need not waste it and have a stable life."

"What is wave?"

"Eat, drink, gamble, don't understand this."

"I know." Zhou Congwen answered honestly, "Okay, listen to you. By the way, does your investment fund still need money?"

Liu Xiaobie was stunned for a moment.

She pressed the double flash button steadily and parked the car to the side of the road.

"Zhou Congwen, are you serious?"

"Yes, aren't you worried that I'll waste all my money? Then I'll leave it to you to take care of it. It's definitely more than that dog." Zhou Congwen secretly returned the loss he had suffered just now.

Liu Xiaobi seemed to be thinking about something else in his mind, but did not notice what Zhou Congwen said. She frowned slightly and restarted Santana.

The car was driving slowly, just like Liu Xiaobi's thoughts.

...

...

The learning is continuing, and Zhou Congwen is too lazy to participate does not mean that others will not participate.

For example, Dr. Xiao, who is under the same roof as Zhou Congwen, such as Professor Chen, and... Zhang You.

But Zhang You hangs for a while and slips away early.

He had another big thing, and he was always worried, and he was like an ant on a hot pan.

When Zhang You saw Chen Houkun's smug smile for the Nth time, he finally made up his mind.

Zhang You walked very slowly, and he kept hesitating whether to do this. But every time he gave up, his steps did not change, and he walked all the way to the circulatory internal medicine department.

"Director Teng, why are you still here?"

After entering the ward, Zhang You saw Director Teng Fei of the Circulatory Internal Medicine sitting in the doctor's office. There were not many young doctors, only two. They were focused on looking at the blackboard, and a man in a suit was giving a lecture.

"Wait." Director Teng made a gesture, and the man in a suit stopped with a smile on his face.

"Director Zhang, you are..."

"Come to see a friend, Wang Chengfa from the Chest Department of Jianghai Third Hospital, is he hospitalized here, right?" Zhang You asked casually.

"Ha, come to see him."

Teng Fei's enthusiasm scared Zhang You. Who else can come to see Wang Chengfa? Could it be that the things in his heart were known?

Zhang You pretended to be calm, but his heart sounded like a drum beat.

"The patient had a coronary stent surgery on me, and the heart sinus was still after the operation. Fortunately, the young doctor under him took a look and said it was caused by ticagrelor. Well, the experts from the manufacturer's pharmaceutical research team came to tell us about the complications."

Zhang You felt confused. Taking medicine is the key skill of internal medicine doctors. When will it be the turn of surgery to interrogate?

"Ticagrelor has not been launched in China, but I am optimistic about this medicine." Teng Fei explained.

Zhang You suddenly grabbed the point of Teng Fei's words just now - the little doctor from Jianghai Third Hospital?!

A new drug that has not been launched, at least a new drug that has not been launched in China has rare complications in patients, and he can actually solve it...

These fragments of thoughts floated over the sky like snowflakes.

Teng Fei's words made Zhang You determined, and he smiled, "Director Teng, you are busy, I'll go and take a look at Wang Chengfa."

"I'll take you there in Ward No. 5." Teng Fei was quite polite. Although she and Chen Houkun had a closer relationship and had complained about Zhang You recently, Zhang You is the director of a brother department after all, and everyone has to be able to live up to their faces.

"No, you're busy, I'm just looking at my old friends."

Zhang You refused very firmly, and Teng Fei did not force her to ask her young doctor to take Zhang You over, and he continued to listen to experts from the manufacturer's pharmaceutical research group to talk about the complications of ticagrelor.

When I entered the ward, a strange smell came to my nose.

As an old doctor, Zhang You has long been accustomed to all this.

There are three patients in the ward of more than ten square meters, with at least three accompanying guests, and other people who come to visit, which is strange if it is tasteless.

The circulatory internal medicine department is okay, but the taste is not heavy. The most serious one is the corpus neurosurgery, and there are patients with anastomotic fistula after esophageal cancer in their own department...

When Zhang You's brain crashed instantly when he thought of the rich smell of pus.

"Director Zhang?" Wang Chengfa was lying halfway on the bed, reading the newspaper with a glasses. He caught a glimpse of Zhang You walking in. He didn't think that Zhang You was visiting him at all, so he subconsciously greeted him.

"Director Wang, lie down." Zhang You walked to the bed with a smile.

Although he was empty-handed, Zhang You had already given enough face to be able to come "in person", at least that's what he thought.

"Director Zhang, you are..." Wang Chengfa was obviously a little embarrassed. He threw the newspaper to his wife and struggled to sit up.

"Director Wang, have a good rest. I just heard that you are sick and come to see you." Zhang You said gently.

Wang Chengfa was a little confused.

I have only met Director Zhang You and Director Zhang once, and he came to see me?

"We have many patients in the hospital and the living conditions are limited, so we can adapt." Zhang You sat directly on the white wooden bench beside the bed, looking at Wang Chengfa with a smile and asked.

"It's OK, it's OK."

"Why do I find you a single room?"

"No, it's too troublesome to Director Zhang. He is already discharged from the hospital and goes home." Wang Chengfa hurriedly refused.

If this is agreed, it is typical for shamelessness, and Wang Chengfa will never be able to do such a thing.

"How is Director Wang recovering?"

Zhang You chatted with Wang Chengfa for a few minutes, then asked, "The room is too noisy. If Director Wang can move, let's find a secluded place to chat?"

The showman came, and Wang Chengfa suddenly became energetic.
Chapter completed!