With a "clang" and the harsh sound of metal falling to the ground, Su Mingsong rushed over desperately.
"What are you talking about? Doctor Fang Yongfang, have you met him? Where is he now? Can you recommend him to me? I'm willing to pay any amount."
It happened that Ding Xiaoxue was holding her mother's hand, and a middle-aged woman in her forties came in behind her.
When she saw the thin Su Jian, her expression became confused.
What's going on? Why is Su Jian here?
"Mingsong?"
"Xiaoxue, Dr. Song just mentioned Professor Fang Yongfang..." Su Mingsong expressed his impatience to his wife as if he had made a great contribution.
The dean's train of thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the man, and he glanced at Su Mingsong displeasedly.
"Dr. Song, you mean she is Professor Fang's student? I remember she is a boy?"
"Zhongli is her senior brother."
"Oh, really? Why didn't I know about such a big thing?" Dean He's eyes widened in surprise. The hospital wanted to hire Professor Fang, but it couldn't seduce him by offering a sky-high salary.
Occasionally, Fang Yong would come to the hospital to help solve problems, and every time Director He would subsidize him from his own pocket.
Alas, I wish he could recruit one or two apprentices among the doctors in the hospital, but then I thought about it, Song Ze didn't even fall in love with him, let alone others.
He looked at Su Jian eagerly.
"Little girl, what's your name?"
"Su Jian."
"Oh, I am the director of this hospital, my name is He Shiwu." Director He stretched out his hand with a smile and looked at her expectantly.
Su Jian shook hands with him politely.
"Come and sit in my office. Has your teacher come back recently?"
"Dean He?"
The middle-aged lady who invited him to treat her husband was unhappy. What did you mean? She made wedding clothes for others?
They had heard of Fang Yong's name at the National Association Hospital. They heard that he had been fired for offending his superiors.
The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The news here is obviously lagging behind. These people actually treat Fang Yong as their guest? Did she hear it right?
"I invited you here to study my husband's condition."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot about it. Doctor Song, could you tell me how Mr. Zhang's condition is?"
Song Ze briefly reported the patient's current condition.
"What do you mean, we don't need to operate again and just rest?"
Song Ze nodded.
"Dean He, I think we should respect the opinions of our families on the treatment plan, right?
"Mrs. Zhang, please be patient. Dr. Song is a neurosurgery expert. What he says is completely credible. I don't know why you have to perform another craniotomy on your Mr. Zhang. It's really unnecessary."
"Let him lie in bed like a vegetative state for two or three months? Dean He, my old Zhang will not agree. His time is counted in seconds. Now the things waiting for him to deal with are piling up into a mountain. We are delaying
I'm sorry."
"But madam, if you insist on opening your lover's head, his life may be ruined."
Su Jian has been observing the patient's images. In areas that cannot be covered by the CT scan, she can see that the patient has been under high-intensity work pressure for a long time, and his body has long been hollowed out. The glioma removal has severely damaged his vitality, and he cannot withstand the second torture.
"What do you know? How high can Fang Yong's student level be? Besides, you're not even a medical student. Do you have a say here?"
"Mrs. Zhang, Xiao Jian's judgment has always been accurate. I will refer to her opinions."
Not only did Song Ze not give in at all, he also supported Su Jian in public, which surprised Su Mingsong and his wife who were watching the excitement.