An old man wearing a white coat, gray hair, and glasses walked in.
Director Jiang stood up quickly and said: "Dean An, this is the patient, who was introduced by Secretary Ma."
Dean An glanced at Xue Mei and said nonchalantly: "What's her problem? Where's the case?"
"The patient is here. This patient has heart necrosis and needs surgery to change the heart..." Director Jiang said, bringing the medical record to Dean An.
Xiaoru ignored Aunt Li's eyes, walked forward quickly, and said loudly: "Hello, director, my aunt is also a patient. I want to complain. We were obviously the ones who came first, and the condition is even more serious. Director Jiang also told
We don’t have hospital beds anymore, but these few people who come after us have hospital beds. This is favoritism.”
"Xiaoru, stop talking." Aunt Li quickly pulled Xiaoru and said nervously.
Dean An frowned slightly, glared at Director Jiang, and said, "What's going on?"
Director Jiang said with a grimace: "Dean An, there's nothing I can do about it. It was Secretary Ma who called. We have to have patients arranged by him even if we don't have a ward."
Dean An took a deep breath, looked at Xiaoru and said slowly: "Don't be anxious, I will handle this matter, and I will definitely let you stay in the upper hospital."
"Dean An, we really have no place." Director Jiang said with an aggrieved look.
"It's crowded. Give me a seat if you don't have one. Now there are so many conflicts between doctors and patients. Is this how you deal with the problem?" Dean An glared at Director Jiang fiercely and said, and then read the report seriously.
"Dean An, do you still recognize me?" Chen Zifei suddenly said coldly.
Dean An raised his head and looked at Chen Zifei doubtfully. Xiaoru and others also looked puzzled.
Wu Feng opened his eyes and shouted: "Who are you? Dean An knows you. You really treat yourself like a dish. Get out of here and don't delay my mother's condition here."
"Young man, Dean An is kind enough to give you a hospital bed. Don't push yourself too far." Xue Mei said coldly.
"Boy, don't cause trouble here. If you don't leave, I'll ask the security guards to throw you out." Director Jiang said viciously.
At this moment, Dean An walked up to Chen Zifei with a trembling body, stretched out his hands to shake hands, and said excitedly: "Mr. Chen, it's you. It's all my fault. I didn't notice you just now. Why are you here?"
Director Jiang's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded. What happened? This kid actually knew Dean An, and Dean An's attitude... Director Jiang didn't dare to think about it. He hadn't met him yet.
I have never seen Dean An be so polite, which is almost a bit groveling. Even when Dean An is facing some big shots, he still speaks with his eyes wide open. This is the character of a literary man.
Wu Feng, Aunt Li and others all looked at Chen Zifei blankly, never expecting that such a famous international hospital director would actually have friendship with Chen Zifei.
Chen Zifei stretched out his hand, shook hands with Dean An gently, and said with a smile: "I'm here to see a doctor for an aunt of mine."
Dean An followed the direction of Chen Zifei's finger, glanced at Aunt Li, frowned, and said to Director Jiang: "This patient is very serious, please give me the diagnosis report."
Director Jiang handed over the report in a daze, his heart already pounding, "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, I seem to be in trouble today."
Dean An looked at the report, then at Chen Zifei and Xiaoru, and yelled at Director Jiang: "Is this what you do? There is no bed for such a serious patient? How did I teach you?
Even if there is no room for patients, they must squeeze out a seat and arrange for a high-care unit immediately."
Director Jiang opened his mouth wide and whispered: "There is only one intensive care unit left, and it is reserved for Secretary Ma's patient."
Dean An stared and said, "Don't you understand what I said? Immediately arrange a high-care ward for Mr. Chen. Secretary Ma's people asked her to go to the general ward to get an extra bed."
Director Jiang had no choice but to agree without saying a word, but the Xue Mei family quit.
Wu Feng said loudly: "Dean An, we were introduced by Secretary Ma. Do you need me to call Secretary Ma?"
Xue Mei looked angry and said in a loud voice: "Do you know who we are? My son is the boss of Jinma Real Estate. He has nothing but money. Aren't you just short of money? How much money do you want? I will
If I want you to perform surgery on me, as long as you dare to tell me the number, we can afford it."
Dean An's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly: "Secretary Ma and Secretary Niu have nothing to do with me. Mr. Chen is my savior. I will personally be responsible for the surgery of Mr. Chen's aunt. As for you, who do you want to find?"
Who goes."
After Dean An finished speaking, without looking at Wu Feng and others, he smiled at Chen Zifei and said: "Mr. Chen, I really thank you for being in the United States. If it weren't for you, I would never have come back alive...
..”
Chen Zifei waved his hand and said with a smile: "You're welcome, Dean An, it's all in the past. This Aunt Li is my friend's mother. This surgery depends entirely on you."
"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, you can trust me because you are giving me face. Don't worry, I will do my best. Now I will ask someone to match the heart in the database to see if there is a matching heart." Dean An said seriously.
When Wu Feng saw Dean An being polite to Chen Zifei and treating him coldly, he was so angry that his face twitched and he said angrily: "Okay, I'll call Secretary Ma right now."
After saying that, he walked out, but soon came back. This time Wu Feng's momentum suddenly disappeared, and he stood there awkwardly. It was obvious that Secretary Ma was helpless.
Until she was helped into the high care ward by Chen Zifei and Xiaoru, Aunt Li had not recovered yet. Half an hour ago, there were no hospital beds. After a while, not only were there beds, but they were also in the high care ward, and she was the only one.
He is equipped with dedicated caregivers, independent nurses, and the director himself performs the surgery on himself.
Regardless of the issue of money, Aunt Li, a cleaning aunt, has never enjoyed such treatment. Aunt Li still feels like a dream.
After settling Aunt Li, Chen Zifei and Xiaoru left the ward. Xiaoru opened her mouth several times and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Fei, how do you know the director, although I am not familiar with Beijing International Hospital?"
, but I have seen photos of Dean An before. He is a technical expert and is very authoritative in China."
Chen Zifei smiled and said: "It's actually nothing. When I was abroad before, he happened to be caught by some people when he went abroad, so I rescued him. I didn't expect to meet him this time."
Xiaoru took a deep look at Chen Zifei. Although Chen Zifei spoke lightly, she knew that the situation must be very dangerous and could not be so simple.
Thinking of Aunt Li, Chen Zifei couldn't help but sigh, took out his mobile phone and pressed the orangutan number.