"Haha, Director Li, I'm sorry to bother you so late."
In the head nurse's office of the Senior Cadre Ward of Ocean Hospital, Zhu Tong once again held Mr. Tian's hand, Tian Xuyang's, which was an easy-going and powerful hand; Zhu Tong once again looked at the man in front of him, he was very approachable and could even
He said he was sincere, with a habitual smile on his lips, modest and free-spirited, without any intrusion or mockery.
Zhu Tong knows that maintaining this "habitual smile" is not easy and requires calmness and confidence to support it; at least, he can't do it now.
"It's nothing. Although I'm not a full-time doctor, before Mr. Ikeda and Huang Hai recover, it's still appropriate to come and check on them at night. Brother Tian, do you have anything to do with me?"
Zhu Tong was socializing with Tian Xuyang and looked towards Nurse Xia: "What's wrong with Mr. Ikeda?" She said on the phone that Mr. Ikeda was feeling a little uncomfortable.
Nurse Xia shook her head, smiled sweetly, opened the door and went out.
"I'm sorry, that's what I meant. Sister Xia is afraid that you won't come. There is a patient I want to consult with Director Li. Do you mind?"
When there were only two people left in the room, Tian Xuyang threw out a thick medical record: "Based on Director Li's experience, how long can this person live?"
"Brother Tian, you're welcome. From now on, you can call me Xiao Li. You can also call me by my first name."
Zhu Tong looked through the medical records. There was no name on this medical record, but it must be Zhao Yongbing's. It was obviously more detailed than the one at the nurse's station downstairs, with all kinds of examination data and pictures. The problem was that the little liar couldn't understand these things at all.
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"A week, maybe? We Chinese medicine practitioners need to see patients, so these are of little use." Zhu Tong put down the medical records and looked directly into Tian Xuyang's eyes: "Is it Zhao Yongbing?"
"Yes, it's Zhao Yongbing. What kind of injury is he? Li...oh, can Li Xiang see it?"
"Internal injuries, just looking at the medical records, it should be a miracle that he survives to this day."
"Internal injuries?" Tian Xuyang pondered, with the smile still on his lips; "Li Xiang, can you explain it in more detail?"
"Brother Tian, do you like reading?" Zhu Tong pointed to the medical record and said: "There is a kind of injury that is not visible on the outside at the beginning. It hurts the meridians, deep bones and internal organs. The longer it goes, the more troublesome it will be to treat it.
Zhao Yongbing has offended a master, and they want his life."
"Master? How strange; haha, is there really such a person in this world? I won't go into details. I want to know, is there any way you can save his life?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just a Chinese medicine practitioner. There's nothing I can do for such a patient."
Zhu Tong politely refused to treat Zhao Yongbing. This should be expected by Tian Xuyang. Just one day ago, he asked Zhu Tong to stay away from Zhao Yongbing. What the little liar wants most now is to enter Zhao Yongbing's ward, but not at this moment.
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"As long as he survives, someone will offer him 100,000 yuan."
"Sorry, I really can't help it." Zhu Tong stood up and stretched out his hand: "The money is a lot, but I don't have the ability to earn it."
Tian Xuyang did not force it, and shook Yu Zhutong's hand and said: "Think about it, it's just a suggestion; I know Mr. Huang doesn't like Zhao Yongbing, but I just want to ask Dr. Li Xiang for a favor this time; I'll contact you later."
"Okay, I'll go see Mr. Ikeda."
Zhu Tong left the room and went to Kazuo Ikeda's place; poor Ikeda's body was covered with wires and his wrists were still infused with fluids. In fact, he could already be discharged from the hospital. The only value of these things was that Ikeda or others would spend a day
You have to pay a lot of money for this.
Half an hour later, Zhu Tong sat on Huang Hai's bedside and recounted what had just happened.
Huang Hai probably hadn't realized his own value in the hearts of others, so he finished listening and said with a smile: "If you have money, don't make money? Let me say, just knock them when they need to. Hey, it's easier for you doctors to make money.
In order for you and Ye'er to live a good life, it's okay to earn more money."
"Don't say that. I'm really not sure. He was injured too badly."
Do you dare to earn such money? The little liar despised Huang Hai in his heart, and also laughed at his own timidity; Zhu Tong really did not dare to express himself anymore, but he did not expect that in the real world, dog-skin plaster could have such a great effect
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If he is willing, Huang Hai can be discharged from the hospital. After Kazuo Ikeda's experiment with the modified dog skin plaster, Zhu Tong summed up the three flavors: Although it is strong and violent, as long as the body is strong enough to withstand such a separation,
It is indeed a good medicine for treating bone injuries and internal injuries.
Huang Hai was not a cultivator, so it would not be a big problem for the essence and blood all over his body to be gathered in the injured area. The injured vitality only needed to be restored for a period of time. For those who practiced internal strength, such a strong accumulation might cause irreversible damage.
"Kekeke!kekeke!" A soft knock on the door came. Zhu Tong and Huang Hai looked at each other and stood up to open the door. Huang Hai might not know, but the little liar had an estimate. It must be Tian who came to visit at this time.
Xu Yang.
Sure enough, it was Mr. Tian who was standing in front of the door. It was rare that he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"Excuse me, if Officer Huang is not asleep yet, I want to..."
"Please come in." Zhu Tong stepped forward to let him in, but his eyes were fixed on the bouquet of flowers. At this moment, he had the urge to devour the flowers again.
"You guys chat, I'll go out and take a look." After introducing each other, Mr. Tian looked at Zhu Tong with a smile.
The little liar knew that he should avoid it now, but was Huang Hai a match for Tian Xuyang?
As soon as the cold wind blows in the garden, Zhu Tong feels comfortable all over. After staying in an air-conditioned room for a long time, as a Jianghu person who cultivates internal strength, he will feel depressed.
The lights in the room of 2012 were still on. Zhu Tong walked to the place where the things were hidden, stretched out his hand, and his heart was filled with sunshine. It was gone. The things that were hidden there just now were gone.
The garden was not big, and there was a streetlight more than ten meters away. Zhu Tong looked around warily, but there was no one in sight.
Zhu Tong prides himself on being extremely careful and striving for perfection in everything he does. He still has to do the scenes that need to be done and the cutscenes that need to be done.
At this moment, someone must be paying attention to him nearby, but he just can't find any trace of him; there are only two things that can hide him, one is a monitor, and the other is a master of martial arts.
There were no monitors around. Zhu Tong had already checked this. Even if a master came and went, he would not leave any traces.
Zhu Tong turned on the miniature flashlight, crawled on the grass, and checked every blade of grass within ten meters, pretending to be looking for clues.
Ten meters away, in the grass on the roadside, Zhu Tong found a plastic bag. His belongings were gone, and there was only a small whitebait in it.
Jiang Xiaoyu came and swallowed the bait.
Suddenly, there was a slight whistling sound above the head. The Butterfly God first sensed danger and tilted its tentacles upward to the right; Zhu Tong and Zhu Tong rolled into the bushes.
"Puff! Puff!" Two sounds, and two sharp water thorns were nailed to the place where he used to be.
Upstairs, in ward 2012, a middle-aged man pushed open the glass window, threw out a bug, and picked up the small black bag on the window sill. He looked at the garden downstairs and thought for a long time before closing the window and drawing the curtains.
In the early morning, Zhu Tong walked into Huang Hai's ward again. Not surprisingly, Huang Hai also asked him to see Zhao Yongbing.
"Just try your best. You need money to buy a house. Mr. Tian is the major shareholder of two real estate companies. It is better to have many friends than many enemies."
"Master Huang, aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?" Huang Hai asked doubtfully.
"Nothing, I'll go right away."
Zhu Tong went out and walked to Ward 2012. Mr. Tian was really powerful. Although he didn’t know what he said to Huang Hai, it took more than just eloquence and skill to get Huang Hai to come forward and ask him to treat Zhao Yongbing.
There were only two bodyguards in the room, and Zhao Yongbing's condition was very bad. Zhu Tong, with the cooperation of two nurses, conducted a comprehensive examination on him; last night, he suffered a lot of torture, and now he is in a deep coma.
He couldn't die now, so Zhu Tong took out a silver needle and pricked Zhao Yongbing's chest, opening up his two meridians and trying to stimulate the vitality deep in his internal organs.
Finally, a pair of dog skin plasters were applied and silver needles were used to seal his mute points.
"This can only last a few days, so just use whatever medicine you need."
Zhao Yongbing's breathing stabilized. His most serious injuries were the comminuted fracture of his sternum, severe congestion of the diaphragm and alveoli, and multiple damage to his right lung. If he didn't have surgery immediately, let alone talk, he might die at any time; Zhu Tong
The dog-skin plaster, at most, could only prevent his injury from getting worse.
When the Butterfly God was needed to release the poisonous insects, as usual, there was no response; Zhu Tong didn't even sneeze when he was next to Zhao Yongbing, he didn't even have the urge to cough slightly.
In the morning, Zhu Tong returned to his office, and Zhou Dong was packing his things outside; the butterfly on him was very mature and chubby.
"Zhou Dong, come in." Zhu Tong suddenly thought of a possibility; after calling Zhou Dong in, he said to Miss Chen: "Director Chen, please step aside; Xiao Zhou is leaving here soon; I want to give him a few more injections.
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"Yes, thank you, director, and thank you, deputy director Chen." Zhou Dong stood in the middle with a smile on his face, his eyes still rolling around Chen Yiyi.
She is not wearing professional attire today. She has a camel-colored windbreaker hanging behind the door. She wears a sexy low-cut woolen sweater on her upper body, and a green jade Buddha ornament is slightly exposed on her delicate breast groove. She wears a silk scarf around her neck and a high-cut skirt.
High-quality jeans make your slim figure even more attractive.
Chen Yiyi was very disgusted with him, so she politely closed the door and left.
Zhu Tong asked Zhou Dong to lie on the sofa. During this period, the fat on his body seemed to be recovering, and Zhou Dong was indeed very nervous.
"Damn it, it's all the fault of the two of you for letting me drive in the convoy. Yiyi, this little girl is so beautiful. It's not a waste of time to have sex with her once. It's a pity that all beauties are ruined by dogs; just Li
What a ghostly director! Alas, with the support of the dean, it’s not a piece of cake to be a little secretary. Those small waists and white legs must be very comfortable to press on! A little girl can serve two people by herself..."
Zhou Dong was thinking wildly, his eyebrows were numb, he felt that the needle was very heavy this time, and he no longer knew what he was thinking.
Little did he know that all the dirty thoughts he had in his mind were reflected in Zhu Tong's mind by the Butterfly God.
An hour later, Zhou Dongcai woke up leisurely, his head was numb, especially the Yintang area, which was unspeakably sore.
"Okay, Xiao Zhou will go and take a nap, and he will be fine in the afternoon."
Zhou Dong nodded dazedly, got dressed and left without saying a word.
Zhu Tong was spinning the divine amber in his hand, and inside, there was a fat, white moth.
"Okay?" Chen Yiyi walked in.
"Okay." This was the first thing Chen Yiyi said to him today. She was still angry about what happened last night.
"Director Li, this acupuncture method of yours...I mean, can your acupuncture method for weight loss be transferred?"
"cannot."
"Stingy guy." Chen Yiyi glanced at him, and the anger in her eyes disappeared: "One million."
"If you say no, you can't."
"Two million, I'm not kidding." Chen Yiyi took two steps closer: "A friend has opened a weight loss center in Pudong. As long as you agree to work part-time..."
"This does not seem to match the status of the deputy director. I am the director of Ocean Hospital, and you are my subordinate." Zhu Tong had a mocking look in his eyes: "For the time being, I am not short of money."
"What does the director lack?" Chen Yiyi stopped her chest, with a sarcastic look on her face. At this moment, Zhu Tong's eyes seemed to be fixed on her breast groove.
"Haha, there are a lot of things missing, for example..."
"What?"
"Deputy Director Chen, I have to go to the ward, so I ask you to worry about this. By the way, your clothes are not suitable for this office. I have seen beauties wearing clothes worth more than ten thousand yuan and priceless jewelry;
They don’t have to work.”
Chen Yiyi stared blankly at Director Li as he walked out, and angrily tore off the expensive jadeite from his chest and threw it to the ground.