Since Shiqimen came back to the world, Sipinhonghuo has fallen a little, and Qin Keqiang's reputation has become bigger and bigger.
But Boring just exchanged a few polite words with him and just looked at Zhu Tong.
Qin Keqiang returned to a quiet and taciturn state and only drank half a sip of wine; Zhu Tong didn't care so much and opened another bottle of wine to pour.
"As soon as we said goodbye on the boat, the monk was traveling around Shanghai; suddenly he didn't want to leave. Hehe, every drink and every drop is fate. To have this gathering tonight is an opportunity for the monk to cultivate for three lifetimes." Boring's behavior towards the senior brother.
It seems to be a common thing and there is no explanation.
From the boring monk, Zhu Tong could not see any brilliant skills: "It turns out that the opportunity is the opportunity of the two masters, and it must have nothing to do with us; however, the monk can explain, what is the opportunity?"
Turning the rosary out of boredom: "Buddha said: Five hundred times of looking back in the past life, only one pass by in this life; Thousands of years of care only bring about the spring and autumn of this life. Fate is everywhere. Little autumn water, pulses of Bodhi, flowers bloom like dreams. Flowers.
Holding hands in front of each other, holding each other in the autumn waves, the moon is like a shadow, it is fate."
"Haha." Zhu Tong laughed and patted his belly, with a naughty look on his face: "The monk was joking, if this is true, I must have been very busy in my previous life; how many people are there in Shanghai? How many people do I have to meet every day?
?How many people do I have to pass by? It’s incredible. I have been wandering around with Master since I was three years old. I have met over a million people, if not tens of millions. In my previous life, I would have looked back at least tens of millions of times every day.
.Calculating, there are at least twenty women who have slept with me today. Could it be that I have lived for more than 20,000 years... Du! What a monk, in order to repay so many worries, could you be casting a curse?
Sooner or later I will have to be a duck all my life!"
"Haha!" Qin Keqiang couldn't help but laugh out loud, Zhu Tong's mischief was really interesting.
The boring monk drank the wine from the glass and smiled calmly: "Ten years of crossing, a hundred years of pillow, a thousand years of fate, just like the waxing and waning of the moon, only the heart's fate and not the world's fate, these things cannot be taken seriously. But today's encounter is indeed a chance
, the monk really just came here for a while after seeing the two of you."
"Is there any news about the Snow Monk?" Zhu Tong didn't want to go too far and asked about the Snow Monk. The excitement tonight was caused by him. Many people couldn't sleep. The bored monk probably smelled something, so he came to talk to him.
Right? There must be a connection between boredom or ruthlessness and Jiang Xiaoyu. If he talks too much, he is suspected of being a thief with a guilty conscience.
"Master Kongxue has returned to the Golden Buddha Temple. Master Kongji asked me to bring a message to Senior Brother Zhu. Sorry for disturbing you."
"Excuse me. Where there are charlatans, there are always charlatans. Everyone is messing around and drinking." Zhu Tong poured another glass for Boring and took a sip from the bottle himself: "Master Boring, I have never understood, how can you
Would you use boredom as a dharma name?"
"Nothing, emptiness, chatting, relying on; boredom means having nothing to rely on. In the vast world, all you can rely on is a little coldness in your heart. When the poor monk was fifteen years old, he had a dream. He entered a Buddhist temple. The temple
It is not very large, but the buildings are antique, with lush trees and flowers, and the inside and outside of the courtyard are paved with bluestones. The most bizarre thing is that in the dream, there is a pond in the courtyard, and the bowl of lotus in it is in full bloom, and the fragrance is lingering. I saw two people in draped clothes
The eminent monks in Kasuo are all kind-faced and wise men. There are no Buddha statues in the main hall. There are a gold ingot, a Buddhist scripture, and a green round fan on the incense table, which depicts a stunning beauty wearing tulle. The eminent monk welcomed me in.
I was asked to choose in front of the incense table. I picked up the gold ingot, but turned into a hedgehog; picked up the round fan, but was wrapped by a green poisonous snake. Finally, I picked up the Buddhist scriptures, and my heart felt peaceful. The hedgehog turned into a gold ingot, and the round fan returned to its original shape.
.When the eminent monk knocks on the wooden fish, I wake up from my dream.
"When he was thirty years old, the poor monk saw Master Kongji for the first time and recognized him as the wise monk in his dream. When he entered the Golden Buddha Temple for the first time, he saw half a pond in the courtyard with lotuses in full bloom, and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers.
, then I realized that Buddha flowers are extraordinary flowers, and the dream I had when I was fifteen was not an illusion. Thirty years ago, I went to the east of the river, and thirty years ago, I went to the west of the river. In the blink of an eye, it has been fifteen years, and I really feel emotional."
There was a strange light in Boring's eyes, as if he was remembering everything in the past. Zhu Tong was silent for a moment, and touched Boring's wine glass with the mouth of the wine bottle: "Is the coldness in the monk's heart because of love or something?"
"The passing clouds have long since dispersed." Boring chanted to the Buddha and straightened his expression: "Master Kongji has come east and will arrive in Shanghai soon and will settle in Puxian Temple. Please wish me brother to go there for a while when you have time."
Master Kongji, the leader of the First-Class Golden Buddha, is coming to Shanghai. This is a huge surprise.
Bored, Zhu Tong didn't say anything, and then said: "Master Kongji would like to have a moment with Senior Zhumen."
It turned out that he wanted to see his uncle Zhu Huang, but Boring was here to send a message; Zhu Tongan calmed down and said, "I will tell my uncle about it."
"That's very good. I would like to thank the donor." Monk Boring put his hands together.
"Does the leader of Kongji have any other requests?" Zhu Tong asked what he meant by asking: What is the theme of this meeting and what is going to be said? With Kongji's status, he will not invite senior Zhumen casually, and boredom must at least be conveyed
Describe the general scope of the conversation so that both parties can be mentally prepared.
"The main thing is the matter of Xiaguang Temple, and also the injury of Master Kongxue. Master Kongji wanted to come to ask for advice. But..."
"But, you can't find me, Zhumenshanmen? Haha, I get it. Where there are charlatans, there are always charlatans. Is there any difference between the Xiaguang Temple in your hands and ours?"
Xiaguang Temple in Suzhou is a large temple with the same reputation as Puxian Temple. It is now the territory of Zhumen. The presiding officer is Zhu Chengshu, a disciple of Zhu Tong, whose external name is Huishu. The first-grade Golden Buddha still wants to take over Xiaguang Temple, and it is
Master Kongji came forward in person, even Master Zhu Huang would be scratching his head, right?
Suddenly, Zhu Tong lost interest in drinking: "Brother Qin, we drank, we talked, we met people, it's late at night, let's go back."
Qin Keqiang dropped the banknotes and stood up, leaving the stall with Zhu Tong.
Bored and calm, he sat there sipping wine, saying nothing and making no movement. It seemed that whether they left or not had nothing to do with him.
The mystery of Zhumen is still elusive. No one has ever found the mountain gate of Zhumen. It is said that there is a place there, but Zhu Tong, who is now known as the leader of Zhumen, knows nothing about it.
"Before Monk Boring saw through the mortal world, he was once a trader for a super predator in the domestic stock market. He was censored for more than ten years and was forced to throw himself into the river from the Leshan Giant Buddha. Perhaps it was just a chance that Master Kongji happened to pass by and rescued him. Now, Boring is
The monk is the presiding officer of the Golden Lotus Hall of the First Grade Golden Buddha and is in charge of all the finances of the Golden Buddha Temple and even the First Grade Golden Buddha."
"Brother Qin, you seem to know everything." Zhu Tong was surprised by Qin Keqiang's introduction. He stared at the blue doll hanging in the taxi and said leisurely: "The boring monk doesn't smell like money. He seems to be trapped by love.
Become a monk."
"That's why he can be in charge of the Golden Lotus Hall. The Yipin Golden Buddha used to charge a lot of money for incense, but the expenses were also high. It wasn't until Boring came forward to take charge of the Golden Lotus Hall that he slowly started to get on the right track. Zhu Tong, do you know about the Golden Lotus Fund? That's right.
It was started by a boring monk. Although the Golden Lotus Fund has only been established for two years, it has made gains in both the stock market and the real estate market."
"I don't know." Zhu Tong shook his head. He really didn't know about the Golden Lotus Fund. However, nowadays, Buddhist belief is gradually becoming popular, and the Yipin Golden Buddha earns huge profits every year. With such a person taking care of finances, Master Kongji does have a vision. In comparison,
The second-grade Taoist sect is a little behind. The bamboo Taoist priest doesn't even have his own dojo, and has to rely on Liu Yilan to build the landscape Taoist temple for him.
"How much money does the Golden Lotus Fund have?"
"It is revealed that there are about 200 million. After all, Boring Monk has left the capital market for more than ten years. His previous contacts have been severed and he has no intention of picking up. Mr. Lan said that today's Golden Lotus Fund seems conservative and its portfolio is not big. After all,
What he is planning and how much money he has are still a mystery. Based on Boring's past methods, habits, and methods, he is testing the waters with the Golden Lotus Fund, as if he is planning some big move; his connection with Silver Gun is proof."
"Who is Boring's enemy? Does he want revenge? Does the person who forced Boring to commit suicide fifteen years ago know that he is back?" Zhu Tong likes to watch the excitement, and Boring gives him the impression that he is not a peaceful monk.
Maybe Shanghai Beach will make waves due to its boring comeback.
"Many, many, it was the combined efforts of all parties that pushed him into a desperate situation. For example, Mr. Tian." Qin Keqiang stopped the car and Zijin Haoyuan arrived.
The next day, as soon as Zhu Tong sat down at his desk, Assistant Wu called and informed him to go to the intensive care unit: Zhao Yongbing was critically ill.
Critically ill? Probably dead, right? Zhu Tong was discussing work with Chen Yiyi, so he put down the phone, said hello and left.
Ms. Chen seems to be normal. She is in good spirits and in good condition as usual. Her attitude towards Director Li is also normal.
Zhao Yongbing hadn't completely died yet. Assistant Wu, Wang Shurong and the doctors from the intensive care unit were still carrying out resuscitation. Zhu Tong hurriedly changed his clothes and walked in. When he felt Zhao Yongbing's pulse, he knew that he was hopeless.
According to the director of the critical care department, Zhao Yongbing may have tension pneumothorax in the lungs due to surgical complications. What is more fatal is uremia caused by liver and kidney failure, which can lead to heart failure. Advanced equipment such as ventilators and extracorporeal circulation machines can only
Delay the onset of death.
Zhu Tong walked to Zhao Yongbing's head, pulled out a silver needle and inserted it into his philtrum.
Zhao Yongbing opened his eyes and slowly looked for Zhu Tong's gaze. His eyes were fixed on his face. There was no resentment or ferocity, no hatred, no prayer, only the peace of relief. At this moment, there was no need for the Butterfly God to convey it.
, Zhu Tong can also understand what he is thinking.
"They all know it. They gave me medicine. I know it in my heart. I said it all." Zhao Yongbing conveyed his inner peace with his eyes. The person lying in front of him was just an ordinary patient, not a gangster boss.
Zhu Tong lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Yongbing's ear: "Go with peace of mind, they will get their retribution."
Zhao Yongbing shook his head with difficulty and slowly closed his eyes.
"I have committed many sins in my life and should have died a long time ago. It doesn't matter if I go to hell. The debts must be paid. Master Chuansu said that as long as I put down the butcher knife in my heart and repent wholeheartedly for my past sins, I will be free."
"Chuansu!" That was really a great monk, and he was a great monk who came back from overseas.
No wonder, no wonder, Zhao Yongbing could at least get some false comfort before he died. However, he should know that once the secret is revealed, his life will be over.
Zhao Yongbing sighed. He sincerely regretted his past, the people he had hurt, and everything he had done.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the rescue operations in the intensive care room stopped, and Zhao Yongbing's life came to an end with great difficulty thanks to the efforts of a group of doctors.
Zhao Yongbing's death cannot be said to be a medical accident. There are great risks in performing such a major surgery, but the summary still needs to be carried out.
Zheng Shurong was the most depressed person. This was the first major operation he had participated in. Everything was going well. Zhao Yongbing had already passed the most dangerous stage. He never thought that death would take away his confidence so quickly.
The summary was conducted in the office of the intensive care department. Zhu Tong looked through the cases one after another. He knew in his heart that Zhao Yongbing's death was not accidental, but inevitable; he was killed.
"What drugs can cause renal failure?" Finally, everyone found the main cause of Zhao Yongbing's death, renal failure; Zhu Tong asked Assistant Wu softly.
"Painkillers, he has been using painkillers and narcotics, both of which can cause kidney failure, mainly painkillers. The strange thing is that during the preoperative examination, the patient's kidneys were very healthy. What could happen so quickly?
Kidney failure?”
Assistant Wu is not relaxed either. He is the leader of the treatment team. Although the patient's family raised no objections and the high medical expenses are not a problem, the patient's death is still a heavy psychological pressure for him. In his mind, as long as he pays attention
One thing, all this could have been avoided.
The director of the intensive care department has been shirking responsibility. He is the most talkative and has been emphasizing the factors of surgery.
Zhu Tong couldn't stand listening, and Zheng Shurong's head was almost buried between his legs.
"It's useless to talk about this or that now. I want to see the surveillance video, duty records, and medication records from last night."
"Surveillance video?"
"No? There is surveillance video in the intensive care unit 24 hours a day. You won't say there is no, right?"
Zhu Tong's tone was aggressive, and he knew that the other party would definitely not be able to produce the surveillance video. Although he didn't see what happened here last night, he could roughly estimate who was present.
"There was a problem with the circuit in the monitoring room a few days ago. It's almost Chinese New Year, and the logistics department hasn't sent anyone." A look of panic flashed across Head Nurse Xia's face, and she took out the duty records and medication records; Zhu Tong saw it.
, knowing that she also has a share, then these two things are worthless.
Jiang Xiaoyu should have been discharged from the hospital. Will Nurse Xia still see Jiang Xiaoyu in the future? It is very doubtful.
But, was it Jiang Xiaoyu or Master Tian? Was it her? As the head nurse, it was very convenient for her to inject some medicine into Zhao Yongbing.
"We have to make it clear that we can't put the responsibility on the logistics, let alone a certain person." Assistant Wu spoke. He just understood what Zhu Tong meant. What he has to do now is to cooperate with Director Li in singing a famous song.
White face; extinguish the fire gradually burning towards Zheng Shurong.
"Everything in the operation has hard targets. We all know that if the operation is successful, it is a valuable asset for our ocean hospital; we must also remember that the patient's life and death are at most 50% of the responsibility for the operation, and postoperative care
…….”
At Ocean Hospital, Assistant Wu can be said to be a seasoned veteran, and what he says is well-founded and hard to resist.
The summary ended quickly, and the final case was written by the director of the intensive care department.
Zheng Shurong glanced at Director Li gratefully. His career had just started and he would have a future only if he escaped from this disaster.