"Boss, do you really need to give them time?" Sireya asked naturally with Zhu Tong in his arms.
They were walking in the corridor of the artificial lake leading to the main building of Wanghai Hospital. The night was quiet and the wind was clear and the moon was bright. Outside the corridor was sparkling still water.
Although Zhu Tong did not expect to hug him, he was in a good mood and smiled and said, "Of course not. If they were wrapped tightly, you could make an appointment until a month later. If you know each other..."
"There is another question, boss, I've been working for two weeks, you should understand my value very well." Sireya also smiled and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Smith pays me two thousand dollars a week. I'm nearby
I rented an apartment and cost $1,000 a month.”
"It's really worth the money. Smith gives you 3,000 US dollars, and in the future, you can get 2,000 US dollars a week." Zhu Tong then realized that Sireya was talking to her about her salary.
No wonder he has been too busy recently and really overlooked this problem. He costs 3,000 US dollars a week, and 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a month. Zhu Tong has never spent such a high salary to use people. Although it is a bit expensive,
It's also worth it. After all, she is a professional financial secretary and personal assistant who has been born through a master. She appears with Sireya on some occasions, which can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.
"Thank you, boss, you will soon find that you have made a very wise decision." Sireya happily let her proud breasts press against Zhu Tong's arm and whispered: "After the party ended yesterday, Stephen
The gentleman invited me to drink, and I put a little mosquito on him."
"Little Mosquito?" Zhu Tong's lips were filled with smiles; maybe it was something like a wiretap?
"Yes." Sireya smiled mischievously; "I found that Mr. Stephen met Mr. Finney at three o'clock yesterday, and they talked for twenty minutes. Later, Mr. Lehman got it from Mr. Stephen for $50,000.
A will document.”
"Fenny? Is it..."
"Yes, Finney is the consulate's person, the passionate young man." Sireya said affirmatively; "I have a recording."
"I understand." Zhu Tong suddenly realized; "Silea, you will receive a reward of 10,000 US dollars."
"Thank you, boss." Sireya nodded gracefully instead of showing surprise or pride.
Next, there was no language communication between the two, and the pace gradually slowed down. Sireya knew that the boss needed to think, and silent company was the best choice.
Zhu Tong didn't believe in the authenticity of this will. Tan Qianchi is not a fool, and the person behind him is not a kind person. It is impossible for him to get such a huge amount of wealth and successfully transfer it to the United States.
Afterwards, sign a will with that content.
Yesterday...Tan Qianchi committed suicide at around 1:00 a.m. Finney asked Stephen to meet at three o'clock and handed over the forged will to him. At that time, Finney had already received the news that Tan Qianchi committed suicide... Prepare a
Such legal documents cannot be done in a hurry. Zhu Tong cannot confirm the authenticity of Tan Qianchi's signature on the document, but now, no one will pay attention to the details. The things taken out by the FBI must be high-end products... But, how come they
Knowing that Tan Qianchi was going to commit suicide, and digging a big hole in advance for Zhu Tong to jump? Could it be...
The main building of Wanghai Hospital was close to me. Zhu Tong took out his cell phone, thought about it, and then put it back. He accelerated his pace and walked into the building.
Huang Hai was pacing outside Tan Qianchi's ward door, smoking. He had not had a rest for twenty-four hours, his face was haggard and his eyes were covered with blood.
Zhu Tong and Sireya walked out of the elevator, and he called out Huang Hai from afar.
Huang Hai walked over and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Li is finally here."
"Silea, let me ask Miss Ouyang to have breakfast tomorrow morning." Zhu Tong signaled Silea to go to the nurse's station and pulled Huang Hai into the elevator.
"What do you mean?" Huang Hai asked in confusion.
Zhu Tong held the stop button of the elevator and used the shortest time to tell the situation in Mr. Lehman's villa to the origin of Tan Qianchi's suicide note. Finally, he said: "I can't be sure whether my things and mobile phone are safe, but these situations must be
Pass it to Mr. Wang as soon as possible. This elevator can isolate radio signals."
"You're here to guard me, I'll run." Huang Hai was a little more energetic and immediately pressed the line button.
"You can't go alone." Zhu Tong firmly stopped him and opened the elevator door; "I'll find a way to awaken Tan Qianchi. With me here, no one can hurt him."
"Okay." Huang Hai called out a colleague from the ward, and the two hurriedly left.
In the ward, Zhu Tong asked the nurse on duty to invite Wu Zhanming to face the bed and hold his breath, and cultivate the true energy in his body.
Tan Qianchi is still in a deep coma, and his life is maintained by only a ventilator and a few infusion pipes.
Every time I use Zhumen Shu, I will feel uncomfortable. Zhu Tong hates that feeling of powerlessness. I originally wanted to find a way to awaken Tan Qianchi after the conversation between Lehman and Liao Feng ended. Now, as the opponent advances step by step
, He must take the risk.
In ten minutes, Wu Zhanming came.
Zhu Tong opened his eyes and smiled and said, "Angkor, I'll treat him now. Look for me. If any unexpected situation occurs, please be sure to ensure his life safety."
Wu Zhanming advised: "The patient just had an operation and his physical strength was a little weak. It's midnight now, and his condition is quite stable. Why not wait tomorrow and invite a few more experts..."
He still talked so much nonsense, Zhu Tong couldn't help laughing and said, "I can't wait anymore, I don't have time."
"Okay, I'll go and prepare." Wu Zhanming went to greet people.
Zhu Tong closed his eyes again and waited for another twenty minutes. Wu Zhanming finished the preparations and said, "Let them wait outside, you can stay alone."
Wu Zhanming made arrangements and stood opposite Zhu Tong across the hospital bed. He had long wanted to observe Zhu Tong's mysterious medical skills, but now the opportunity has finally come.
Zhu Tong used a scalpel to gently cut the gauze wrapped around Tan Qianchi's head and body, so that he could accurately identify the acupoints. It was of great importance and he dared not take risks.
Tan Qianchi's head... Zhu Tong complained secretly, skull fracture is really troublesome. To wake him up, you must stimulate several major acupoints on the head. But now, near Yuzhen acupoint is the severely affected area of the fracture. I can't say that if I want to save him, I'll do it.
First, we need to sort out the veins on his head and repair the nearby meridians.
The dragon star hair was repeatedly soaked in alcohol, disinfected, and a faint blue flame was ignited.
Zhu Tong carefully recalled the steps he had planned after repeated consideration and consideration, and said softly to Tan Qianchi: "Life and death are on the brink of death, I hope we have enough luck." Then he took a sip of alcohol.
The dragon star slowly depicted the word "spirit" in the air. Zhu Tong opened his mouth slightly and sprayed out a light blue smoke. It was a mixture of pure true energy and alcohol in his body.
Tan Qianchi's body was too weak. In order to ensure that he could withstand the pain of combing the veins, he was first anesthetized. The first step was the anesthesia technique formulated by Zhu Tong.
An hour passed, and Zhu Tong only had a pair of shorts left.
His clothes were soaked in sweat, so Wu Zhanming had already taken them off for him.
Wu Zhanming is witnessing a miracle that is happening.
All the tubes on Tan Qianchi's body have been removed.
Through the instrument, we can see that Tan Qianchi's various physiological indicators are returning to normal. Wu Zhanming even saw that the rupture of Tan Qianchi's skull seemed to be restored bit by bit by bit by an invisible hand.
"It's amazing." Wu Zhanming exclaimed sincerely; "You should apply for the Nobel Prize."
Zhu Tong shook his head powerlessly: "Where is success, now is the key. Angkor is ready, I will wake him up."
In Wu Zhanming's opinion, Tan Qianchi's condition is already very good, and it is almost certain that there is no life or death problem. Because of intracranial hemorrhage, more than half of patients with cranial and brain damage to this level will become vegetatives. Whether they can wake up depends on luck.
However, he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of disturbing Zhu Tong.
The dragon star hair slowly pierced into the Yintang acupoint between Tan Qianchi's eyebrows, and the phoenix star hair stayed at the Baihui acupoint on the Dingmen for a while, and pierced it in.
The two energy of cold and warm gathered in the purple palace in the middle of Tan Qianchi's brain, creating a vibrant green mist, slowly moving along the newly repaired veins.
The bleeding points in Tan Qianchi's brain are surrounded by green aerosols, smoothed and absorbed; the cells and tissues that are about to necrotize are cultivated and regain their vitality.
When Zhu Tong digests all the abnormalities he can feel, the green aerosol returns to the purple palace; then, the green aerosol dissipates and instantly condenses into two words: holy, heart.
"Open!" Zhu Tong shouted softly, and the dragon and phoenix star popped out of Tan Qianchi's head and fell to the ground.
Zhu Tong's hands were fair and stable, but he couldn't even bear the slightest weight.
"It really depends on luck." Zhu Tong took two steps back and sat in the chair that Wu Zhanming brought.
Writing the two characters Zhumen Shu almost exhausted all his energy. While the dragon and phoenix star popped up, he lost the sense of the two characters.
This is not about helping one's life, but about trying one's life. I believe that no one in the history of Zhumen would have paid such a great price to awaken a patient like Tan Qianchi.
It seems that the effect is pretty good. Although Tan Qianchi's eyes have not been opened yet, the instrument shows that his brain signals are becoming normal. According to Western medicine, theoretically, Tan Qianchi's current data is close to normal.
After the effect has passed, he has a chance of 70% awakening.
From the outside, Tan Qianchi's head was already very round. Of course, Zhu Tong could only put together the broken temporary skull, and a slight vibration may crack again.
"Do we need an orthopedic expert?" Wu Zhanming sought Zhu Tong's opinion. In this case, he was not sure whether fixing nails should be used.
"If you don't let him move, it should be enough to keep it for about half a month. I don't know much about professional issues. Maybe put on plaster?" Zhu Tong said powerlessly.
"But there are wounds." Wu Zhanming scratched his head. The gypsum can be fixed, but it will take at least half a month to seal it. In that case, the wound will be difficult to treat.
"If it doesn't work, tie him up and fix it mechanically."
"In that case, you must close your nerves."
"Ending the nerves... This is a solution. OK, that's it."
The two quickly discussed the follow-up treatment plan.
In Zhu Tong's opinion, it is much easier to close the nerves, so it can be done by sealing his acupoints. However, after half a month, Tan Qianchi's skull was likely to be healed, and his neck was paralyzed due to the long-term sealing of his neck.
...There is no perfect surgery in the world. It is worth paying this price than becoming a fool. I believe that even if Tan Qianchi wakes up, he will agree.
"Drink some water. You sweat at least two thousand CC, which will be fatal." Wu Zhanming brought a glass of water and fed Zhu Tong to drink it.
"I want to drink, I want to drink, white wine." Zhu Tong gasped for a moment and asked.
"Drink, this is the ward... wait," Wu Zhanming quickly walked out of the ward and called the doctor and nurse guarding outside in, and was busy around Tan Qianchi.
Fortunately, after being busy and excited, I could still think of putting on Zhu Tong a white coat.