"My dear, what should I do with you?" Zhu Tong was weighing the current situation in his mind.
This is a room on the tenth floor of Wanghai Hospital, located next to Aromatherapy Room No. 1. It was originally a place for pharmacists to communicate, learn, and discuss with each other. Now it has been requisitioned by the police as a place for ten people including Zhu Tong and Zhou Xing.
The office of the medical team.
For more than a year, Wanghai Hospital has designed and built dozens of aromatherapy rooms for wealthy families or high-end clubs in Shanghai and even some surrounding cities. The construction part is handled by Qu Laoyi's people, and the design and post-service services are led by Zhu Hu.
People and horses are in charge; it can be regarded as a very profitable independent business.
There are twenty-seven aromatherapy rooms that have been completed, and specialized technicians are needed for dispensing and changing dressings and specific operations. Therefore, Cheng Hu’s staff are all students who graduated from traditional Chinese medicine colleges in various places. If they cannot enter the hospital, their employment prospects are very poor.
Wonderful.
Although he has a foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, becoming a qualified aromatherapy technician requires training and mastering some things that cannot be found in books. This is where Cheng Hu trained them.
Except for Zhu Tong and Zhou Xing, all the top medical experts in Shanghai are sitting in this room. Looking at the laboratory reports and information in their hands, they all seem to be at a loss.
Zhu Tong glanced at Fan Xilin. He had just finished speaking with several leaders and was about to leave.
Ten minutes ago, at the moment when Fan Xilin said, "Find the person who secretly sent out those things for Wang Wenyuan," Zhu Tong felt Fan Xilin's murderous intention towards Wang Wenyuan, although the murderous intention was only momentary and very faint; he was still attracted by Zhu Tong
Caught it sharply.
Who is sending those things for Wang Wenyuan? It is not a secret to Zhu Tong. There is only one person in Shanghai who can help Wang Wenyuan, and that is Li Songhan who has been hanging around Wanghai Hospital.
If Wanghai Hospital hadn't been so busy recently, and Zhu Tong couldn't recruit Li Songhan to meet him without hiding it from many informants, those things might not have been sent out, and the pressure he was under now could be reduced by more than half.
The officials left, and the experts began to meet. A doctor studying in the United States was appointed as the leader of the emergency team. His surname is Xu, and he is the vice president of another tertiary hospital. He is politically reliable and can be regarded as an expert in business.
The safest choice under current circumstances.
As the owner of this place, Zhu Tong was appointed as the deputy team leader. This means that, at least before Wang Wenyuan's misfortune, the suspicion on Zhu Tong was raised.
Dr. Xu immediately led the emergency team into the aromatherapy room to consult Wang Wenyuan.
Fortunately, the Aromatherapy Room No. 1 of Wanghai Hospital was used as a model. The design standard is relatively high and the internal space is relatively large. It is not a big problem to accommodate a dozen people. Three or five more people will be fine.
It is now 8:40, Wang Wenyuan has been here for nine hours, and the weird green color below his chest has faded slightly; but that is not a sign of improvement.
The No. 3 aromatherapy formula is a popular detoxification formula. Popular means that it is relatively mild, and the side effects are within the acceptable range of ordinary people. In these nine hours, Wang Wenyuan was given more than a dozen bottles of liquid, and at the same time, he was exposed to the high temperature environment of the aromatherapy room and
A lot of sweat is produced under the action of formula No. 3; some toxins will be excreted out of the body with the sweat.
There was no one from Wanghai Hospital inside or outside the aromatherapy room. The nurse was from the police, and two groups of police officers were guarding the area.
Dr. Xu ordered the nurse beside Wang Wenyuan to collect blood and body fluids to prepare for the next step of more detailed testing.
A group of people gathered around the naked Wang Wenyuan and pointed, each of them started working methodically using their own method.
Zhu Tong and Zhou Xing are both Chinese medicine practitioners. Zhou Xing only stepped forward to take his pulse and then exited the aromatherapy room.
Zhu Tong persisted a little longer. He implanted a purple butterfly into Wang Wenyuan's body to protect his heart, at least to ensure that his life would not be in danger within a week. Zhu Tong also did not find a suitable way to remove this toxin.
.
If Wang Wenyuan was just an ordinary patient and had enough wealth, Zhu Tong might choose to spend his cultivation to try the Zhu Men Shu Zi.
An hour later, the emergency team's first consultation had preliminary results.
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. According to experts' suggestions, determining the nature of the toxins in Wang Wenyuan's body requires a series of pharmacological tests and inspections, which will take three days or more.
Zhu Tong and Zhou Xing returned to the office on the 12th floor. Su Juan, Wu Zhanming, and Xia Jie were already waiting here.
Today, the front door of Wanghai Hospital is still busy, but no patient is allowed in. There are four police cars and a dozen police officers guarding the gate, and all the departments downstairs are idle.
"What are you looking at me for?" Zhu Tong took off his white coat and sat down behind the executive desk; "There is nothing wrong with letting the doctors take a break. They will be very busy in the afternoon, or tomorrow at the latest."
None of them spoke, and still looked at Zhu Tong.
"Don't worry about me;" Zhu Tong took out Huaxia's documents and handed them to them to see; "You are all shareholders of Wanghai Hospital, and Huaxia is the major shareholder."
In the document, it was determined that Wu Zhanming and Xia Jie each owned 7% of Wanghai Hospital's shares, Su Juan's shares were smaller, 5%, and Ma Ba and Zhou Xing each owned 1%.
Previously, Wu Zhanming and Xia Jie owned 10% of the shares, but they were not dissatisfied. Most of the investment in Wanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Institute and Blessing Villa came from Jinshi Investment, which was all Zhu Tong's money.
Zhu Tong just transferred the shares belonging to Jinshi Investment to China Asset Management.
"Dean, are you leaving?" Zhou Xing was the first to ask.
"Mr. Zhou, it is an honor for Wanghai Hospital and I to invite you and Mr. Ma to join us. I hope that you two can cooperate sincerely with Dean Wu, Dean Xia, and Sister Su in the future. There are clear terms in the document, and Huaxia can
Intervene in Wanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Institute and Blessing Villa at the appropriate time and organize some research and exchange activities. You have no right to interfere with the operation and management of Wanghai Hospital at any time. From now on, your most important thing is to serve those old gentlemen well and try your best to
They spend more money there. Don't worry about money. With the current situation, the hospital will not have financial problems in five years. You have enough funds to do their work. But there is not much time left for you and them.
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"Are you really going to leave?" Su Juan was anxious.
Zhu Tong left, what should Ye'er do? She received a call in the morning and Ye'er went to Kaifeng inexplicably. She felt very bad at that time, and it is even worse now.
"Maybe I'll go, maybe I won't go." Zhu Tong smiled and asked her to sit down; "Of course it's fine if you don't go. We have been working together for more than a year and I have learned a lot from you. I want to especially thank Brother Wu, you
He is the best friend I met in Shanghai."
Having said this, Zhu Tong stood up and bowed to Wu Zhanming.
Wu Zhanming quickly avoided it and said: "What kind of words are these? I am lucky to meet you."
"From now on, Brother Wu will be the director of Wanghai Hospital. Please be more careful and make Wanghai Hospital better." Zhu Tong bowed and sat down, handing Wu Zhanming a letter of appointment; "I am only responsible for
This clinic."
"What happened?" Ma Ba barged in. He had been taking care of several patients in the ward and had just received the notice.
"The dean is leaving." Zhou Xing said to him.
"It's really fucked up." Ma Ba roared angrily; "The dean is gone, and I won't do it anymore."
"You are a doctor." Zhu Tong frowned and said, "Brother Ma, it's not certain whether I can leave. Even if I leave, I have to wait until my patient is stable. We are all doctors, and it is our responsibility to be responsible for our patients.
You and Mr. Zhou are in charge of the VIP ward, and every patient there must not be neglected."
There are not many patients in Zhu Tong anymore, and there are still five people living in the ward. Three of them spent a lot of money, and two belong to charity projects that subsidize "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang."
Not only the patients in the VIP ward should not be neglected, but also those idle clouds and wild cranes should not be offended. Ma Ba knew the seriousness, but he still couldn't accept Zhu Tong leaving. Unlike Zhou Xing, "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" can be regarded as his backbone, not only in his medical skills
In his eyes, there seems to be nothing in Shanghai that Zhu Tong cannot do.
He thought, if such a powerful person is leaving, won't Wanghai Hospital be finished?
Xia Jie asked calmly: "Dean, are you coming back?"
"I will, I promise you." Zhu Tong nodded seriously.
"How long?" Ma Ba asked.
"It could be as fast as two years, or as slowly as not more than five years." Ma Ba barged in without closing the door. Zhu Tong saw a figure moving in front of the door and said, "Everyone, go to work, I have guests."
Before he finished speaking, two police officers walked in.
Several people looked at each other and had to get up and leave.
At the end, Su Juan glanced at Zhu Tong worriedly and closed the door gently.
"You two, let's drink tea... I only have tea and wine here." Zhu Tong stood up and said with a smile.
"You're welcome, Dean Li. We're just here to check some issues." The older police officer showed his police ID and sat down opposite Zhu Tong.
"I will definitely cooperate."
"Police Officer Wang was attacked at around 11pm last night. We need to know Director Li's schedule for August 16th."
"Why?"
"Because Officer Wang was sending flowers to your girlfriend when he was attacked."
"This is a very good reason." Zhu Tong touched his chin and nodded, tore off the first piece of paper on the desk calendar and handed it over, saying, "This is the schedule my secretary arranged for me. Yesterday... I don't think I had it.
Free time.”
"Thank you, Dean Li, for your cooperation. I have another question. Can we meet your secretary?" The older police officer handed the note to his assistant and asked again.
"I'm afraid it's a little troublesome. Miss Siraya will be on leave starting today. She is a foreigner. If you want to see her, I'm afraid you have to complete some legal procedures."
"We just want to know where is she now?"
"You have already obtained my itinerary information. I'm sorry, but can I know the true identities of the two of you?" Zhu Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his face and said unhappily.
"Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" can be regarded as a public figure. Yesterday's schedule was very full. No one with any brain would think that he would be the person who attacked Wang Wenyuan.
What was the plan in these two police officers' minds as they held onto Silea?
"8.16 Task Force." The younger police officer spoke for the first time; "Officer Wang is my junior brother, and Officer Su is my senior sister."