After hearing Lin Bufan's request, Zhu Defu's expression calmed down.

He knew in his heart that only six veteran-level masters could reach an agreement to return to Aijia Electronics Factory, and then more than 300 skilled workers who had left could return.

In addition, Zhu Defu also felt chilly in his heart. Now their six masters and 300 apprentices have signed contracts with Patriot Electronics Factory. If they want to return to Aijia, they will break the contract, and if they break the contract, they will have to pay money.

Zhu Defu told Lin Bufan what was in his heart.

"Hahahaha..." Lin Bufan laughed, patted Zhu Defu on the shoulder and said. "As long as the people on your line are willing to return to Aijia Electronics Factory, it will be fine. As for the other five masters and their disciples, it will be fine."

You don't need to worry anymore."

Zhu Defu looked at the young child in front of him and felt that it was difficult to speak. If he had to say something, it would be like seeing the energetic and majestic Zhang Chongba decades ago.

"Okay Master Zhang, everything is at your disposal."

"I'm not Mr. Zhang, my name is Lin Bufan. If you want a favor, just call me Little Brother Lin."

"No, no, no, how dare I, an old man like me, make a mistake in front of the young master." Zhu Defu quickly lowered his head.

"Although I am a member of the Zhang family on the surface, I feel that everyone is equal. Without you old employees and technicians, the factory is just a decoration. Without a large number of migrant workers to build the city, the city is just a pile of mud.

A tile-roofed house." Lin Bufan was young and old, and his tone was like that of a middle-aged man, which made Zhu Defu secretly feel that this young master was not simple.

After settling Zhu Defu, Lin Bufan and others went to Luliang's hometown without stopping.

As mentioned before, Lu Liang's wife Wang Cuilian is being treated in the county hospital for rectal cancer. But for this malignant tumor, there is no way to operate it in the county hospital. It must be sent to at least a tertiary hospital. The tertiary hospitals are all in big cities and provincial capitals.

, at that time, social security was not universal in cities, let alone rural areas.

Even now, there are still many people in rural areas who do not buy social security.

With social security, a large part of the medical treatment can be reimbursed, but poor Wang Cuilian has no social security and no money.

So she could only stay alive in the county hospital. To put it bluntly, she was waiting to die.

Lu Liang did not want to run away from Aijia Electronics Factory with other old masters. The reason that prompted him to run away with other old masters was money.

Before the expulsion incident occurred, Lu Liang asked Zhou Mao, the director of Aijia Factory, to borrow money to treat his wife's illness. But how could Zhou Mao lend money to Lu Liang?

Lu Liang knelt down at that time and cried, "I have been working at Aijia Electronics Factory for more than 20 years. Is it so difficult to borrow money? I am borrowing money, and you can deduct it from my salary."

Even so, Zhou Mao was still indifferent, because if an employee borrowed more than 10,000 yuan, he had to report it to the head office. As a factory director, he also had to write various reports, investigations, and verifications, which was very troublesome.

Zhou Mao rejected Lu Liang just because of the trouble.

After leaving the Aijia Factory with the other five masters, Lu Liang asked the director of the new owner Patriot Branch to borrow money. The director had more tricks and told Lu Liang to wait, which lasted more than ten days.

Lu Liang was a poor man, his family was full of poor relatives, and his only child also died young due to illness.

The cost of surgery is hundreds of thousands, and the cost of subsequent chemotherapy and radiotherapy is also hundreds of thousands, which adds up to more than 300,000.

In 1998, 300,000 yuan could buy a small apartment in Hangzhou.

Gushan County, Gushan People's Hospital.

Because Wang Cuilian did not have surgery, she needed painkilling injections every day. She was pale and weak, with sunken eyes and chapped lips, as if she was wandering through the gates of hell.

"Head nurse, the patient in bed 20 will not survive if he continues like this." A fat-faced young nurse returned to the nurse's desk and said to the head nurse after giving Wang Cuilian a pain-relieving injection.

The head nurse with a pair of fine eyes was already in her 50s. She had seen too many cases of people dying without money for medical treatment. She calmly picked up the phone and called Wang Cuilian's doctor.

"Dr. Zhou, the 20-bed Wang Cuilian is dying."

"Then let her family members take her back quickly. Don't die here."

Lu Liang soon arrived in Gushan County. As soon as he entered the ward and saw his haggard wife, he burst into tears.

"Cuilian, my poor Cuilian. Wuwuwu..." Lu Liang threw herself beside the hospital bed, holding Wang Cuilian's stiff and dead branch-like hand, and cried loudly.

The patients in the same ward couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw this scene.

Dr. Zhou came in quickly and said coldly: "Hurry up and go through the discharge procedures."

"Doctor, please, please save my wife." Although he knew that the county hospital could do nothing, at this moment, Lu Liang still knelt down and begged.

Dr. Zhou lamented and said: "It's not that I don't want to save her, it's really that the facilities of the county hospital and my own level are not enough to perform your wife's surgery. You'd better send her to Hangcheng Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine as soon as possible. The only one there is The medical level can save your wife."

Lu Liang was in a dilemma. He didn't know that only the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in Jiangnan Province could save his wife, but he was short of money and did not pay the medical fees in advance. The Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital did not accept patients, and it was the best hospital in the province. , how could a good expert doctor take his wife’s turn?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuah Cuilian, I'm useless, I'm useless. I can't save you." Lu Liang hugged his wife Wang Cuilian and sobbed.

Tears fell from his wife Wang Cuilian's eyes. She touched Lu Liang's forehead and said, "Don't blame yourself. It was me who caused you trouble."

"Who's name is Wang Cuilian?"

Several people wearing yellow emergency medical uniforms appeared at the door. Their medical uniforms had the words "Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine" printed on them.

Doctor Zhou and the head nurse were confused.

"Here, my wife's name is Wang Cuilian." Lu Liang shouted.

Several medical personnel immediately came forward and skillfully removed Wang Cuilian from the hospital bed, and then laid her flat on the mobile hospital bed.

Dr. Zhou held down one of the medical staff and asked, "Are you from the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"Well, let's take Wang Cuilian."

"What are you taking her for?"

The medical staff looked at Dr. Zhou with disdain and said, "Save her."

"She hasn't gone through the discharge procedures yet, and I haven't written a discharge summary yet," Dr. Zhou shouted.

"Is it more important to save people or discharge procedures? Your summary is more important?" After saying this, the rescue staff shook off Dr. Zhou's hand. Several people urgently pushed Wang Cuilian downstairs.

Lu Liang followed closely.

Soon we arrived at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Wang Cuilian quickly entered the emergency observation room and had a joint consultation with several directors from the Department of Internal Medicine, Surgery, Radiology, and Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Lu Liang, who didn't understand why, saw doctors entering the consultation room one after another and became anxious.

Can my wife be saved?

In addition, he was also very confused as to why the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine transferred his wife? Could it be that my wife’s disease is a special case and has research value?

Lu Liang looked into the consultation room through the crack in the door and saw the doctors discussing something. He felt a little panicked.

Are you going to experiment on my wife?

He grabbed a resident doctor who was helping the directors and said, "Doctor, are you going to use my wife for medical experiments?"

The resident doctor was confused: "What are you talking about? Several chief doctors inside are trying to save your wife."

"I...I don't have money for medical treatment."

"Oh." In response, the resident doctor hurried into the consultation room.

After giving the green light all the way and doing various examinations, several directors decided on a treatment plan. If the situation was not at its worst yet, we could start with radiotherapy and chemotherapy to shrink the tumor, and then surgery. Even if it couldn't be cured, it could prolong life.

Soon Wang Cuilian's attending doctor came to talk to Lu Liang.

After hearing the treatment plan, Lu Liang knelt down to thank him, and the attending doctor immediately helped him up.

For Lu Liang, only kneeling down to express his gratitude can express his gratitude at this moment.

"These are arranged by the director and have nothing to do with me," the attending doctor said.

Indeed, only the dean can arrange consultations with doctors at the director level of the Department of Medicine, Surgery and Radiology.

"Director?" Lu Liang was confused. Why would the superior director of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine help him?

The attending doctor suddenly looked around a few times, then lowered his voice and asked, "Are you a relative of the dean?"

"No, no, no...how could I be a relative of the dean?"

The attending doctor was a little disappointed. He originally thought that Lu Liang was a poor relative of the dean, and wanted to show off and get closer to the dean. But looking at Lu Liang's appearance, it seemed that he was not lying.

Wang Cuilian was pushed to a single ward, which was equivalent to a VIP. The single ward was right next to the nurse's desk. If there was any problem, the nurse would arrive as soon as possible. This was an incredible treatment at the time.

After being injected with some imported anti-inflammatory drugs, Wang Cuilian's spirits improved much.

After listening to what her husband Lu Liang said, she said, "I'm fine now. You should go to the dean to express your gratitude."

Lu Liang slapped his forehead and said, "I really don't understand the ways of the world. I'll go right away."

Lu Liang bought a few kilograms of apples at the entrance of the hospital. Then he arranged his clothes and asked the hospital staff all the way before arriving at the director's office.

Shen Jianqing, the director of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Lin Bufan had known each other for many years. Lin Bufan asked Shen Jianqing for help, and Shen Jianqing readily agreed.

Entering Shen Jianqing's office, Lu Liang put down the apple and said gratefully: "Dean Shen, thank you, thank you..."

Lu Liang had a lot of things to say, but when he saw Shen Jianqing, he couldn't say anything.

"It has nothing to do with me. It's just a friend who asked me to help you." Shen Jianqing said straightforwardly.

Lu Liang was trapped.

What's going on?

Who is helping me?

"Sit down for a while and I'll call him." Shen Jianqing dialed Lin Bufan's cell phone.

Half an hour later, Lin Bufan walked into the office.

Lu Liang was shocked when he saw Lin Bufan.

Isn't this Zhang Xiuyue's son?
Chapter completed!