"It seems that there are some things that only Li Dayong can explain clearly."
Huang Qingyun murmured softly, then looked at Zhao Lianqiang and asked, "Where is Li Dayong now?"
"have no idea."
Zhao Lianqiang shook his head, "He is a very cautious person. When we met before, he always came to me. Before WeChat appeared, we always called his mobile phone number to contact him. After the WeChat voice call function was launched, he
So I gave up my mobile phone number, and we all communicated using WeChat’s voice call function.”
Zhang Fan had already known about this situation. Although Zhao Lianqiang and Zhang Guihua both called Li Dayong by "phone", they actually referred to the WeChat voice call, because the voice coming out of the receiver while the two were waiting was not blind to the phone call.
The sound is the sound of WeChat voice call call.
If the three parties were in contact by making phone calls, Zhang Fan would have tried every means to obtain Li Dayong's phone number and locate Li Dayong's location. However, it would be difficult for him to locate Li Dayong's location by contacting him through WeChat.
After Zhang Fan thought for a while, he looked at Zhao Lianqiang and asked, "Do you know about the situation of Zhang Guihua's son?"
"Understood, his son is seriously ill, it seems to be a lung disease. According to Li Dayong, his son's lung disease can only be cured with Juyuan Liquid. Otherwise, Zhang Guihua cannot help Li Dayong monitor me."
Zhao Lianqiang replied, "Li Dayong has always said that he is helping Zhang Guihua's son stabilize his condition. How can he stabilize Zhang Guihua's son's condition?
It's the doctors at the hospital who are stable! Now Zhang Guihua's son is in the ICU ward of our county hospital.
I only found out about this situation by chance, but Zhang Guihua didn't know about it yet. I never revealed this matter, nor did I do any harm to Zhang Guihua's son.
Of course, all this is based on the fact that I don’t care about Zhang Guihua’s surveillance and feel guilty about Li Dayong.”
Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "Do you know anything else about Li Dayong?"
"I no longer know."
Zhao Lianqiang shook his head, "Actually, the two of us have only met 20 times over the years, and we usually don't have much contact. In recent years, we have contacted more often, entirely because he wants to get the Yuan Juye at the bottom of the well."
"Then you go in."
Zhang Fan pointed to the small porcelain bottle on the side.
Zhao Lianqiang glanced at the small porcelain vase, then looked at Zhang Fan and asked tentatively: "Master Zhang... Master Zhang, what about my son?"
"If what you just said is true, we will try our best to help you find your son and let you see your son before going to the underworld. Of course, we will try our best to find him, but if you don't provide enough information, we can't find him.
There is nothing you can do about your son."
Zhang Fan said.
"well!"
Zhao Lianqiang's ghost responded twice in succession with a smile on his face, "Thank you two masters, thank you two masters."
"Go in, we have something to do."
Zhang Fan continued to Zhao Lianqiang's ghost.
Zhao Lianqiang's ghost did not hesitate and returned to the small porcelain vase.
Zhang Fan picked up the clothes on the side and stood up.
"Brother Fan, where are you going?"
Huang Qingyun asked with doubts on his face.
"Go to the county hospital to check on the physical condition of Zhang Guihua's son."
Zhang Fan said.
Afterwards, the two of them left the hotel and after half an hour's drive, they arrived at the county hospital.
If you want to enter the ICU ward, you must obtain permission from the hospital, so Zhang Fan went directly to the director's office.
Zhang Fan is also lucky enough that the dean is on duty today.
After knocking on the door and entering the office, the dean, who was somewhat burly, with slicked back hair and a Chinese-character face, glanced at Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun and asked: "You...are you two family members of the patient?"
"Hello, Director Liu, we are not the patient's family members."
Zhang Fan answered, and then said to the dean with a Chinese character face, "This is my work badge."
While talking, Zhang Fanjiang's job badge of the deputy director of Pingshan First Hospital, which he had always carried in his backpack, was handed to Director Liu.
Dean Liu looked at it carefully and said, "Vice Dean?
Zhang Fan?"
The next moment, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Fan excitedly and confirmed: "Are you the director Zhang who has outstanding medical skills and was specially hired by Pingshan No. 1 Hospital?"
Dabei County is also one of the many districts and counties in Pingshan City. This is not the first time he has heard about the name of Zhang Fan, the miracle doctor of Pingshan City No. 1 Hospital.
"Dean Zhang, sit down quickly! Sit down quickly!"
Dean Liu became more and more enthusiastic, pointed to the sofa next to him, and then got water for the two of them.
After the three of them sat down, President Liu asked: "President Zhang, why did you come to our hospital this time?"
"I came here to see the patient in your ICU ward."
Zhang Fan said bluntly.
"You want to save him?"
Dean Liu's eyes lit up.
Zhang Fan nodded.
"Okay, then I will take you to see him right away."
Dean Liu said very happily.
He had heard too many rumors about Zhang Fan's medical skills. It was said that Zhang Fan had the means to bring the dead back to life when Hua Tuo was alive. He wanted to see it today. Did Zhang Fan really have such means, or was he deified?
Of course, he was sure that Zhang Fan had some tricks up his sleeve. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Pingshan City No. 1 Hospital to make Zhang Fan the vice president. If it hadn't been for this idea, he wouldn't have had such respect for Zhang Fan.
It took about seven or eight minutes for the three of them to put on sterile clothes and enter the ICU ward. Lying on the hospital bed was a 30-year-old man, thin and pale. His body was covered with tubes and numerous tubes.
Instruments monitored his vital signs.
The man at this time was resting.
Zhang Fan walked to the bed, looked at the man's face, and then put his hand on the man's pulse.
"If you want to keep him alive, according to ordinary medical methods, you need to perform lung replacement surgery, right?"
Zhang Fan turned back and glanced at Dean Liu.
"Yes! Yes! The lungs must be replaced."
Dean Liu nodded, "However, there has been no suitable donor for such a long time, so the surgery has been put on hold. Even if there is a suitable donor, we cannot guarantee that he will be able to function as normal after the lung replacement."
Live like a human being.
After all, even the smallest error during surgery can cause a series of injuries."
Zhang Fan nodded.
"Dean Liu, can you handle all the instruments here?"
Zhang Fan suddenly asked this sentence.
"Yes, what's wrong?
Dean Zhang?"
Dean Liu asked back.
"Except for the oxygen supply tube, please remove all other tubes and equipment."