After the Frenchman Melo went out, Chu Heng went back to the room with Cong Guangda, who looked at him with gleaming eyes, and other people from the hospital to confirm the regulations for donating equipment, and then opened the office door, letting the anxious people outside the door
Han Yunwen and others came in waiting.
"Chu Heng, what did you say? Why did that foreign devil leave?" As soon as they entered the room, Han Yunwen hurriedly pulled Chu Heng and asked.
"What's going on? I asked the translator's grandson and he ignored me." Cen Hao frowned.
Han Xu and Dou Laodao also cast inquiring glances.
"Hey, it's nothing, don't worry." Chu Heng smiled and patted Han Xu on the shoulder, saying: "He just went to make a phone call. I just discussed with him and asked them to use the equipment directly here.
Come on, we don’t have to go to France.”
"oh oh."
"That's good, it saves you the trouble."
After hearing this, several people immediately felt relieved.
They were also curious about why Mello agreed, but seeing how Chu Heng kicked them out before, they probably wouldn't tell them even if they asked, so they didn't say much.
Only Han Xu looked at Chu Heng suspiciously and couldn't help but ask: "Master Chu, did you spend money again this time?"
"Why do you keep caring about those three melons and two jujubes all day long? Is it interesting?" Chu Heng glared at him impatiently, not even bothering to make excuses. He turned around and ordered Cong Guangda and others: "Mr. Cong,
You guys, please hurry up and take him to get medicine."
"Okay, Mr. Chu."
Cong Guangda and others were also very cooperative with him, the God of Wealth, who casually donated equipment worth more than 100,000 US dollars without blinking an eye.
They immediately stepped forward and took Han Xu out of the office. After personally completing the hospitalization procedures for him, they followed him to a special care unit upstairs. Then the attending physician Yi Zezhi personally operated on Han Xu's eyes.
Several medicines were applied and his eyes were covered with gauze.
In fact, this kind of thing can be done by nurses, but who asked Chu Heng to pay more?
"That's all right, Mr. Han."
In the ward, Yi Zezhi tied the gauze covering Han Xu's eyes and gave careful instructions before leaving the ward with Cong Guangda and others.
"Guys, please go slowly."
"Hey, Mr. Chu, please stay. My office is upstairs. If you need anything, you can come to me directly. If I'm not here, you can also go downstairs to see Dr. Yi."
"Okay, I'm going to trouble you a few people during this time."
"You are polite, as you should be."
After Chu Heng sent them away politely, he wiped himself and returned to the ward. He came to Han Xu, who was blindfolded and sitting on the hospital bed in the form of a blind monk. He discussed with him: "You can rest assured in these days.
You're staying in the hospital, and I asked Cen Hao and A Dong to stay with you here, do you think that's OK?"
"I can do whatever you want. I'll let you decide." Han Xu nodded nervously. He was quite looking forward to it before he came, but now that he was blinded, he became scared.
"That's it, just relax, it'll be fine."
Chu Heng patted his hand to comfort him, then turned to look at A Dong and Cen Hao, and said, "Is there nothing wrong with you two?"
"Not sure." Cen Hao shook his head.
A Dong also said quickly: "I can do it too. Please don't worry, Mr. Chu. I will definitely take good care of Brother Xu."
"Then I'll leave it to you." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, then sat in the room for a while, talked to Han Xu for a while, and then left the hospital with Han Yunwen and Dou Laodao and returned to the hotel.
On the way back, the ninety-year-old old man kept writing and drawing in his little notebook with a pen. He recorded everything he saw and heard in the hospital just now, and also attached his own
view.
Chu Heng and Han Yunwen who were riding with him couldn't help but admire him for his dedication to medical skills. For this reason, they didn't even dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing the old man's train of thought.
After a while, the Mercedes-Benz returned to the hotel.
As soon as the car turned a corner, Chu Heng saw an ambulance parked at the entrance of the hotel, and many people gathered nearby, including two reporters with cameras hanging around their necks.
"Um?"
His brows suddenly furrowed, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He quickly asked the driver to speed up, got out of the car and walked forward to check the situation.
As soon as Chu Heng walked into the crowd, he saw two medical staff carrying a person on a stretcher running towards the door from the lobby, followed by the anxious-looking catering manager Liu Shixian and several hotel employees.
soon.
A group of people came to the door, and he saw clearly the person on the stretcher. He was a thin middle-aged man with blue lips and white hair. He was holding his stomach and wailing in pain.
"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"
"Kaka!"
At the same time, reporters in the crowd quickly picked up their cameras and took snaps of the man on the stretcher.
The expressions of Liu Shixian and others suddenly changed, and they quickly stepped forward to block the two reporters.
"Don't take pictures!"
"Thank you for your cooperation, please don't take pictures!"
As he spoke, Liu Shixian led others forward and reached out to grab the camera.
When the two reporters saw this, they immediately withdrew from the crowd, quickly got into a car not far away and left.
"Damn, you are all dead, why didn't you stop them!" Liu Shixian jumped angrily and yelled at several employees watching the excitement at the door.
"Didi!"
At this moment, the ambulance that had loaded the man into the car sounded its horn several times, dispersed the crowd blocking the car, and quickly drove away from the hotel door.
Chu Heng frowned and glanced at the ambulance going away, then he squeezed in through the crowd with Han Yunwen and Dou Laodao who were following him, and asked Liu Shixian, "What's going on?"
"Mr. Chu."
Seeing him, Liu Shixian suddenly had a bitter look on his face, then looked at the happy people around him, then pulled him into the hotel, and said with a sad face: "The person who was pulled away was a customer from the hotel restaurant, he was eating just now.
At that time, he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, saying that he had a stomachache, and his face became ugly. We quickly called an ambulance, and people from the hospital came and took a look and said it might be... food poisoning."
"What!!"
Chu Heng's heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't care less about pursuing the responsibility for the time being. After hesitating for a moment, he immediately ordered: "Send someone to the hospital immediately to do a good job in the aftermath. And the two reporters just now, find them immediately.
, Suppress the news! In short, I don’t care what the cost is, you must cover this matter up for me! If you can’t do it, you can just drill oil barrels and fill the sea yourself!”
"Okay, Mr. Chu."
Liu Shixian ran away in a panic, preparing to deal with the matter.
"Fucking bunch of losers!"
Chu Heng's face was so dark that he was almost dripping with tears. Catering is also a sign of the Mandarin Hotel. If something goes wrong, it will have a great impact on the hotel's business.
"Xiao Chu, don't worry, let's go to the restaurant to check the situation first." Dou Laodao walked forward at this time, looking thoughtful.
