"Xuanxuan, go play upstairs. Dad and this guy have to talk about work."
The young girl was leaning on the sofa with her bare feet and applying a facial mask. She turned over and sat up: "Dad! This guy can't really be your boss!"
Zhao Hongxing said with a dark face that he should go upstairs quickly or he would send her to school if she didn't obey. Then the girl reluctantly went up to the second floor with bare feet.
"Boss Zhao, can you tell me the specific process?" I was referring to how he would transfer the head out without anyone noticing. It was the central hospital there, and there were police officers watching.
Zhao Hongxing lit his cigar, took a deep breath and said, "Money can make all the difference. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do. Boy, do you have money?"
"Me?" I immediately shook my head and said I had no money.
"Okay," Zhao Hongxing pointed at me and said, "We'll talk about money after they fish them out. How much did you sell those antiques for?"
Even if I didn't tell this person, he would probably be able to find out. I thought about it and said, "550 is a check."
Zhao Hongxing's hand holding the cigar shook. He was obviously frightened by the money. I know one thing, he was saving his boss and himself at the same time.
"Come here, kid, let's do this tonight..."
........
At 11:30 p.m., an ambulance stopped at the Central Hospital, and four medical staff wearing masks hurriedly got out of the ambulance.
"Where are the people? Where are the patients who need to be transferred?"
Upon hearing the shouting, a head nurse quickly ran over and asked: "You are here from the hospital, right? Please sign, the patients who need to be transferred for treatment are ready."
The head nurse confirmed the signature and then called the landline. Within ten minutes, several nurses came over pushing a hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a comatose old man in his 60s or 70s, with the head on his head.
I tightened the mask on my face, took it from the nurse at the central hospital, and pushed the bed outside.
"Wait a minute," suddenly, someone from behind called us to stop.
"What's wrong, officer?"
The old police officer and the young police officer ran over quickly. The old police officer pointed to the hospital bed and said, "I asked the shift director. He said that the patient's condition suddenly deteriorated and he needed to be transferred to the San Francisco Sanatorium for surgery. Are you the doctor from San Francisco San Francisco?"
"
There are four of us here. The leading doctor took off his mask and said with a smile: "Yes, police officer, this is my ID. I am Liu Zhiyuan, Department of Traumatology of the National Sanatorium and Hospital. I am responsible for maintaining the patient's vital signs during the transfer. We have the equipment on the car."
Very complete.”
Many people may not know that in Hong Kong, the best doctors, the best equipment and treatment are all in private hospitals. Unlike in the Mainland, doctors in China follow the hospitals and work wherever the hospital is. But here in Hong Kong
No, powerful doctors are all affiliated with private hospitals. Compared with central hospitals, private hospitals can provide better treatment and are stronger.
Among them, Sanatorium & Hospital, Queen Elizabeth Hospital, and St. Paul's Hospital are the three best private hospitals. Some critically ill patients often have major surgeries that cannot be performed in public hospitals, so they are often transferred here.
The old police officer checked the doctor's certificate and then said: "Sorry to trouble you, we will follow up later, you can go."
"Okay, the patient's condition is in danger, please give way."
"Be careful, close the wheels of the hospital bed," he said after leaving the hospital gate and being directed to carry his head into the ambulance.
Then the ambulance sounded the alarm and drove all the way out of the hospital.
