"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."
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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?"
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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, Department of Sanitation and Surgery. 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 hospital 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.
After passing the traffic light, several people in the car took off their masks.
These people are me, Zhao Hongxing, Liu Zhiyuan, and Dong Rensen. Among them, Liu Zhiyuan and Dong Rensen are real doctors, and these two are indeed doctors from the Sanatorium and Hospital.
The whole thing seemed to go smoothly, but in fact a lot of work was done behind the scenes, and Zhao Hongxing spent a lot of money.
First of all, during the day, Zhao Hongxing contacted a doctor at the Central Hospital. The doctor issued a critical illness notice and explained the situation and that he needed to be transferred to the Sanatorium. Zhao Hongxing said it was not convenient to reveal the name of the doctor, so it took him 16 to bribe the Central Hospital.
Ten thousand.
Liu Zhiyuan and Dong Rensen were colleagues. They had a problem and loved gambling. Because they lost money gambling in Macau and needed money to pay off their gambling debts, Zhao Hongxing hooked up with these two people.
The ambulance drove directly to Qingyuan Garden. Zhao Hongxing's driver had already arranged a corpse. The owner of the corpse was about the same age as the leader, and a complete set of diving equipment was added to the vehicle.
The next day, there was an extra piece of news in the morning paper.
An ambulance from the Sanatorium & Hospital was involved in an accident on its way back. The ambulance rushed off the Kap Shui Mun Bridge and fell into the South China Sea. Salvage work is currently underway. According to the investigation, in addition to the doctors and nurses from the Sanatorium & Hospital, the ambulance was at the time of the accident.
There is also a critically ill patient transferred from the central hospital.
Two doctors, Liu Zhiyuan and Dong Ren, took the money and left Hong Kong and disappeared.
As for the salvage work, the car may be found, but the person will definitely not be found. Zhao Hongxing said that even if it is salvaged, the day lilies will be cold by then.
This thing sounds mysterious. In addition to spending money, it also depends on luck. It can't be done now, but in Hong Kong back then, as long as you were willing to spend money, you could indeed do it.
The follow-up treatment of Baotou was a problem. Zhao Hongxing asked me to stay at his house and not show up. He hired a team to help treat Baotou in the villa. This type of private medical team charges high fees and is highly hidden, and it still exists today.
The leader of the medical team is surnamed Zuo. Zhao Hongxing said that he has good medical skills. During a casual conversation, I asked Brother Zuo if he knew about Tianlin Pharmaceutical Research Branch.
He nodded and said: "Of course I do. Everyone who works privately knows about Tianlin Pharmaceutical. The brain-strengthening needle they developed can help cancer patients live longer. One shot costs one million. The formula of the brain-strengthening needle is a money printing machine. It is available all the time."
They’re all printing money.”
I asked again: "Brother Zuo, do you know anyone whose nickname is doctor or teacher?"
"I've heard of him, but never seen him. He's quite a mysterious person." He asked me why I was asking about this person. I smiled and said it was okay, I was just asking out of curiosity.
When I returned to the hotel room yesterday, I not only found the head, but also found that the room I was staying in had been ransacked.
My consciousness told me that someone was looking for that bottle of medicine. I only told Li Zheng about this, and Li Zheng arranged for someone to get me drunk that night. It’s not hard to guess who did it.
That night, I was about to go back to my room to sleep when someone from the second floor suddenly shouted: "Hey, kid, do you want some instant noodles?"
I looked up and saw Zhao Hongxing's daughter looking at me in her pajamas.
I shook my head and said I didn't want to eat it. The girl immediately said angrily: "I want to eat it. You go and cook some instant noodles for me. If you want Baixiang's noodles, don't use Master Kong. Don't put oil in them. I'm afraid of getting fat. Cook them for three minutes and don't cook them for too long."
I'm not a servant.
I replied to the people upstairs: "Are they ready to be served to you?"
The girl held on to the stairs and shouted: "Of course, you live in my house, do you want me to carry it myself?"
Zhao Hongxing dotes on her daughter to the heavens. In my eyes, her daughter is not like a princess, but like a waste.
Seeing that I ignored her and wanted to turn around and go back to the room, she became anxious.
The girl shouted at the top of her lungs: "Boy! You have to help me cook instant noodles today! You grave robber!"
