Liu Peng smiled faintly. "Brother Liang, two hundred thousand is a huge sum of money for ordinary workers, but for me, it is just a meal."
The implication of his words is that there is no need for me to run errands for you just for a meal. This is too shameful.
"Haha..." Liang Jian shook his head and smiled. "Mr. Liu, when you see Mr. Wen again, you must say hello to him for me."
Liu Peng's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he put on a smiling face. "Brother Liang, I helped you, but... the two hundred thousand you promised..." He rubbed his hands.
As soon as Liang Jian mentioned Mr. Wen, Liu Peng seemed to be a different person.
Did Liu Peng have any shortcomings in the hands of Mr. Wen?
"Don't worry, I, Liang Jian, can't keep track of my words." He said, pushing a bulging envelope in front of Liu Peng. "This is 20,000 yuan, which is considered a deposit."
Liu Peng grabbed the envelope, took out the money, and immediately smiled. "Brother Liang, I will definitely do whatever you tell me to do!"
Liu Peng's appearance does not look like what a person who owns half a street should look like.
Of course, this does not rule out that Liu Peng is born to be a money-minded person. After all, there are many big bosses with a net worth of over 100 million who will care about tens of thousands of dollars.
Next, Liang Jian was given the instructions face to face, and Liu Peng nodded frequently.
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Rongzhou Second Hospital.
It is the largest hospital in Rongzhou City, with experts in each department. It is also a designated hospital for cadres to recuperate.
"Ah...uh...it hurts me so much!"
On the seventh floor, in a special care ward, Bao Tianyang was lying on the bed rolling back and forth, twitching all over his body, and screaming hysterically.
Seven or eight doctors and nurses were busy around the hospital bed. Some used stethoscopes to listen to the heart and lung function, and some were busy inserting oxygen tubes into Bao Tianyang's nose.
Bao Qianqian stood behind the medical staff, crying heartbrokenly.
"Qianqian, don't worry, Doctor Lu will be here soon." Zeng Yi hugged Bao Qianqian and comforted her softly.
"ah!"
Bao Tianyang wailed, foamed at the mouth, and fainted.
"dad!"
Bao Qianqian screamed and was about to rush forward, but was held back by two nurses.
"Family members of the patient, please calm down and don't affect the doctor's first aid."
The middle-aged doctor quickly examined Bao Tianyang. "My eyes are severely congested, my muscles are twitching, my heart and lungs are failing... Send the blood sample for testing immediately!"
A nurse finished drawing blood and hurriedly took it for testing.
At this time, Bao Tianyang suddenly opened his blood-red eyes.
"Don't...touch me...it hurts me to death!" Bao Tianyang's voice was weak and his face was as pale as paper.
The middle-aged doctor hurriedly let go of his hand holding Bao Tianyang's wrist.
"Dad!" Bao Qianqian swallowed loudly, and then grabbed the middle-aged doctor's arm. "Doctor, please save my dad!"
After taking a look at the blood pressure, blood oxygen, and heart rate displayed on the instrument, the middle-aged doctor shook his head and sighed. "The patient's vital signs are slowly weakening. The patient's family, I hope you can be mentally prepared."
Hearing what the doctor said, Bao Qianqian's legs went weak. If Zeng Yi hadn't been holding her up, she would have been sitting on the ground.
Tears fell silently, Bao Qianqian's eyes were hollow, and her pretty face was frighteningly white.
Her father was in his prime. He exercised regularly and was in good health. She really couldn't understand why he suddenly became like this.
"The patient's family, please rest assured that we will do our best."
Once the doctor says the word "try your best", if his expression is firm, that means there is still a way to do it. If his expression is gloomy, like that of the middle-aged doctor at this time, it is tantamount to sentencing the patient to death.
"bell……"
The middle-aged doctor's phone rang.
He saw the number clearly and hurriedly answered the call. "Dean, this is Xiao Zhou."
"Director Zhou, how is Mr. Bao's situation? Let me tell you, Mr. Bao is an old friend of mine. You must do your best to save his life!"
A very majestic voice came from the receiver.
The caller was Xu Tianqi, dean of the Second Hospital.
"Dean, please rest assured, I will do my best to treat you!" Director Zhou said so, but he was complaining in his heart. Judging from his many years of clinical experience, Bao Tianyang had almost no hope of survival.
Why did this hot potato fall on his head?
Director Zhou wanted to cry but had no tears.
He had just been promoted to director a few days ago, and he didn't want to be dismissed because of this incident.
"I don't need your guarantee!" Xu Tianqi said in a deep voice: "I have notified the directors of each department. You will immediately organize an expert group for consultation. After coming up with an effective treatment plan, you will report to me immediately. I will rush back immediately. I hope you don't
Let me down, I want Bao Tianyang alive!" Without giving Director Zhou a chance to speak, the call was hung up.
The director of a hospital, for a doctor, is God. He has the right to change your position at any time, or even fire you.
The pressure can be imagined.
Director Zhou's eyes were red, and he wanted to cry with Bao Qianqian.
At this time, chaotic footsteps sounded, and a dozen doctors in white coats ran in. Some of them were old men with gray hair and young faces, and some were young people.
All the elites from various departments in the second hospital came.
The old man with gray hair and boyish face was named Ren Huaili, and he was known as the White Jade Pillar of the Second Hospital. He was the leader of all departments, including Dean Xu Tianqi, not to mention his medical skills.
Standing next to Ren Huaili was a young man in his early thirties. His name was Liao Jiansheng. He was a student of Ren Huaili and the youngest director of neurosurgery in the Second Hospital.
As Ren Huaili's last disciple and Xu Tianqi's younger brother, Liao Jiansheng was the one who was focused on being trained. Everyone could see that after Xu Tianqi retired, Liao Jiansheng would definitely take his place and become the dean.
Liao Jiansheng is an easy-going person, looks gentle, and speaks slowly and leisurely. He is not like a doctor, but like a very knowledgeable scholar.
He is also the idol of all the women in the Second Academy.
In fact, Liao Jiansheng also has another identity, that is, Liao Renhe's nephew!
"Everyone, go take a look and tell me your conclusions." Ren Huaili said calmly.
The directors of various departments immediately walked over to examine Bao Tianyang.
Two minutes later, everyone finished checking.
Ren Huaili felt Bao Tianyang's pulse, holding his chin and lost in thought.
Liao Jiansheng was the first to make a summary. "Master, the patient is sometimes awake and sometimes faints. All indicators are lower than normal, and the vital signs are slowly weakening. But the only strange thing is that the patient's nervous system is extremely excited, and it exceeds
The indicators that a normal person should have, I think this is also the reason why he is in severe pain, but..."
Liao Jiansheng frowned and was lost in thought just like Ren Huaili.
Liao Jiansheng originally thought that because of Ren Huaili's true teachings, there would be no disease in the world that he could not cure, but today reality taught him a lesson.
There was deathly silence in the VIP ward, and everyone looked at Ren Huaili eagerly. If anyone has the ability to bring the dead back to life, it is only him.
At this time, the blood test results and films were sent.
Ren Huaili hurriedly took it in his hand, and everyone gathered around, craning their necks to watch.
"Heart failure is caused by insufficient blood supply to the myocardium. According to the film, the patient has no symptoms of myocardial infarction or coronary heart disease."
"There is no infection in the lower respiratory tract, the intestines are normal, and no tuberculosis lesions are found in the lungs. But what exactly is the cause of lung failure?"
"Yes, all the patient's indicators are normal and his breathing is smooth, but his vital signs are getting weaker and weaker. What exactly is causing it?"
Everyone has a sad face.
Analysis after analysis, but there is no effective treatment method. But you can't just watch the patient die in the hospital bed, otherwise how can you explain to the director.
[Author's digression]: Please collect it, please give me a banknote, thank you