"Shi Shaochen, everyone knows what you mean. If you are a Western doctor, why are you messing around here?"

“What do I mean?

Don’t use your villain’s mind to guess others, okay?

Also, I didn’t make trouble, we were in a cooperative relationship, and Yu Fang was originally a patient in our Western Hospital, so I have the right to express my opinions.”

"You just can't stand our Chinese medicine practitioners!"

"Chejing, I will report your attitude like the one above afterwards. You have become less and less awesome over the years. This is a cure for diseases and save lives, not a place where you exude emotions."

“I’m not so polite?

That’s what I mean for the patient, and when treating the disease, it’s called the media, what’s this!”

“Is there anything wrong?

Calling the media did not violate any regulations. What are you not convinced?”

"I just disagree."

"On behalf of the Western Hospital, I agree to call the media."

"Shi Shaochen, you are shameless!"

"..." The doctors present were all old, all of them were old, but the conflict was indeed a bit big.

Director Xu and others were sweating profusely. Seeing their big bosses fighting, they had no choice.

Pei Shaofeng's face became increasingly ugly, and he shouted violently: "Enough!"

The doctors coming and going were even faster.

But there are also many doctors who stop in the distance, trying to find out what is going on.

"This is a hospital, not a vegetable market! It's noisy, and it's noisy when it meets. When is it now? Do you have no idea?

The patient is still lying inside, why are you quarreling?"

Pei Shaofeng gasped: "Stop talking, Xu Wenhua, go call the media."

"It's the dean."

Director Xu hurriedly took out his cell phone and called.

Che Jing snorted heavily and looked at Jiang Feng with a bad look: "Boy, I don't care who you are. If you dare to ruin the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine, I will report the name to make you pay the price!"

Jiang Feng didn't take this open threat to heart, and he kept facing all this calmly.

He has a clear conscience in what he did.

Although there is indeed content to use Yu Fang, Jiang Feng said it well, and he is 100% sure.

After more than ten minutes.

Director Xu reported: "We have notified the four media that have been following us, but they are all small media. They are very interested in the live broadcast of the hospital, but they didn't say when it will arrive."

Pei Shaofeng looked at Jiang Feng: "When will it start?"

"I need to adjust my condition after waiting for half an hour."

Everyone nodded.

For treatments between life and death, it is normal to adjust the state.

A group of people sat at the door of the severe ward, their eyes constantly scanning Jiang Feng.

Everything that happened here has long been known by the doctors in the Chinese Medicine Hospital and are discussing it.

"Xiao Li, what's going on? Why did the Vice President quarrel with President Shi of the Western Hospital?"

"Who knows, Vice President, you are not unaware of his temper..." Xiao Li pouted.

"Depending on the situation, is there a solution for Yu Fang's disease?"

"I just saw them go in, then come out, and then there was a quarrel. Could it be that there was a disagreement?"

Someone interrupted and said, "You didn't see it just now. Do you know who is the person who led the team this time?

It’s not our dean or Dean Shi, but the young man.”

“Which young man?”

"It's the young man who looks ordinary and sits in the innermost part."

Everyone looked at Jiang Feng, and then they wondered: "What do you mean?"

"Oh, the attending doctor."

"ah?

he?

Is he the attending physician?

You're not kidding."

"I guessed it too. I vaguely heard some of it before, as if the bosses from the Chinese and Western hospitals were both quarreling because of him."

"Ying Er at the front desk told me that this young man has a good relationship with the two bigwigs of the South Side Association of Cultural Street, and his identity is probably not simple."

"No, then you can't joke about the patient's life. You're so young, let him treat him?

You're crazy."

For a moment, various versions of the stories were circulated among this group of doctors and nurses.

Fortunately, they didn't get too close. If these words were heard into Pei Shaofeng's ears, the old man would probably faint on the spot.

......Shuohua Media.

This is a small media company, the same type as mainstream media, without distinction.

It is their job to do things.

They go wherever there is something. If nothing is happening, then they will create something.

But things in the world are not satisfactory. In Yanjing, Shuohua Media is still too small. They often cannot get first-hand news information. They only reprinted several companies before they drink soup.

Shuohua's boss is very young and has seven members.

Most of the departments such as operations, publicity, planning, production, and marketing are all in one person.

There is no way, Shuohua is on the verge of bankruptcy and his employees' salaries have been owed for two months.

Fortunately, Shuohua's boss and employees are all alumni and can trust each other.

They graduated from Yanjing Communication University. After graduation, several like-minded people formed a team.

Then they each took out their own assets and slowly transformed their team into a formal company. It has been three years since then, with the growth of Internet media such as self-media, entertainment media, etc.

Of course, they could not play with those capitalists. As they were drifting with the flow, they could only guard this acre of three-point land and eat the leftovers of others.

If there is nothing to do this month, they really have to disband.

At this time, in Shuohua's open office of 70 square meters, Du Xiaoying hung up the phone, hurriedly took out the equipment, and greeted him: "Come on, hurry up, follow me."

The romance is a 1.8-meter-old man with a tiger back and a bear waist, and a pretty handsome man. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair when he heard this, and his fingers typing on the keyboard: "Sister Ying, what's wrong."

"News have been heard from the Chinese Medicine Hospital. A live diagnosis and treatment broadcast is about to start. We have to go quickly."

"puff."

On another seat, a beautiful woman looked at Du Xiaoying: "I said Sister Ying, what's wrong with you? What kind of Chinese medicine hospitals are not Chinese medicine practitioners? We are just having a day of life now. Haven't you seen the boss doubting life in the corner?"

Following the woman's gaze, on the chair in the corner, the boss of Shuohua Media closed his eyes and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Oh no, I'm not thinking about something. This is their senior brother and Shuohua's largest shareholder boss, Fang Shuo.

He is not thinking, but sleeping.

Shuohua Media has given up struggling, and no one has a good idea to find resources?

What a joke, there are so many media companies and the Internet is so big, paparazzi journalists and the Mavericks.

What resources are so easy to find.

So they chose to "death" in peace... Du Xiaoying's face turned dark and she wrinkled Xiumei: "I don't have time to explain, I'm sorry, are you going?"
Chapter completed!