Chapter 37 Money is not a problem
Liu Cuiyun and his family left, and Ling Chen followed Zhang Yongguan, Zhang Zixin and Dean Cheng Yan into the elevator.
Zhou Ping did not follow him.
He is one of the top cardiovascular experts in China. However, he is not consulting the old man of the Zhang family now, so he doesn't need to follow him, or his identity is not qualified to enter the old man of the Zhang family at will.
What's more, Zhou Ping has something to do.
A very important thing.
After finding an office without anyone, Zhou Ping took out his mobile phone, found a contact person that existed in his mobile phone address book, and clicked out.
The name of this contact is Wang Weibin, the manager of the Human Resources Department of Star Airlines International.
The phone rang several times before it was picked up, and a magnetic baritone came over: "Doctor Zhou?"
"Hello, Manager Jiang, I am Zhou Ping from Xichuan First People's Hospital."
"Doctor Zhou, I remember you, you called...is there something wrong?"
"Manager Jiang, this is true. Your Mr. Lu has a pulmonary infarction..."
Halfway through Zhou Ping's words, he was interrupted by Jiang Weibin opposite him: "Mr. Lu's illness? Doctor Zhou, I know you have done your best. Dr. Zhou's concern will convey to our Mr. Lu."
Zhou Ping frowned, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
When Jiang Weibin interrupted him, he was already rude and cold tone, which made Zhou Ping even more dissatisfied.
Especially the word "care", Jiang Weibin deliberately emphasized his tone, which made Zhou Ping very angry.
The Jiang thought that I, Zhou, called you to please Mr. Lu and flatter Mr. Lu?
Do you think everyone is the same as you, Jiang Weibin?
So what if Lu Tao is rich, Zhou is able to make a living with his own abilities and do he need to deliberately please him?
If it weren't for the phone calls of others, Zhou wouldn't bother dealing with you, a stylist!
At this moment, Jiang Weibin's voice came again: "Doctor Zhou, there is nothing else, I'll die first, I'm busy..."
"Lu Tao's disease can be cured!"
Zhou Ping said coldly and hung up the phone immediately.
But as soon as I put my phone in my pocket, the phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was Jiang Weibin as expected.
Zhou Ping hung up without hesitation.
I am paralyzed, you can continue to hold your arsenal, and why do you call Zhou?
But a few seconds later, the phone rang again.
This time, Zhou Ping waited until his phone was about to automatically hang up, but he didn't say anything after picking up.
It’s right, Zhou will do it!
"Hey, Dr. Zhou, why didn't you answer my phone just now? Look, we are also acquaintances..." Jiang Weibin spoke with a tone very different from before.
Zhou Ping spitted silently into the trash can, his face full of contempt, and said lightly: "Isn't Manager Jiang busy? It has delayed Manager Jiang's precious time, so Zhou Ping can't afford to take care of it."
How could Jiang Weibin not know why Zhou Ping was in a bad mood? But he was thick-skinned enough that he didn't seem to hear Zhou Ping's sarcasm, and laughed: "Doctor Zhou's words are wrong. There is a priority for things! No matter how busy Jiang is, he must put Mr. Lu's illness first! Human life is greater than heaven. Doctor Zhou, are you right?"
Zhou Ping looked disgusted and sprayed a mouthful of saliva into the trash can.
I am a doctor, so I don’t need you, a flatterer!
If it weren't for the professional ethics, I wouldn't care about Lu Tao's life or death!
"Doctor Zhou, that... do you think Mr. Lu's disease can be cured... is this true?" Jiang Weibin's humble voice came again.
"If you don't believe it, you'll get over it!"
Fearing that Zhou Ping hangs up the phone again, Jiang Weibin said anxiously: "I believe it! Doctor Zhou, I will notify Mr. Lu's family immediately and ask them to send Mr. Lu over..."
"It's the same whether you come or not! It's not Zhou who can cure Lu Tao's lung infarction, but someone else!" Zhou Ping said angrily.
Jiang Weibin on the other side of the phone was stunned. Isn’t Zhou Ping the one who can cure Lu Tao?
Who could that be?
But no matter who it is, it is absolutely right to send Mr. Lu over first?
Why would Zhou Ping say that it is the same whether it is delivered or not?
"Doctor Zhou, forgive Jiang for being stupid and didn't understand what Dr. Zhou meant..."
"Tell you this way, what can cure Lu Tao's pulmonary infarction is a medicine. This medicine only cured a patient's lower limb venous thrombosis yesterday. Just now, the patient was discharged from the hospital!"
Jiang Weibin was stunned. A pill of medicine cured the venous thrombosis in the lower limbs?
What medicine is so magical?
It can cure venous thrombosis in the lower limbs in one go. I cannot guarantee whether it can cure Mr. Lu’s pulmonary infarction, but at least it has a slowing effect!
In this way, there is really no need to send Mr. Lu over to trouble, just get the medicine.
If you take the medicine back by yourself, even if it only slows down Mr. Lu’s condition, it would be a great achievement!
"Doctor Zhou, I'll come over right away... By the way, how much does the medicine you mentioned cost?"
"There is no medicine in our hospital, how much is it...I don't know!"
"Doctor Zhou, then tell me where can I buy the kind of medicine you mentioned? Money is not a problem!" Jiang Weibin said in a hurry.
Jiang Weibin is so rich that he is a omnipotent person. Zhou Ping hates him even more and wants to hang up the phone.
However, Zhou Ping also knew that Jiang Weibin would call again after hanging up the phone. He suppressed his inner disgust and said, "First, I don't know if this medicine is still there; Second, even if there is this medicine, you may not be able to buy it."
"Why?"
Jiang Weibin really doesn’t understand. It would be fine if there was no medicine, but why can’t he buy it even if there is medicine?
"Why?" Zhou Ping sneered, "I heard that you offended someone yesterday. Can you make up for it? You can find a way for yourself!"
After Zhou Ping finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He really didn't want to say a word to Jiang Weibin anymore.
...
Jiang Weibin on the other side, after hearing Zhou Ping's words, looked shocked. The scenes at the entrance of the municipal doctor's door kept flashing in his mind yesterday afternoon.
"One million, I can cure it!"
"My grandfather is an old Chinese doctor. His ancestors have passed on a elixir called Tongluo Dan, which can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, dissolve thrombus and reduce lipids, unblock meridians, and strengthen qi and blood..."
Even now, when looking back at the young man who was talking nonsense, Jiang Weibin still felt that he was just a fool who was crazy about money.
However, Zhou Ping said that the young man's medicine cured a patient with venous thrombosis in the lower limbs, and the patient had been discharged from the hospital!
Promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis... thrombosis and reduce lipids...
What's that called... Tongluo Pill... Is it true?
Zhou Ping shouldn’t lie, that’s true!
But one million... is too expensive!
However, if Mr. Lu’s pulmonary infarction can be cured, one million is nothing. Besides, the Lu family will definitely not let itself pay the money...
It’s decided that no matter what, I have to buy that kid’s Tongluo Pill!
...
Ling Chen followed Cheng Yan and Zhang Yongguan and Zhang Zixin to the No. 1 Special Nursing Unit, and then realized how big the gap between the Special Nursing Unit and the General Ward.
Lighting and ventilation alone are not comparable to the ward where Liu Cuiyun lives. Moreover, the area of this ward is much larger, and there are even two escort lounges.
In the ward, there are computers, TVs, refrigerators, air conditioners, separate bathrooms, massage tables, everything is available.
If it weren't for the monitoring instruments next to the hospital bed, Ling Chen would have thought he had entered a room in a hotel.
On the hospital bed, an old man in a light blue sick gown was lying. His hair was pale. It was probably because of the torture of the disease and he looked skinny.
Chapter completed!