Liu Cuiyun's family left, and Ling Chen followed Zhang Yongguan, Zhang Zixin, and Dean Cheng Yan into the elevator together.

Zhou Ping did not follow.

He is one of the top cardiovascular and cerebrovascular experts in China, but now it is not for the old man of the Zhang family, there is no need for him to follow, or his identity is not qualified to enter the ward of the old man of the Zhang family at will.

What's more, Zhou Ping still has something to do.

Very important thing.

found an office where no one was, Zhou Ping took out his mobile phone, flipped out a contact stored in the phone's address book, and clicked out.

The name of this contact person 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 voice came over: "Doctor Zhou?"

"Hello Manager Jiang, I am Zhou Ping from the First People's Hospital of Xichuan City. ”

"Doctor Zhou, I remember you, you called...... Something?"

"Manager Jiang, it's like this, your Mr. Lu's pulmonary infarction ......"

Zhou Ping's words were halfway through when he was interrupted by Jiang Weibin on the other side: "Mr. Lu's illness, Dr. Zhou, I know that you have done your best, Dr. Zhou's concern, Jiang will convey it to our Mr. Lu." ”

Zhou Ping frowned, a flash of anger flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Weibin interrupted him, and he was already rude, and his cold tone made Zhou Ping even more dissatisfied.

Especially the word "care", Jiang Weibin deliberately accentuated his tone, which made Zhou Ping very angry.

The surname Jiang thinks that I, Zhou, called you to please Mr. Lu and pat Mr. Lu's ass?

Think everyone is the same as you Jiang Weibin?

No matter how rich Lu Tao is, Zhou eats with his own skills, and he can deliberately please him?

If it weren't for the fact that there were no other people's calls, Zhou wouldn't have bothered to deal with you, a sycophant!

At this moment, Jiang Weibin's voice came again: "Doctor Zhou, there's nothing else, I'll hang up first, I'm busy ......"

"Lu Tao's illness can be cured!"

Zhou Ping coldly threw down a sentence and immediately hung up the phone.

But as soon as he put the mobile phone in his pocket, the mobile phone rang, and when he touched it, it was Jiang Weibin as expected.

Zhou Ping hung up without hesitation.

Paralyzed, there is a kind of you continue to hold your shelf steady, what kind of call did you take the initiative to call Zhou?

But a few seconds later, the phone rang again.

This time, Zhou Ping didn't pick it up until the phone was about to hang up automatically, but he didn't say anything when he picked it up.

The end shelf is right, and so will Zhou!

"Hey, Dr. Zhou, why didn't you answer my phone just now? You see, we are also acquaintances......" Jiang Weibin took the initiative to speak, and his tone was very different from before.

Zhou Ping spat silently into the trash can, his face was full of disdain, and said lightly: "Isn't Manager Jiang busy? ”

How could Jiang Weibin not know why Zhou Ping was in a mood, but he was thick-skinned enough, as if he didn't hear Zhou Ping's sarcasm, and laughed: "Doctor Zhou's words are not right, there is a priority in the matter! No matter how busy Jiang is, then he must put Mr. Lu's illness first! Human life is greater than the sky, Doctor Zhou, are you right?"

Zhou Ping looked disgusted, and sprayed another mouthful of saliva into the trash can.

Lao Tzu is a doctor, you don't need to be a sycophant!

If it weren't for the professional ethics, Lao Tzu wouldn't want to care about Lu Tao's life or death!

"Dr. Zhou, the ...... You said that Mr. Lu's illness can be cured...... Is this true?" Jiang Weibin's humble voice came again.

"Don't believe it!"

Afraid that Zhou Ping would hang up the phone again, Jiang Weibin hurriedly said: "I believe it, Doctor Zhou, I will immediately notify Mr. Lu's family and ask them to send Mr. Lu over ......."

"It's the same whether you come or not! The one who can cure Lu Tao's pulmonary infarction is not Zhou, there are other people!" Zhou Ping said angrily.

Jiang Weibin on the other side of the phone was stunned, isn't it Zhou Ping who can cure Lu Tao?

Who would that be?

But no matter who it is, it's always right to send Mr. Lu over first, right?

Why did Zhou Ping say that it was the same whether it was sent or not?

"Doctor Zhou, Shu Jiang is stupid and doesn't understand what Doctor Zhou means......"

"Let me tell you this, what can cure Lu Tao's pulmonary infarction is a medicine, this medicine, only yesterday cured a patient's lower limb venous thrombosis, just now, that patient has been discharged!"

Jiang Weibin was stunned, one medicine cured the venous thrombosis of the lower limbs?

What medicine is so magical?

It can cure venous thrombosis in the lower limbs at once, and I can't guarantee whether it can cure Mr. Lu's pulmonary infarction, but at least it has a relieving effect!

In this way, there is really no need to send Mr. Lu over to toss, as long as you get the medicine.

If you get the medicine back, even if it is just to alleviate Mr. Lu's condition, it will be a great achievement!

"Doctor Zhou, I'll come right over...... By the way, how much is the medicine you said?"

"We don't have that medicine in our hospital, how much does it cost...... I don't know!"

"Doctor Zhou, then tell me, where can I buy the kind of medicine you said? Money is not a problem!" Jiang Weibin said in a hurried tone.

Jiang Weibin's rich and wealthy face is omnipotent, which made Zhou Ping hate it even more, and he had the heart to hang up the phone.

However, Zhou Ping also knew that Jiang Weibin would call again after hanging up the phone, and he forcibly endured the disgust in his heart and said: "First, I don't know if this medicine is still available; second, even if there is such medicine, you may not be able to buy it." ”

"Why?"

Jiang Weibin really doesn't understand, if it's no medicine, it's just fine, but why can't he buy medicine if he has it?

"Why?" Zhou Ping sneered, "I've heard that you offended people yesterday, can you remedy it, you can figure it out yourself!"

After Zhou Ping finished speaking, he hung up the phone, he really didn't want to say more to Jiang Weibin.

......

Jiang Weibin, on the other side, was stunned after listening to Zhou Ping's words, and the picture at the door of the city doctor yesterday afternoon kept flashing in his mind.

"One million, I can cure it!"

"My grandfather is an old Chinese medicine doctor, and his ancestors have passed down a kind of elixir, called Tongluo Dan, which can activate blood stasis, dissolve thrombolysis and reduce lipids, pass through meridians, and strengthen qi and blood......"

Even now, thinking back to that young man who was full of nonsense, Jiang Weibin still felt that he was a stupid fork who wanted to go crazy for 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!

Promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis...... Thrombolysis and lipid lowering ......

What's that thing called...... Tongluodan...... Is it true?

Zhou Ping shouldn't be able to deceive, that's true!

However, a million ...... It's too expensive!

However, if Mr. Lu's pulmonary infarction can really be cured, one million is nothing, and besides, the Lu family will definitely not let themselves pay for it......

It's decided, no matter what, I have to buy that kid's Tongluo Dan!

......

Ling Chen followed Cheng Yan, Zhang Yongguan and Zhang Zixin to the No. 1 Special Care Ward, only to understand how big the gap between the Special Care Ward and the ordinary ward was.

The lighting and ventilation alone are not comparable to the ward where Liu Cuiyun lives, and 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, independent toilets, massage beds, and everything available.

If it weren't for the monitoring instruments next to the hospital bed, Ling Chen would have thought that he had entered a hotel room.

On the hospital bed, there was an old man in a light blue hospital gown, with pale hair, probably because of the torture of the disease, and he looked skinny.