"Damn, traffic in Seoul really needs to be improved. The car was blocked on the Shengshui Bridge before it drove far, Liang Baoguang could only take out his mobile phone to smoke the paper piece of his wife in addition to pretending to look around, he was just a little irritable by the sun, but Li Fuzhen's life over there is likely to have entered the countdown.

The driver who picked up the person was an employee of the Shilla Hotel, and he had received several urging calls in the past half an hour alone, all of which were called by Guo Shiyuan to ask him when he could deliver Liang Baoguang. The president of his own house is still waiting for this master to go to treatment, but the driver can only pretend to be a grandson when he is old, and he whispers when he answers, "Today is the Liberation Day, so there are a lot of people going out, and we can't think about it." ”

August 15 is the day of South Korea's "independence" from the RB colonial rulers, although in essence it is just a change of godfather, but nominally a sovereign country after all, so its importance is still above March Day, Constitution Day, Kaitian Day and Hanbun Day, which is equivalent to the National Day. There are not many statutory holidays in South Korea every year, and many Koreans spontaneously go out to the streets to participate in patriotic activities in addition to accompanying their families, so it is normal for traffic congestion to occur.

For Samsung Group, it is not difficult to pick up a person in the city, but Liang Baoguang was still stunned when he saw a motorcycle appear in front of him, "President Li has such a big family business, wouldn't it be good to get a helicopter to pick me up, and actually got a motorcycle? ”

"Please be considerate of Dr. Liang. "Civilian helicopters are not even as expensive as some luxury cars, and the Shilla Hotel naturally has them, but they must be reported to the air traffic control department in advance before flying, and they cannot land on the cross-river bridge with a large flow of people, so motorcycles are more reliable. Novels and films are fiction after all, and in reality, people are always more inclined to solve problems in simple and quick ways, such as in the current situation.

"Motorcycles are motorcycles. Liang Baoguang complained and put on his helmet and quickly straddled the back seat, he had also skateboarded to the clinic when he was in New York, compared to the motorcycle is good, in front of the patient's life, no one cares whether the transportation is enough to pick up and drop off himself.

The atmosphere in Samsung Hospital was much better than in the morning, because Li Fuzhen's condition had improved after chemotherapy, at least he didn't have to insert a tube to breathe anymore. In the early morning, he underwent surgery and did a biopsy sampling, and at noon he was pushed into the radiology department for chemotherapy, and the president was really tossed enough, if she didn't see the effect again, she would definitely be mad, but what made Huang Haicheng relieved was that he finally made the right bet this time, and God did not abandon him.

"The patient's disease has been diagnosed, it is lymphoma, and regular chemotherapy is observed for a period ......of time," Huang Haicheng stood in Li Fuzhen's hospital room, deliberately saying these words loudly, he was not only asking for credit from this woman with a prominent background, but also demonstrating to the doctors who had questioned him and betrayed him.

"Stop the chemotherapy and make a fool of yourself. An inopportune voice interrupted Hwang's performance.

"Dr. Liang, Ms. Li Fuzhen has been diagnosed with lymphoma, how can chemotherapy be stopped. Huang Haicheng raised his chin high, standing in the position of the victor, and finally could severely humiliate this guy who once made him unhappy: "I don't know how a person like you who left the patient and swaggered back to rest became a doctor, but please forgive me, with your virtue, you are not worthy of the sacred profession of doctor." ”

"Security, security, come on!" Liang Baoguang shouted loudly without any image, regardless of the need to be quiet in the hospital, "There is a madman here who pretends to be a doctor and harms the patient, and quickly twists him to the police station." ”

"Put away your clumsy performance, I'm a doctor, and you're just a clown. Huang Haicheng sneered, and the effect of chemotherapy proved that he had solved Li Fuzhen's disease, which was enough to make him invincible.

Liang Baoguang stretched out his hands, "A doctor can actually give such a diagnosis, lymphoma, are you serious?"

"Dr. Leung, I did get better after my chemotherapy. Li Fuzhen interjected.

"Ms. Li Fuzhen, since when have you become a doctor, or do you think you can casually question an expert like me after searching a few entries on the Internet?" Liang Baoguang's words were very unkind, he was blocked at home by noisy reporters early in the morning, and he was forced to sit on a black motorcycle due to a big traffic jam on the road, and he had already been made angry and had nowhere to vent.

Li Fuzhen frowned, no one dared to speak to her with this attitude, "I may not understand medicine, but I know how I feel, after going through all kinds of treatments, only chemotherapy makes me ...... Whew!"

"You know. The trolley pushed by the nurse was on the side of the bed, Liang Baoguang pulled a syringe from it, tore open the package, pressed Li Fuzhen's arm, and pierced her without saying anything.

"Ah, you're hurting me. The needle was inserted in his arm, and Li Fuzhen didn't dare to move, so he had to glare at Liang Baoguang angrily.

"You idiots, don't you even have blind eyes because you don't have enough brains, you can't see such a big thing?" There was a bruise on the place where Liang Baoguang pricked the needle, it looked like an injury after the collision, he took a sample with a needle and handed it to Gu Yanxi who was standing aside, "Take it to the laboratory." ”

"This was accidentally bumped by the patient after hallucinations, and it has nothing to do with her illness. Huang Haicheng had a bad premonition.

"What, didn't you hear her crying out for pain just now? It's not a bruise, it's a mycobacterial infection!" Liang Baoguang said angrily, there are too many quacks in the world who take it for granted, and they always like to do too much over-analysis of things that shouldn't be taken care of, and turn a blind eye to the symptoms that are imminent, "She has diffuse neoplastic leprosy, I guess she must have been infected when she went abroad for a 'field trip'." ”

Until a moment ago, Nan Duxian didn't understand why Li Fuzhen would respond to chemotherapy even though he didn't have lymphoma, and Liang Baoguang's words made him finally understand, "Chemotherapy can kill some bacteria, no wonder the situation will improve." ”

"But chemotherapy also harms the immune system, and it only gets worse faster. There were many doctors who were sneered at by Huang Haicheng just now, and one of them couldn't help but stand up for the surgery at this time.

"Leprosy?" Li Fuzhen was a little frightened, as long as everyone has heard the name of leprosy, "It was leprosy that caused me like this?"

"In a way, you should also be thankful for it, because you are infected with a kind of women-pleasing species, and it is it that makes your skin radiant and translucent. When Liang Baoguang first met Li Fuzhen, he once thought that she was a talented player like Xie Siyin, and she was born relatively young, until he saw the konjac in his mother's hand when he was eating breakfast at home in the morning, and he remembered that he had seen a purple mark on Li Fuzhen's arm.