"Good morning, Director Cui. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Dr. Choi."

Cui Chenghao did it in a hurry, and flattering greetings came from both sides of the corridor from time to time.

He nodded casually without interest as a return gift, and occasionally met someone with a high status who said a word or two hastily, all the way non-stop, feeling the emergency department.

"Oh, Dr. Cui, you're here."

The doctor in the emergency department looked at Cui Chenghao who was visiting and did not hide his surprise.

"Ah, where did the patient who needed surgery go?"

Cui Chenghao didn't care about being polite with him at all, and asked directly.

"Surgical patients? Which department is in charge? ”

The emergency doctor, I don't know if it's really unclear, or if he is teasing Cui Chenghao, asked.

"Ah, you boy." Cui Chenghao couldn't hold back for a while and scolded. He hurriedly forcibly suppressed his anger and put on a mask of indifference: "The patient who just called to say that he was going to have brain surgery. ”

"The patient is in the operating room right now." A voice came from behind him, and Cui Chenghao turned his head to look.

Nurse Ha Na said without raising her head as she put a needle on the back of her hand and put a needle on the back of her hand.

"Operating room? Who performs the surgery? How did I not know? ”

Choi Sung-ho was furious.

"Isn't there no hand in neurosurgery? So I can only find someone else to come to it, after all, the patient's condition can't afford to delay. ”

"Ahh Do you know what you're talking about? Cui Chenghao was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded, without the demeanor of a director: "That is the head of Tairong Real Estate, can you afford a problem?" ”

Ha Na and the doctor were taken aback when they heard this, and quickly put down their careful thoughts about teasing Cui Chenghao, and honestly explained: "It is indeed in the operating room, a top student from Johns Hopkins University is the chief surgeon, and Dr. Lin Caimao is an assistant. ”

"Johns Hopkins? Do we still have people from this hospital? Choi Sung-ho thought about it in surprise, suddenly realized, and asked through gritted teeth: "It's Song Jong-hyuk's bastard, right!" ”

The emergency doctor interjected: "Director Choi, Dr. Song Jong-hyuk had a car accident a few days ago, and the operation was done by your neurosurgeons?" ”

"Yes, yes? Who, exactly, is that? ”

Cui Chenghao panicked for a while and asked confusedly.

"That person, not our hospital's ......"

Hana replied quietly, burying her head even lower.

"What, what?" Cui Chenghao couldn't believe his ears, plucked out, and asked repeatedly.

He burst into a burst of laughter, leaning back and holding his stomach in his hands, almost out of breath.

Hana and the emergency doctor both looked at him warily.

"Yike!! You bastards! Sure enough, when Dao Choi Chenghao finally finished laughing and wiped away the tears from the laughter in his eyes, after that, standing up straight, he burst out with a loud roar from his chest.

"If you are not a doctor in our hospital, you dare to hand over the patient to her with confidence? Or is it the main knife? Lin Caimao, this son of a bitch, doesn't want to live! ”

He cursed frantically, venting his anger with all his might.

"What's the use of you scolding them here? Isn't the surgery still going on? Hurry to the operating room to make sense. ”

Hana trembled with fear, and the emergency doctor remained silent. It was the patient lying in the hospital bed who spoke.

The lady still closed her eyes, blocked the light with one hand, and plucked her ears impatiently with the other hand, relieving her head that was numb by Cui Chenghao, and persuaded like this.

Cui Chenghao suppressed his anger, snorted roughly, and said a cruel sentence: "You all show me a walk!" ”

With that, he turned around, pushed open the door to the emergency room, and walked away.

The door was slammed back with a bang, and the sound of the shaking made both Hana and the doctor sneer disdainfully.

The patient on the bed lowered his arm and opened his eyes with a clear look in his eyes.

She tugged at Lahana's sleeve to attract her attention, and asked with a smile, "Is this director Nim always so funny?" ”

Choi Sung-ho cursed indignantly in his mouth, ignoring the crowd passing by.

Thinking about the phone call that woke him up from a night of hangover early in the morning, Choi Sung-ho had a headache.

I was drinking with a few adults last night, and I didn't get home until the middle of the night, and I didn't have a long rest before I was woken up by a series of phone calls.

The previous calls were all from the hospital, and they could be ignored with their own identity, but the last call, the identity of the other party, was not at all within the reach of a small hospital director.

Even if it is the department director of Samsung Hospital.

The head of Tairong Real Estate, when inspecting the construction site, was unfortunately hit in the back of the head by a falling object from a height and was sent to Samsung Hospital by ambulance.

And his surgery is exactly what his own neurosurgery should be responsible for.

Thinking of this, Cui Chenghao was full of grievances.

"Why is it the back of the head? Isn't it good to hit somewhere else? I was asked to do this thankless task.

While pushing open the door of the operating room, he complained like this.

Still retaining a shred of sanity, he did not try to enter the operating room where the operation was being performed, but entered the observation and analysis room on the second floor, where the operating room could be observed.

Looking down, there were five people in the operating room, except for the patient who was undergoing surgery, the other four doctors were doing their jobs.

No, the itinerant nurse was standing on the sidelines, doing nothing.

Choi Sung-ho snorted dissatisfiedly and turned his head to look at the CCTV in the room.

The operations in the operating room are being transmitted to the screen here without reservation through the high-definition camera above.

Choi Sung-ho glanced at it and zoomed in on the camera.

Well, the ruptured blood vessels have been stitched up, the threads are professionally played, what Johns Hopkins, should not be bragging.

Then, you just need to suture the periosteal and finish it.

Cui Chenghao just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but found that the doctor in the operating room did not stop his operation, but was cutting open his brain.

He quickly threw himself against the wall, grabbed the telephone that could lead to the operating room, and pressed the dial button desperately, all while keeping an eye on the screen.

From the large floor-to-ceiling window, it can be seen that the itinerant nurse below heard the noise, was stunned for a moment, looked around, and finally found the part where the sound was made.

Lame and staggering over, he grabbed the microphone.

"Yo Psi yo-"

"Ah, you bastards, what are you going to do to my patients now?!?!"