Outside the high-level special care ward of Jiangnan Provincial People's Hospital, Yang Xiaoguang, secretary of the provincial party committee, stood by the window of the corridor with a gloomy face, looking at the night scene of Hangzhou outside the window with deep eyes, smoking silently, and the cigarette butts flashed scarlet under the breeze outside the window.

Secretary Ma Zijiu stood not far away, glancing in through the window on the door of the ward from time to time, and then looked at Yang Xiaoguang, looking at the covered half of his face as gloomy as the night sky, Ma Zijiu sighed slightly.

At this moment, Ma Zijiu suddenly felt the sound of the mobile phone vibrating from his pocket, and quickly took it out, when he saw the phone number of Guo Yushun, the president of the Provincial People's Hospital, his heart moved, he glanced at Yang Xiaoguang, walked away lightly, turned to a more secluded corner before picking up the phone, and said in a low voice:

"Dean Guo, how is it, has Elder Tong received it?"

"Received, received, Director Ma, we are now on the highway, and it will take more than an hour to arrive." On the other side of the phone, Guo Yushun said in a respectful tone.

As the first secretary of the provincial party committee, there has always been such a title as the second chief in the outside world, and Guo Yushun can't be treated disrespectfully, Ma Zijiu is also the deputy director of the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee, so Guo Yushun called him Director Ma.

"Then you give the phone to Tong Lao, and I'll say a few words to him." Ma Zijiu showed a hint of joy on his face, and hurriedly said, changing his previous calmness.

“haode。” As he spoke, Guo Yushun, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat of the car, hurriedly handed the mobile phone to Tong Pingyu in the back seat, and said respectfully: "Tong Lao, it's Director Ma's phone." ”

Tong Pingyu is the director of the Department of Neurosurgery at the Capital 301 Military Hospital, commonly known as the Department of Brain Surgery. If it weren't for Tong Pingyu's medical skills being too high, and he was a benevolent doctor, he wanted to treat a few more patients while he could do it, otherwise he would have retired long ago according to his age.

Therefore, even if Guo Yushun is the president of the Provincial People's Hospital, he must be treated respectfully, not to mention that this time he is treating the father of the provincial party secretary, and he does not dare to slack off in the slightest. Not only personally came to pick up the airport with a car. He even sat in the passenger seat.

In fact, this Tong Pingyu also met Zhang Qingyuan, that is, when he treated Wu Lao at Wu's hometown, but at that time, all of their experts, including those who were helpless, later when Zhang Qingyuan cured Wu Lao. It has been thoroughly inspected again. After discovering that Wu Lao was indeed fully recovered. Tong Pingyu was shocked at that time, and left with extreme incredulity and awe.

Subsequently, Tong Pingyu flew to the United States to attend the International Brain Tumor Symposium. If it weren't for the fact that both the experts of Tiantan Hospital and Jiang Hangong, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, were helpless this time, Yang Xiaoguang would not have contacted Tong Pingyu through his connections and asked him to rush back in advance.

After taking the plane for more than ten hours, Tong Pingyu was a little tired, and when he heard Guo Yushun's voice, Tong Pingyu's slightly white eyebrows trembled, and then he opened his eyes, took the phone, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Director Ma, hello." ”

Hearing the exhaustion in Tong Pingyu's voice, Ma Zijiu said apologetically with reverence: "I'm sorry, Tong Lao, I'm really sorry for letting you come over without having time to rest just after getting off the plane." ”

"Director Ma is polite, compared to saving lives, taking a little rest is nothing." Tong Pingyu said calmly, the wrinkles full of ravines trembled slightly.

"Tong Lao's medical ethics are really admirable." Ma Zijiu sighed, and then said: "I'll take care of Secretary Yang and Yang Laoxiexie you, Tong Lao, then I won't bother you, you can rest in the car first." ”

“haode。” Tong Pingyu said.

The two then hung up.

"Dean Guo, how long will it take to get to Hangzhou?" Tong Pingyu said when he returned the phone to Guo Yushun.

"Oh, in less than two hours, you can rest for a while, and I'll call you later." Guo Yushun hurriedly said.

"Okay, then I'm sorry for you, Dean Guo." Tong Pingyu nodded.

Hearing Tong Pingyu's words, Guo Yushun was flattered and said, "It should be, Tong Lao." ”

Tong Pingyu is indeed tired, plus he is also old, put the back of the chair flat, and fell asleep after a while.

The business car was like a ghost in the dark night, speeding towards Hangzhou on the highway.

At the same time, Zhang Qingyuan and Jiang Hangong also finished eating, came out of their homes, got into Jiang Hangong's car and headed for the Provincial People's Hospital.

"Uncle Shi, do you still need anything to prepare?" After Jiang Hangong started the car, he looked at Zhang Qingyuan in the rearview mirror.

"No, just acupuncture, I have." Zhang Qingyuan said lightly.

If it weren't for the fear of being too shocking, Zhang Qingyuan wouldn't even need acupuncture at all.

Subsequently, seeing Zhang Qingyuan closing his eyes and recuperating, Jiang Hangong didn't say much anymore and concentrated on driving.

More than 40 minutes later, the car arrived at the Provincial People's Hospital located in the North (Space) Lake District, and the two went straight to Yang Zumao's special care ward.

Seeing Jiang Hangong coming over with a strange young man, Ma Zijiu and Yang Xiaoguang both showed a look of confusion, not knowing what Jiang Hangong was going to do.

"Secretary Yang, Director Ma." Jiang Hangong greeted the two.

Yang Xiaoguang nodded, squeezing out a smile, but there was a trace of deep fatigue in his eyes.

And Ma Zijiu was a little troubled because Jiang Hangong had become worse and worse in the past few days, so he glanced at Zhang Qingyuan next to him, and frowned slightly at Jiang Hangong: "Dean Jiang, who are you?" ”

"Oh, Secretary Yang, Director Ma, let me introduce you to you." Hearing Ma Zijiu's words, Jiang Hangong hurriedly pointed at Zhang Qingyuan and said, "This is my uncle Zhang Qingyuan, his medical skills are much better than mine, so I brought him over to show Yang Lao." ”

Hearing Jiang Hangong's words, Ma Zijiu was stunned for a moment, and Yang Xiaoguang was no exception, even as the secretary of the provincial party committee, he had seen a lot of the world, but he had never heard of it. Like traditional Chinese medicine, there are still young elders, not to mention that Zhang Qingyuan is a young man with a white face and no beard, in their opinion, it is okay to be Jiang Hangong's son, as for saying that his medical skills are better than Jiang Hangong, their first reaction is not to believe it.

But they all know that Jiang Hangong is a serious person and will definitely not tell them lies and fool them, but looking at Zhang Qingyuan, they really can't believe how high Zhang Qingyuan's ability can be.

Seeing the disbelief between the two, Zhang Qingyuan and Jiang Hangong glanced at each other. They all smiled wryly. Zhang Qingyuan stretched out his hand and said, "Secretary Yang, Director Ma, hello." ”

Yang Xiaoguang and Ma Zijiu shook hands with Zhang Qingyuan in a daze. Still haven't come back to my senses. Ma Zijiu stammered a little: "Dean Jiang." This...... This ......"

"Secretary Yang, Director Ma, don't hide it. The two of you should have heard of my master's reputation, but my master's medical skills are not as good as my uncle's, don't look at him young, but his medical skills are indeed very exquisite. ”

Cheng Feng's reputation is indeed very big among high-ranking officials, if it weren't for Yang Lao's illness that is not suitable for bumps and cars, and Cheng Feng never goes out to see a doctor, otherwise Yang Xiaoguang would have sent Yang Lao over a long time ago.

Although this is the case, and they also know that it is impossible to joke with their master with Jiang Hangong's character, the two still feel incredible.

"Don't worry, Yang Lao's illness is not a big problem, I can cure it." Zhang Qingyuan said lightly, just now he had already used his divine sense to observe Yang Lao in the ward, and there was no problem at all with his means.

Although Zhang Qingyuan's words were not exaggerated in the slightest, but in the ears of Yang Xiaoguang and Ma Zijiu, it was tantamount to earth-shattering thunder, and the two of them stared at Zhang Qingyuan with round eyes, they didn't believe it just now, but now that they heard this, they only felt that this person was crazy?

Even Tong Pingyu, a domestic brain tumor expert, has heard the description of his condition and the test results, and asserts that even if he comes, the chance of success is less than 10%, but this young man said wildly that he can be cured, isn't this arrogance?

If it weren't for Jiang Hangong being here, the two would have to be reprimanded directly, even so, the faces of the two were not very good-looking.

Yang Xiaoguang coughed, although he wanted to squeeze out a smile, but he found that it was just in vain, so he could only stiffen his face and say:

"Mr. Zhang, xiexie, your kindness, but, wait a while, the domestic brain tumor leader Tong Lao will come over, so ...... This ......"

Hearing Yang Xiaoguang's words, Zhang Qingyuan also understood what he meant, but he was still not at ease with himself.

Zhang Qingyuan touched his nose and was about to say something, when another voice came from behind.

"Secretary Yang, Director Ma!"

The voice sounded much more respectful than Jiang Hangong's greeting just now, and Jiang Hangong also saw the comer, and his face immediately sank.

The person who came was Zhao Derong, deputy director of the Department of Health, since Yang Lao was hospitalized, he basically came three times a day, morning, noon and evening, in order to have more contact with Yang Xiaoguang, so that he could leave an impression in Yang Xiaoguang's heart.

If it weren't for the fear that Yang Xiaoguang would reprimand him for not going to work well, he would definitely be able to stay here twenty-four hours a day.

It's just that Yang Xiaoguang didn't have the slightest affection for Zhao Derong, and when he heard the voice, he said 'um', and then said to Zhang Qingyuan: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, let you run for nothing." ”

Hearing that although Yang Xiaoguang rejected himself, he did daoqian twice in a row, and also said thank you, which is indeed very rare for a provincial party secretary, which made Zhang Qingyuan feel a little good.

Zhang Qingyuan nodded and said, "Secretary Yang, it's okay, I can understand your feelings, since I said so, I won't be reluctant to say goodbye." ”

"Haode, go slowly." Yang Xiaoguang nodded to Zhang Qingyuan, although he didn't have any confidence in Zhang Qingyuan, and didn't even dare to let him go to treatment, he was still full of good feelings about Zhang Qingyuan's behavior.

After speaking, Zhang Qingyuan nodded to Yang Xiaoguang and prepared to leave.

"Hey, uncle" Jiang Hangong said urgently, he, like Tong Pingyu, is a doctor with a benevolent heart, and he can't see that the patient dies without treatment, otherwise he won't take people to the mountains again and again to find Chengfeng Lao Dao.

Hearing Jiang Hangong's voice, Zhao Derong was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhang Qingyuan with gloomy eyes, and couldn't help but think of the day Zhao Feng died, Jiang Hangong's call was his uncle!

At that time, Zhao Derong was puzzled that Jiang Hangong's uncle Weishenme's voice sounded so young, and now he saw Zhang Qingyuan, and Jiang Hangong called him so, who didn't know that it was Zhang Qingyuan who died that day!

Moreover, I later learned through the Public Security Bureau that Zhao Feng died of a sudden heart spasm precisely because he framed Zhang Qingyuan, although Zhao Feng's death seemed to have nothing to do with Zhang Qingyuan, but he still regarded Zhang Qingyuan as an enemy!

As Zhao Derong's only son, Zhao Feng's death hit Zhao Derong very hard, and when he learned about the situation, he hated Zhang Qingyuan to the bone!

However, some time ago, Zhao Derong was dealing with Zhao Feng's funeral, and then he encountered Yang Lao's hospitalization, coupled with the warning of Li Gang's mother at the beginning, so he never had time to find trouble with Zhang Qingyuan, and now that he has sent it to the door, where is he willing to give up!

"Jiang Hangong, this is your uncle?" Zhao Derong rushed forward without thinking about it, and even Yang Xiaoguang didn't care about it, his gloomy eyes stared at Zhang Qingyuan tightly, if there was a knife now, he would definitely stab Zhang Qingyuan without hesitation!

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed! (To be continued......)

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