Chapter 772, self-directed and self-acted!

The Royal Swedish Hospital is not only the hospital with the highest medical standards in Sweden, but also the most respected by the public. Because it has the word 'Royal' in its name.

As the director of the Royal Hospital, Kent's life was very nourishing and enviable. This is a very important position, and as a medical worker, he has no regrets about climbing to this position in his life.

One of the important tasks of the members of the TCM delegation during their visit to Sweden was to visit the Royal Swedish Hospital. This itinerary was set by Prince Philip himself, and even Kender was not easy to disobey.

Therefore, even though he was very unhappy, he organized a meeting of the hospital's top management, and made some simple arrangements for the reception—if there was no arrangement, it would be disrespectful to His Royal Highness. However, to make him put in a lot of thought and enthusiasm is contrary to his original heart.

Before he could announce the adjournment of the meeting, the secretary guarding the door pushed the door in and said to Kent, "Dean, a call from His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Prince Philip?

Kende was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, what kind of thoughts does His Royal Highness this prince have? He was obviously a native of Sweden and had never been exposed to Chinese medicine since he was a child, so why did he start to promote Chinese medicine after returning from Paris?

Could it really be that as rumored by outsiders, he fell in love with a Chinese female Chinese medicine doctor?

Thinking of Prince Philip's rejection of the royal family's arranged marriage, Kender was even more sure of his guess.

"Your Royal Highness, what are your orders?" Kende said respectfully. No way, Philip is the most promising person to inherit the throne. Although the current Swedish royal family has less and less influence on some domestic affairs, it is still easy to remove a dean.

"Dean Kentuck, there was a pregnant woman who had a miscarriage at the museum, and I had her sent to you. You hurry up and get ready. Make sure she's safe. Philip's tone was too fast and his words were concise, and one could hear a little impatience in them.

"Okay. His Royal Highness the Prince. I'll arrange it now. Kender replied. But I was puzzled in my heart. Wouldn't it be possible for a pregnant woman to have a miscarriage in the museum and send it directly to the hospital, so why did the prince call in person?

Could it be that this pregnant woman is a member of the royal family?

Thinking of this possibility, Kende didn't dare to slack off. Immediately instructed the secretary next to him to make thorough and meticulous preparations in the emergency room and obstetrics and gynecology.

Back in his office, his cell phone rang again, and the caller ID was Shiva, the director of the Royal Stockholm Academy of Medicine. The call surprised Kenthur even more than Prince Philip's. Because he is very aware of his classmate and friend's character, he is a very strict person, and during his work, if there is nothing to do, he will never do some private things. For decades, he barely called himself during working hours.

"My old friend, why did you call me at this time?" Kender pressed the answer button and asked with a smile.

"Something happened to the TCM delegation. You know? Shiva's voice was as cold and hard as his xìng, like an angular stone.

"Something's wrong? What happened? Kende was overjoyed, but asked silently.

"There was a pregnant woman who had a miscarriage at the museum, which seems to have something to do with the ineffective treatment of the TCM delegation - now they are under siege, and I heard that they have gone out to jǐngcha."

Kender quickly digested the news, thinking about what kind of impact it would bring.

It was only now that he understood why Prince Philip had made that phone call to him, because Prince Philip was worried that the accident of a pregnant woman would have a very bad impact on the delegation of the hospital.

"It's to let yourself wipe their butts." Kende thought angrily. Of course, the prince had already called, and whether he wanted it or not, this ass still had to be wiped - but it couldn't be so cheap for those Chinese people, could it?

"What do you think about this, old friend?" Kende asked with a smile. He knew very well that when it came to scheming, this friend of his was far from being his opponent.

"Chinese medicine can't do it. If they can't solve this problem, I will refuse to allow them to come to the school to speak. Sure enough, Shiva spoke his mind unabashedly.

"Old friend, be careful. As you can see, our Royal Highness the Prince maintains a very deep friendship with them, and if it is too direct, it will make His Royal Highness lose face in front of his friends-" Kender didn't want anything to happen to his friend, so he spoke out to persuade him.

"So what do you say?"

"What would happen if you told reporters the news? -- Perhaps, a reporter has already rushed over. ”

"You mean to let the reporter get to the bottom of it?"

"yes. What we can't do, people can do. Public opinion is hard to disobey, and His Royal Highness will understand everyone's feelings. ”

"Understood." Shiva hung up the phone before Kenthur could say goodbye.

Kender sneered at his phone.

"Chinese medicine? What's that? ”

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Even if he arrived at the scene, Qin Luo still had a feeling that his eyes were dark.

He said several times in Huaxia to the people in front of him, "Sir, please let me go", "Miss, I'm a doctor, please let me over", and so on, but those people were indifferent at all-Qin Luo could understand that they couldn't understand the broad and deep Huaxia language, but you can't just look at someone else as soon as you see someone else being a Chineseman with black eyes and yellow skin?

Qin Luo deeply realized the hostility of the Swedes towards the Chinese, and he was even more eager to solve this matter.

The translator finally caught up with Qin Luo's pace, ran up and asked, "Commander, what now?" ”

"First find a way to get in." Qin Luo pointed to the dense crowd and said.

The Skansen Museum is one of Sweden's most famous attractions and is visited by many people every day. And because it's free, residents in the neighborhood like to take a walk and feel the cultural atmosphere when they have nothing to do.

When they heard that there had been a miscarriage of a pregnant woman here, everyone rushed over. Hundreds of people were blocking the front, and Qin Luo really couldn't squeeze in.

The translator was a middle-aged man, and after listening to Qin Luo's words, he politely communicated with the person in front of him in Swedish.

This time the men understood him, and then shouted at the interpreter and pointed to the museum gate - the meaning was obvious, and in one word, it was 'get out'.

"You don't have to look for them. It's useless. Qin Luo said. He swept around, trying to find someone familiar to take them in, but the members of the delegation and the escort sent by the Swedish authorities were trapped inside. jǐng cha came and entered the circle. It can only play a role in preventing the further expansion of the incident, but there is no way to evacuate the crowd.

Seeing a few men and women with cameras around their necks running towards this side with excited faces at the door, Qin Luo's heart tightened, knowing that the matter here had alarmed the reporter.

"What should I do?" Qin Luo thought quickly. If the reporter is allowed to report on this side of the matter, then the image of traditional Chinese medicine in the minds of the Swedes will be completely ruined. No amount of things can be done in the future to make up for it.

Time was pressed and there was no time to prepare, so he turned around and walked towards the door.

When he passed by a female reporter, he 'accidentally' bumped into someone's ribs.

The female reporter's body was slightly tilted by Qin Luo, she turned her head and glared at Qin Luo fiercely, and said something to him, but unfortunately Qin Luo didn't understand it.

The female reporter didn't think much of it, and ran towards the crowd in front of her again. She's gotten the news and knows there's going to be big news here.

However, after just a few steps, her brows were furrowed, and then she squatted on the ground with her stomach covered.

His companion saw the anomaly and ran over and asked, "How are you?" What's wrong with the stomach? ”

"It hurts. It hurts. The female reporter said holding her stomach. It seemed that the pain was extremely unbearable, and her tears came out.

After saying this, she sat down directly on the ground, and her body twitched.

Qin Luo walked up to the translator again without moving, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The translator looked at Qin Luo with wide eyes, and said in embarrassment: "Commander, do you really want to do this?" ”

"Is there a choice?" Qin Luo asked with a wry smile. For the sake of Chinese medicine, let's be a bad guy myself.

The interpreter glanced at the female reporter who was lying on the ground and was rolling on the ground, and then shouted something in Swedish.

Although Qin Luo couldn't understand Swedish, he knew that the translator was shouting, 'Call the doctor, another woman has miscarried'. Because he asked the translator to shout it.

As soon as he shouted, the crowd gathered around the TCM delegation finally turned their attention.

I saw a woman rolling on the ground, and I didn't know what was going on. Then he ran over quickly, trying to carry the woman to the hospital.

But as soon as they touched the body of the female reporter, the female reporter struggled desperately as if she had been electrocuted, punching and kicking her teeth, as if she had some deep hatred with someone, and drove away those who wanted to help her.

When she made such a fuss, more people were attracted to it. The members of the TCM delegation finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Luo pulled the translator and walked up to a jǐng cha and said, "I'm a doctor, I can cure her illness." But you have to help me speak. ”

The translator dutifully explained Qin Luo's words to jǐng for observation. Jǐng looked at Qin Luo in surprise, and then looked at the female reporter who was rolling on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Let him save it, I'm worried that these Chinese people will have a medical accident again.

Don't let him save it - what if something happens to the woman?

"If you don't decide, she's going to die." Qin Luo deliberately said that the problem was very serious.

Jǐng's face was solemn, and he finally made up his mind and said to Qin Luo, "Come with me." ”

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