"Isn't it?"

Han Dun snorted coldly, without being cowardly: "Okay, let me ask you, can you really cure my grandfather's illness?" ”

"It's a big deal."

"Grasp the big? In other words, is there a situation that cannot be cured? ”

Han Dun immediately went berserk: "Since there is still a possibility that it cannot be cured, why do you dare to ask for so much money?" Yes? It's also not curable, and a little intern doctor is brought in to operate, is there any difference? He also claims to be a professor, and I don't think it's as good as a piece of shit. ”

"Huh?"

Mao Jianjun was furious!

clenched his fists, but tried to restrain himself: "No doctor can guarantee that the patient will be cured 100%, not to mention such a major operation, even if it is cut for appendicitis, there is a possibility of death, and clinically, there is too much risk of accidents." ”

"Then why do you dare to ask for 70 million? You think it's a piece of paper, huh? ”

"You ......"

Mao Jianjun took a breath and turned to look at Han Qiaoxi: "This lady, since it is up to you to raise money for patients, I will make it clear to you." ”

"First, the person who operated the surgery was not me, but my teacher."

"Second, the 70 million is just the cost of my teacher's daily surgery, if you can't get it, you can not do the surgery, and there are other patients in the hospital who can use it as a case."

"Third, as a doctor, of course, you must have medical ethics, but sometimes, kindness will be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I won't be that bad person, I'll think about the operation."

When the words fell, Mao Jianjun turned around and walked away.

Han Qiaoxi was very anxious, and hurriedly chased after him: "Professor Mao, I'm sorry, that Han Dun is open-mouthed, I offended you, I'm really sorry, please ask you to forgive me a lot, I have enough money." ”

"If you have enough money, can you buy your life? I'm telling you, don't say 70 million, even if it's 100 million, I'll have to think about it now. ”

Mao Jianjun pushed Han Qiaoxi away and strode out.

"Stop."

Stranded in the room, a voice rang out.

Outside the door, Mao Jianjun stood still and turned back coldly: "What? Something? ”

"I don't care if you're willing to have surgery."

Zhou Yuan walked out: "But you verbally threaten my wife, what's the matter?" Top professors, experts, shelves, is it that big? ”

"Zhou Yuan, okay, don't make any more trouble."

Han Qiaoxi hurriedly grabbed Zhou Yuan and whispered, although the words were ugly, they already had some meaning of pleading.

Mao Jianjun was indifferent: "Is there any problem?" Do I have a shelf, what's your business? ”

"Yes, and it's a big problem."

Zhou Yuan stuffed Han Qiaoxi into the detention room and faced Mao Jianjun again: "The so-called benevolence of doctors is to treat patients according to their moods? Is this the duty of a doctor? Or do you think you're so famous that you have to get everyone to slap you up? Dare to push the patient's family? ”

Mao Jianjun smiled and nodded slowly: "Yes, I am famous and skilled, and the patient must be provided for me like an ancestor, okay?" ”

"Yes."

Zhou Yuan paused, and asked with a smile: "Surgery, don't do it?" ”

"Look at my mood."

"I hope your mood can be better."

"Goodbye."

Mao Jianjun strode away.

Anger!

Anger like never before.

That Han Dun's questioning and provocation did make him very angry, but this kind of thing is often voiced in the hospital.

As a doctor, sometimes I am questioned by patients, but in fact, it is normal, and after digesting the anger, I should do surgery on the patient.

However, Zhou Yuan's words deeply angered him, and it was a kind of anger from the inside out.

The doctor is benevolent, and the doctor is both virtuous and medical.

This is what he pays the most attention to and is most proud of since he started medicine, but at the moment, it is useless to be denied by Zhou Yuan.

Look at the mood to heal?

This is the greatest irony of a doctor!

Like a knife, poking at his proudest soft flesh.

When Zhou Yuan returned to the room, Han Qiaoxi was anxious and whispered, "How is it?" How did you talk to Professor Mao? ”

"It was a very good talk." Zhou Yuan smiled.

"Then, Professor Mao agreed and agreed to continue the operation?"

"I guess so."

"That's good." Han Qiaoxi quietly relaxed a little.

"Yoh?"

Han Dun tilted his neck and sneered: "Dean Pang, did you hear that?" My brother-in-law, went out and said a few words in private, and the other party agreed, I think, this eighty percent was discussed in advance, right? ”

Pang Hongwei was a little embarrassed, knowing that this Han Shao couldn't afford to offend, so he excused himself: "Eh...... I still had something to do, so I went out first. ”

The room quickly quieted down.

Han Qiaoxi glared at Han Dun fiercely, and began to wait anxiously again.

The money is ready, and the other party agrees, when can I have surgery?

Han Dun sat next to Han Baojiang and said with a smile: "Third uncle, don't you know that your son-in-law, the door-to-door son-in-law, took away your family's assets of the four points, and from now on, the Han family has nothing to do with you." ”

"Get out of here." Han Baojiang was indignant.

"Okay, when will the old man have surgery, let me know."

Han Dun left in style.

Waiting is always difficult, especially when the old man is in the intensive care unit, although he has been injected with thrombolytic agents, which can relieve some pressure, but whether it is the brain or the heart, it is the most important and dangerous part of the human body.

It wasn't until about five o'clock in the afternoon that Dean Pang Hongwei pushed the door in.

Han Qiaoxi hurriedly got up: "Dean Pang, how is it?" Is it ready for surgery and needs to be signed by family members? ”

"No, it's not."

Pang Hongwei shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Professor Mao said...... Let Zhou Yuan beg him. ”

"Please?"

"Well, I don't know what's going on, Professor Mao is at the Tianyuan Hotel, you can think about it."

"Oh, good."

Han Qiaoxi took a deep breath and turned back coldly: "Zhou Yuan, didn't you say that you have already made peace with Professor Mao?" What the hell is going on? ”

"yes." Zhou Yuan was stunned, he didn't expect that Mao Jianjun to be so small-bellied.

"That's what you're talking about? People asked you to beg for it, why don't you go quickly? Han Qiaoxi sulked.

"Okay, I'll go over here."

Zhou Yuan walked outside, and at the end, he didn't forget to add: "Qiaoxi, don't worry, I think there should be some misunderstanding here, I'll explain." ”

"Let's go!" Han Qiaoxi glared at Meimu.

"Okay!"

Zhou Yuan smiled lightly and came out of the door, his face slowly constricted.

Begging?

It's kind of interesting.

He can pull down his face, but he is afraid that Mao Jianjun will not have the courage to accept it.

Tian Yuan Hotel.

Zhou Yuan came to the designated Qiantang pool private room and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

It was Mao Jianjun's deep voice.

Zhou Yuan pushed the door in.

In the private room, there are two people, one of whom is naturally Mao Jianjun, and the other is Zhao Gang.

Zhou Yuan smiled and asked, "Professor Mao, you asked me to beg you?" ”