Chapter 249： Ugly face

Did that **** woman take the wrong medicine? Did Gao Jianzhang provoke her?

Originally, he was apologetic, but when he heard this, his face was already a little ugly: "Well, how much money do you need, you can say it straight, just as if I hired you?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything. Who wants to say a word, the chief deputy dean furiously: "Boy, where do you think this is? How can the parents of doctors equate with money?" , Arrogant.

Can't spend money? Tang Fang was a little confused, he felt as if he had entered a dead end, and things were not as simple as he thought.

"Calm down, calm down, think about it, what's the problem? Is it the wrong way of speaking, or accidentally touching the opponent's inverse scale?"

As the mood returned to calm, Tang Fang finally found the crux. It all started from the moment when I reported my home. The doctors here recognized that I was here to kick the gym. Also, if I just said that I would hire them with money, I think that doctors are a glorious and great profession, and it is no less insulting to certain people who have given birth to a glass heart. At the very least, it shouldn't be said in public. This is the same as sending red envelopes secretly, which is definitely not accepted by doctors.

To put it bluntly, I want to be a bitch, and I want to set up an archway.

It is no wonder that after self-reporting, several doctors have keenly noticed that the attitude of several doctors towards them has changed from indifference to hostility. Their colleagues are enemies and sincerely do not deceive me. If they were the local doctors of Rector, they might converge a little bit, but... a foreign doctor from Luyar went to the local hospital to gesticulate. There is no doubt that this touched their scales.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not crush a snake. If your own treatment plan is successful, it is tantamount to drawing the face of the hospital in person, and some good people will add fuel to the whole thing. After ingenious "artistic processing", it is sublimated to the regional level.

Luyal, a young doctor who came here on his honeymoon, easily resolved the problems that Rector's medical community could not solve with his gestures. This kind of thing not only took the hospital's face. It even drew the faces of all the medical workers in Rector.

If your plan is unsuccessful, the patient dies for some reason, and as assistants, their faces will never be glorious.

Regardless of the outcome, this incident will adversely affect the reputation of the hospital.

"Dean, Tang Fang is also kind. You should calm down first, calm down..." While he frowned, Gao Jianzhang was still trying to adjust the tension on the scene.

It was the old woman with a sneer on her face. Yin and Yang said strangely: "Doctor Gao, how much does this wealthy Mr. Tang give you? You protect him like this."

"Natalie, you! You are too much."

Tang Fang looked on coldly, and found that the middle-aged female doctor named Natalie looked at Gao Jianzhang with resentment and unwillingness. Envy, admiration and other complex emotions.

"Doctor Gao, I'm not angry." The vice president said blankly: "In this matter, if I were you, I would choose to shut up."

"President, do you want me to notify the security?" A fisheye on the left side of the vice president pleased.

Help the wounded? What a joke, these beasts in human skin. When is the patient first? What about their medical ethics? Eaten by a dog? White clothes black heart, sighed, shouting to abide by medical ethics, but in fact? Fame and honor are more important than patients’ lives? Damn bureaucratic thoughts and formalism have been incorporated into the blood and into the bones.

Maybe in their eyes. Doctors are just a profession for earning money and supporting their families. They are no different from ordinary people. Money, status, and power are their eternal pursuit.

Tang Fang suddenly felt that the families of those patients were very sad. Of course, including myself. Faced with the pain of their loved ones, most of the time, ordinary people can only beg these people in a low voice, to dedicate their savings, their smile, and even their dignity. However, more often, in their eyes, the patient is just an experimental material, an opportunity for promotion, or even a simple tool to prescribe high-priced drugs and earn rebates.

Gao Jianzhang is different from them. He is a conscientious doctor, but what can he do? A person like him is just a drop in the ocean, so small that a small wave can overturn it.

Murder and set fire to the gold belt, repair roads and bridges without corpses. This is the sorrow of an era, the regression of human nature.

Tang Fang turned and walked towards the door. He didn't want to take another look at the people on the conference table. Once upon a time, the strong were able to preach the law of the jungle over and over and over again for the fish and the weak. After hundreds of years of precipitation, the idea of ​​the strong eating the weak has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... They succeeded!

The strong are at ease enjoying the wine pond meat forest, while the weak can only bend their hunched backs and open their empty eyes, reincarnation in the tragic world one after another.

He just walked to the door and didn't want to bump into the Hal Smith who was waiting impatiently and came to find him.

"How is it?" the old professor asked casually.

"The hospital didn't allow it."

"What?" The old professor who was walking with him was taken aback for a moment and pressed his shoulder: "Who made the decision?"

"I don't know, a deputy dean."

"Humph." The old guy was originally small-minded. When he heard that the hospital had rejected his treatment plan, he immediately became enthusiastic and violent. He grabbed Tang Fang's hand and twisted his body without saying anything. Rushed into the room.

The deputy dean was teaching Gao Jianzhang. He suddenly heard the door opening from the other side. He thought that Tang Fang was returning and shouted, "Dare to come back? Believe it or not, I will call the security guard immediately."

"Really? I'll wait for you to call the security." At the same time the old voice sounded, Hal Smith's furious face appeared at the other end of the conference room.

The deputy dean's eyes were cold when he heard the words, and he was about to see the attack. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the appearance of the opposite person. The expression on his face was stagnant. The whole person was like a frustrated ball, and immediately collapsed.

"Old... old professor, you... why are you here." The deputy dean stood up, his entire face was trembling, his left cheek was still angry, and a flattering smile appeared on his right cheek.

The dozen or so doctors next to him were all stunned. The name of Hal Smith, the worker in the field of Rector's brain science, and who did not know?

"He... why did he come? Still holding the foreign doctor's hand?"

"Professor Hal is attending an academic seminar at George University in Orovia? Why did he suddenly appear here?"

"This old man is a cautious and violent temper. Looking at this expression of provocation, who has offended him again?"

Everyone in the audience looked at each other and saw the old guy holding Tang Fang's hand. Gradually, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, "Could it be that they know each other?"

"Who gave Lao Tzu's plan? Who is it?" Hal Smith glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on the chief deputy dean: "Say, is it you?"

"The plan? The treatment plan that the foreign doctor said was his? It turned out to be Old Hal's?" Everyone was dumbfounded, and they all looked at the head of the vice president who was restless.

"It's broken, it's broken." The deputy dean was now screaming and complaining, only to feel that there was a big stove sitting under his butt: "How can this be? The plan that the kid said turned out to be Professor Hal."

I had known this before, and I didn't dare to veto him if he was given a hundred thousand courage. Hal Smith is an unusual character, anxious, and when a call is made to the Ministry of Health, he is the deputy dean.

"Where's Azat? Where's the kid Azat? Tell him to come and see me!" The old guy said angrily without even looking at the deputy dean.

The kid in his mouth is Azat Durer, the dean of this hospital.

The vice president’s forehead was sweaty, and he trot on tiptoes all the way to him: "Old professor, the president is on a business trip. My name is Anandura. I am the vice president and head of the brain department of the hospital. It’s the same with me."

"Tell you?" Hal Smith squinted and bowed in front of him, nodding and bowing in front of him, like a pseudo-army agent like Anadura: "Didn't you just give me my treatment plan?"

Anadura said with a grieved expression: "I didn't know that it was your treatment plan. If I knew it was your hand, I would not dare to speak like that if I had a hundred guts."

After spending a long time in Vanity Fair, even the most upright people will become sleek, let alone people like Anandura. He turned his head and smiled at Tang Fang said: "Doctor Tang, if you tell me that it is Professor Hall's treatment plan early in the morning, how could I veto it."

Tang Fang watched indifferently, without replying a word.

Anadura made a big blush and laughed a few words, then turned her head, winking at the doctors on both sides of the conference table.

Pointed chins, fish eyes and other people quickly stood up and echoed: "Professor Hal, please believe that we all have admiration for you. If you know that you are in charge of this medical plan, you must raise your hands in favor. "

Hal Smith is also a sluggish donkey. He turned his head and looked at Tang Fang, who was indifferent and disdainful of these people. He sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, don't be familiar with them."

"There is a saying in my hometown, "When an official is not for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes." Dean Anandura, I want to hear your interpretation of this sentence."

"Ha ha, ha ha..." Anadura could only laugh with him: "Doctor Tang, I am wrong, can't I be wrong if I am wrong? If you don't remember the villain, don't embarrass me."

"Humph." Tang Fang snorted coldly and stopped speaking. If Tang Lin was still in the hospital bed, or if this servant was just a doctor, not a nobleman of the fish and meat people, he would already be a cold dead corpse lying on the ground.

Seeing Tang Fang let go, Anandula let out a sigh of relief, knowing that things had been settled by half.