A business jet landed lightly at Yun Hua Airport.
The appearance of the business jet was very ordinary. It was silver-white and shiny, as if it had just been taken out of a condom.
Du Jiadong slowly got off the plane with the help of his son.
"Dad, watch your step." His son frowned and looked up at the sun as if he was not satisfied with the weather.
Du Jiadong hummed and said, "Send me to the hospital. Go back after you have a check-up. I don't need anyone here. The company needs people."
"There's a big brother in the company. It doesn't matter if I go back or not. Didn't the old folks say that the eldest son should start his career, and the youngest son should stay at home? "The youngest son supported his father and said without thinking.
Du Jiadong did not even look at his youngest son. He followed his youngest son's tone and said, "It's good that you're willing to stay at home."
The youngest son's expression changed slightly. He changed the topic and said, "I don't know if Junan is reliable or not, but they insisted on us flying over. This doctor is too arrogant."
Du Jiadong looked at his youngest son this time and said, "You have to remember that no one is obligated to serve you. The doctors from Yun Hua Hospital could either ignore them or ignore them. Since we flew over, don't say that they are arrogant. "
"Tonca Group doesn't have a lot of business in Changxi. If they had a lot of business, they would still have to come to our house for a check-up." The youngest son was not willing to be obedient at this time.
Du Jiadong shook his head. He wanted to say something, but he felt weak in his legs. So, he put away the idea of educating his son and sighed slightly in his heart. If he could have another three or four years, he could train his youngest son. In the future, when he split Tonca Group, the brothers would not turn against each other.
However, in the case of liver metastasis from stomach cancer, even if he found the best doctor and used the most suitable plan, the five-year survival rate of his subordinates might not be 10%. After doing business for so many years, it was really difficult for Du Jiadong to believe in a 10% probability. It would be better to let his youngest son continue to be a rich second generation hedonistic son. In the future, he would have a bright future with cash and stocks.
"Old Bo is here," the youngest son whispered when he saw Hospital Director Bo and the others in front of him.
"Call him Hospital Director Bo." Du Jiadong hummed and said slowly, "Be polite. Dean Bo has been running errands for the past few days. "
"You ran around, and in the end, you suggested that we come to Yun Hua Hospital for treatment. In the end, it's better if we do it ourselves."
"He gave us a suggestion, and we accepted it." Du Jiadong replied softly and said, "Intellectuals prefer fame over profit. It's not a loss to say something nice."
The youngest son had heard the same words many times. At this time, he could only reply with a muffled "En". He could also feel that his father was becoming more and more long-winded. Perhaps he wanted to say all the things he couldn't say in his final moments …
Thinking of this, the younger son's gloomy mood actually calmed down a little.
"Director Du, it must have been hard on you all the way here." Hospital Director Bo brought his people over and greeted him attentively.
Junan was in the business of medical intermediaries, but those who could reach Du Jiadong's level were almost at the top. Those with more money and social status, even if they were to use them, their usage would be different.
"You've worked hard, Hospital Director Bo." Du Jiadong was polite. He said a few more words and said, "Let's go straight to the hospital."
"Okay, I've arranged everything …" Hospital Director Bo quickly showed off his achievement and made way for Lao Yongyong, who was behind him, to come forward.
"Doctor Lao, you've worked hard too." Du Jiadong nodded slightly, but his expression was more friendly.
At his age, it wasn't easy to find someone he could trust.
"I didn't work hard at all. I didn't trouble you to come here personally … However, Yun Hua Hospital's development of liver metastasis from gastric cancer is indeed at the forefront in the country …" Lao Yongyong also nodded at Du Jiadong with great emotion. He was able to work in Tonca Group mainly because of the trust of the chairman of the group. Therefore, Lao Yongyong also took the money from Junan after a serious investigation.
Hospital Director Bo represented Junan Clinic and hoped to get this talented surgeon in his twenties. He thought that he could rely on him to make a living for twenty to thirty years. Therefore, when it came to the last step, he also took out the divine weapon of his private company.
Lao Yongyong felt that he had to maintain a certain level of professional integrity. After all, the last few candidates had their own strengths and weaknesses. It was also necessary to let Du Jiadong do a round of examination and diagnosis.
Lao Yongyong followed Du Jiadong into the car and introduced him. "Specifically speaking, Doctor Ling here is indeed very suitable to operate on you … Elder Mei and Elder Wang's hepatectomies were performed by Ling Ran previously, and the results were very good …"
Du Jiadong listened and nodded slightly. He did not say anything else.
Hospital Director Bo got into another car and sighed softly.
For him, inviting Du Jiadong to Yun Hua Hospital was already half a success.
In fact, if he had to make a choice, Hospital Director Bo was more willing to get Ling Ran than Du Jiadong.
Long-term meal tickets were always better than short-term benefits. Besides, in the special industry of medical treatment, the value of a doctor was far greater than that of a patient. The skills of a doctor would grow, and his reputation would increase. As for the patient … Even if the patient wanted to perform another surgery, it would depend on whether the doctor had left anything for him to cut.
Junan Clinic also relied on its grasp of doctors to get to where it was today. Seeking medical advice was not only suitable for ancient people, but it was also suitable for modern people's lives.
The group of people arrived at the hospital at a slow pace, and they were arranged to be examined the moment they turned around.
Nowadays, tertiary Grade A hospitals tended to be conservative when it came to the examination results. Even if Hospital Director Bo ran errands for them, Yun Hua Hospital was even more unwilling to relax when it came to this kind of work that involved medical responsibility. At most, they would ask the VIP Outpatient Department to accommodate them a little.
In the afternoon, Zuo Cidian also came to the ward. When he entered the door, he heard complaints.
"That chief surgeon didn't even come over to take a look. How can there be such a doctor …"
Zuo Cidian could not help but laugh. He looked at Hospital Director Bo, who came out to receive them at the door.
Hospital Director Bo smiled and nodded. He mouthed, "Young man."
Zuo Cidian nodded and entered. He did not pretend that he did not hear it and answered directly, "Doctor Ling has already read Mister Du's examination report, and our group is doing an analysis. Let me introduce myself. I'm Zuo Cidian from the Ling Treatment Group, and I can be considered as Mister Du's doctor in charge. If you have any problems in the hospital, you can look for me. "
"I was wondering why Ling Ran was originally said to be a young doctor, but suddenly he was changed to an old one …" His youngest son was not forgiving, but when he saw Zuo Cidian's age, his tone softened a little.
Du Jiadong nodded and said, "Doctor Zuo. How's my situation? "
"Doctor Ling was going to come over to talk about it, but because of an emergency surgery …" Zuo Cidian comforted him casually and continued, "However, after reading your various reports, Doctor Ling suggested that you can perform the surgery as soon as possible. He will come over for consultation later, and we will talk about the details in detail. "
Du Jiadong's expression changed slightly. He looked at Lao Yongyong and slowly said, "Doctor Ling, do you think he can perform the surgery?"
"Yes." Zuo Cidian did not understand scans, so he just repeated Ling Ran's answer.
Du Jiadong thought about it and did not say anything. He was already sixty-five years old this year. Although he still looked healthy, his body was already very weak. After his stomach cancer metastasized to the liver, he consulted many doctors, but they were not very clear about whether he should perform the surgery or not. Most of them just introduced the situation and let him make his own choice.
Du Jiadong had only met two doctors who gave such a firm answer about the surgery.
"Pour a cup of tea for Doctor Zuo," Du Jiadong said to his youngest son, and it could be considered as him expressing his attitude.
The few people in the room observed Zuo Cidian's expression, and they all smiled.
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