Song Ying sent Zheng Ren away and rushed back to the 912 from the Imperial Capital Airport.
When he returned to the hospital, it was already noon.
The 912 was still full of people.
After asking for the place, Song Ying went straight to the CT room. Chu Huainan sat on a hard plastic chair outside and waited quietly for him.
"Boss, are you done?" Song Ying saw that his boss's expression was neither sad nor happy, so he was not confident. His boss had such an expression on everything. He could not read his words at all.
"Yes," Chu Huainan said calmly. "What disease did Boss Zheng diagnose for me?"
"He said that Behcet's disease syndrome may cause aortic dissection aneurysm." Song Ying did not hide anything.
He could not guess whether Chu Huainan knew or not.
Rather than telling lies, it was better to be honest. At the very least, he was fine now, and it would not cause any unpredictable consequences.
"Yes." Chu Huainan nodded and said, "That's what Chief Chu said. Song Ying, Boss Zheng is capable. "
He used a declarative sentence, as if he was commenting on a thing. With a high position and power, he could decide life and death with a flip of his hand.
It seemed that his own illness did not affect his mood at all.
Song Ying asked, "Boss, what did Chief Chu say?"
"He said that the risk of surgery is too high. It's better to do interventional surgery. He contacted Chief Mao Chi of the vascular department for me, but I rejected him, "Chu Huainan said.
Song Ying was a little anxious. He frowned and said, "Boss, you still have to treat it. Once the aortic dissection aneurysm ruptures, it will be fatal, but if … "
"I asked, and he said that Boss Zheng can do it." Chu Huainan smiled and said, "It's been so long. It won't be a problem for three to five days. We'll wait for Boss Zheng to come back."
"…" Song Ying was speechless.
If he had known this would happen, he would have kept Boss Zheng here no matter what.
If he went to Horqin for surgery and delayed his boss's illness, wouldn't that be nonsense? Although Song Ying was not as professional as a doctor, he still knew the danger of aortic dissection.
However, he also knew Chu Huainan's character of not going back on his word. Otherwise, he would not have said that he did not want to go to the hospital and even asked Zheng Ren sneakily.
"Okay." Song Ying sighed. "Boss Zheng said that he wants to play in the Gobi Desert for two days after the freelance surgery."
"I'm fine." Chu Huainan stood up and shook his Chinese-style jacket. He was wearing a pair of handmade cloth shoes with a thousand soles. He looked very much like an ordinary old man in the capital.
He was at least ten years older than his actual age.
"Boss, wait a moment, I'll arrange it …"
"I'm not going home. Chief Chu has already contacted the VIP ward. I can go there directly," Chu Huainan said. "How did you meet Boss Zheng?"
"It's a long story. Last year, Chief Chu brought him to my place for a meal …" Song Ying gave a brief account of how he had met Zheng Ren and said with a sigh, "I misjudged him. I thought it would take at least ten years, but I didn't expect Boss Zheng to soar so quickly."
"Hehe." Chu Huainan laughed and did not comment.
Song Ying ran back and forth to contact Chief Chu. Dr. Liang came to take him to settle the hospitalization procedures.
Chu Huainan was also at ease with the situation. He did not feel that the conditions of the 912's special ward were that bad.
Although those who could stay in the VIP ward were not ordinary people, the conditions here were much better than other wards. However, no matter what, it could not be compared to home.
When he arrived at the ward, there was a commotion in the room next door. Then, Chief Cai of the VIP ward came out with an ugly expression as if he was escaping.
When he saw Chu Huainan, he quickly greeted him and was about to leave.
"Chief Cai, what's wrong?" Chief Resident Shen felt that it was very strange and asked.
"Sigh, don't mention it." Chief Cai shook his head. He ignored Chief Resident Shen and went straight back to his office.
It was normal to be ignored by the chief. Chief Resident Shen did not have a glass heart.
When he saw Chief Cai's expression, he knew that there must be a problem. His curiosity suddenly arose. Logically speaking, those who could stay in the VIP ward were either rich or noble. The work here was much easier than in ordinary wards.
Of course, some retired old cadres were a little difficult to serve, but that was all.
"Thank you, Dr. Shen," Chu Huainan said with a smile.
"It's okay. You're welcome." After Chief Resident Shen said that, he turned around and left the VIP ward.
He did not go straight back to the CT room. Instead, seeing that Chief Cai was not in the corridor, he went in to chat with the chief resident of the VIP ward.
They were all very familiar with each other, so there was no need to treat each other as outsiders. Chief Resident Shen directly asked about the situation. Something that could make the chief of the 912 turn around and run away was not a small matter. Moreover, he was the chief of the VIP ward. He did not know how many big shots he knew.
The chief resident of the VIP ward did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "Don't mention it. That old man is full of geriatric diseases. It's not a big deal to communicate with him."
Chief Resident Shen did not interrupt him and listened curiously.
"His son is in big business, the kind that flies around the world," the chief resident said. "He doesn't have time to take care of him, and he's worried that the nanny won't be able to take good care of him, so he arranged for him to stay here."
Chief Resident Shen clicked his tongue.
The cost of staying in the 912's VIP ward was no less than that of a five-star hotel.
To be able to arrange for him to stay here, it was certain that they were not short of money. This son was also good. He did not abandon the old man and ignore him.
"Usually, when I ask about his condition, the patient is very kind. Actually, there's nothing special about him. But as long as he talks about his son, he will lose his temper. "The chief resident smiled bitterly." Anything else. "
"What else?" Chief Resident Shen was curious.
"Something like giving money to someone or something like that." The chief resident had a strange expression on his face. "Tell me, he dares to say these things, but no one dares to listen."
"I think it's fake. You gave the chief some money during the New Year, and you still have to go home to talk about it? And not to your wife, but to your father? "Chief Resident Shen said.
"That's right. Tell me, as a father, why doesn't he hope for his son to do well?"
"Maybe he wants his son to accompany him."
"And then? Does he stop doing business? Doesn't he have a good life? He leaves happily. Does his son have to start over when he's fifty or sixty years old? That's a little too old. "
There was no answer to this kind of ethical question. The two of them only gossiped for a while before Chief Resident Shen left.
Before he left, he took a look at Chu Huainan's ward. He thought to himself that this was a sensible person. He knew that he wanted Chief Zheng to do the surgery no matter what.
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After more than an hour, the plane had just climbed to its altitude when it began to descend.
Soon, they arrived at Tongliao Airport. Instead of walking from Baita International Airport, it was closer to Horqin.
Zheng Ren felt that if he came over next time, it would be easier to drive.
"Boss, do you feel that the air here is filled with the smell of the Gobi Desert?" Su Yun asked.
Xie Yiren held Zheng Ren's arm. She was no longer very shy. She looked curiously at the small airport with only three parking aprons. The white clouds in the distance were like cotton candy, loose and soft.
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