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In a villa in Shenshui Bay, Dr. Huo was quarreling with the phone.
It was a very irritating thing to be disturbed from sleep.
Dr. Huo glanced at the phone. It was from the hospital.
Dr. Huo guessed that Qin Lu was dying.
However, he was not nervous. Instead, he calmed himself down.
It would be best if Qin Lu could come back to life. It meant that there would be a huge red envelope, but it was just a beautiful dream.
According to Dr. Huo's judgment, Qin Lu could not live for more than a month. He could even die at any time.
Although this would cause his income to be a little less, it was not a big deal.
Dr. Huo was very satisfied to be able to live in Shenshui Bay, where the Li family was not far away. It was surrounded by mountains, sheltered from wind and gathered Qi.
In Xiangjiang, doctors were a high-income group, and there were not many jobs. This kind of high-income and decent job was the dream of many people.
He suppressed his anger and answered the phone.
"Dr. Huo, the situation has changed!" the doctor on duty said anxiously.
"Change? Is Old Master Qin's condition getting worse? Why did you have to call me? " Dr. Huo was very unhappy. He stood up, walked to the nearly 100-foot living room, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of water.
"No, a doctor from a public hospital in the capital was invited to see him. It is said that there has been progress," the doctor on duty said.
"The capital? A public hospital? " Dr. Huo yawned and said unhappily, "Do you think there are any good doctors in a public hospital?!"
"Dr. Huo, that is the capital. It is different from here."
"That is also impossible! A few years ago, when I went to the capital to give lectures, I saw their patients.
Like the sea, every doctor is exhausted. In this state, the doctors will collapse at any time.
They are exhausted every day to see patients. As for research, they have no time to do it. The progress of basic research is slow, let alone make any breakthrough in Alzheimer's disease, which is a headache for the world, "Dr. Huo said disdainfully.
"No, no, Dr. Huo, listen to me." The middle-aged doctor saw that he was about to hang up the phone and immediately said, "The doctors in the capital public hospital said that it is not a disease of the nervous system. It is caused by excessive insulin secretion …"
"Please have some scientific spirit!" Dr. Huo took a sip of water and felt much better. She was slightly displeased. "There's nothing wrong with his endocrine system. Old Mr. Qin doesn't have diabetes, so there's no risk."
"…"
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Dr. Huo said, "Don't tell me about these things in the future."
"Dr. Huo, Master Song just came," the person on the other side of the phone said in a low voice.
Doctor Huo instantly woke up.
"Song shi? Is it him? "
"Yes."
"What did Master Song say?" Dr. Huo asked nervously.
"She didn't say anything, but she didn't leave either. I saw her go to the reception room next door."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Dr. Huo hung up the phone.
He did not put on his clothes directly and hurried to the hospital. Instead, he held the bottle of water in his hand and stood in front of the large French window.
Doctor Huo's figure was reflected in the darkness.
A doctor from a public hospital? A sneer appeared on Doctor Huo's face. He thought that his smile was very good-looking and very approachable.
A few years ago, when he went to the Imperial Capital to give a lecture, he saw the sea of patients with his own eyes.
There was also a patient's family member who held a banner and said that the black-hearted doctor killed people on purpose.
With that kind of work intensity and working environment, it was still possible for them to diagnose some simple and common diseases.
But did they have time to learn about the cutting-edge technology of the world?
Doctor Huo would not believe such a ridiculous thing.
He knew how much it cost to build a medical laboratory. How could those large public hospitals in the Imperial Capital be so rich?
It was impossible!
No money, no time, and they were exhausted all day long. Doctor was a dignified profession, but in the Imperial Capital, it was treated like this. Doctor Huo was also very confused.
Those poor people who couldn't afford to pay should just die. Why waste a lot of manpower and material resources to treat them?
And to misdiagnose Alzheimer's disease as diabetes … How could such an outrageous diagnosis come out? Doctor Huo also did not believe it.
At the very least, they should have a medical and scientific attitude.
The point was that the Qin family was one of the richest and most powerful families in Hong Kong! Why did they find such an unreliable doctor?
Doctor Huo was a little confused.
But this was not important.
In his eyes, the doctors in the public hospitals in the Imperial Capital were like ants.
They had no dignity and were overloaded with work like worker ants. From time to time, there was news of sudden death of doctors.
How could such a person's technical level be high?
Therefore, he sneered at the so-called large public hospitals.
There was no technical content, and those doctors didn't understand some cutting-edge technology at all! Even directors, professors, and even academicians were illiterate in Doctor Huo's eyes.
But what he valued and was worth coming here in the middle of the night was the legendary Master Song.
He was already the third generation of Master Song.
After the death of the second generation of Uncle Song, the third generation of Master Song rarely came out, and ordinary people could hardly see him.
But Master Song was quite proficient in Fengshui and the study of plum blossoms. There were a few half-true stories circulating in Hong Kong, all of which said that Master Song took action and reversed the situation.
Doctor Huo did not care about the rumors of ignorant commoners.
But there were many rich people in Hong Kong, like the Qin family, who treated Master Song as a distinguished guest.
There was a reason why the rich could be rich. Doctor Huo's respect for the rich came from the bottom of his heart.
Master Song, if he had the opportunity to catch Master Song's attention and give him some advice, maybe his career and fortune would go to a higher level.
Thinking of the mysterious Master Song, Doctor Huo's smile became much more respectful and humble.
Although he hadn't met Master Song yet, his respect from the bottom of his heart had been shown on his face and body.
After drinking up the water, Doctor Huo changed his clothes.
The color of the tie seemed to be a little wrong. It was not dignified enough and a little gaudy.
She changed another one.
It was a little stiff and conservative.
She didn't know what color Master Song liked and whether her performance could get in touch with Master Song.
Doctor Huo changed three or five ties, like a woman who was about to go out, repeatedly choosing and finally spoiling a tie.
Although she was still a little dissatisfied, there was no time.
Doctor Huo was a little regretful. It seemed that she still needed more clothes to be suitable for various occasions.
Otherwise, it would be ridiculous to suddenly encounter a great opportunity like today, but in the end, she failed because of some small details.
No!
Today, Old Master Qin might not be able to hold on, so she had to wear a black suit.
When she was about to go out, Doctor Huo suddenly thought of this matter.
She went back in a hurry and changed again.
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