"How can your Boss Zheng's side earn so much money?" Sun Ming's wife asked.
"They don't point to that at all," Sun Ming said. "Boss Zheng mainly earns lecture fees and the cost of the live broadcast of the surgery. It's said that the website has been bought by Boss Zheng. Now, they're doing it for their ideals. "
"Tsk. Let me take a look too. If you say that they've already scanned the code now, it's still because of money. In the phone, it's just a bunch of numbers. "Sun Ming's wife snatched the money detector and looked at it one by one.
"Maslow … forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you." Sun Ming wanted to nag, but he felt that it was meaningless.
No matter what he said, it was not as happy as getting the cash in his hands.
His days in the Imperial Capital only looked good, but he did not have much money. How much could a community hospital, even the director, earn?
If it was the first few years, it would be fine. Everything he tried to do was money. Now that the anti-corruption campaign was so fierce, Sun Ming did not have the guts to earn money that was not legitimate.
How did the former director get in? Sun Ming knew in his heart.
"You know a lot!" Sun Ming's wife nagged and drank with a smile. "Say, when the child graduates, can you arrange for him to go to Boss Zheng's side?"
Speaking of this, Sun Ming was a little depressed.
He had vaguely told Department Chief Kong twice, but he was rejected by that old fox.
Thinking of this, he sighed and said, "Director Lin of the Imperial Capital Tumor Hospital. His daughter graduated from Harvard and was forcefully stuffed into Boss Zheng's medical team."
"Huh?"
"That's it? Boss Zheng doesn't even give him face. He works all day long and doesn't even have time to eat. "
That was how things were. As it spread, he did not know what would happen.
"Boss Zheng is too arrogant."
"What do you know? I heard from the doctor who studied for the past few days that the girl goes home at nine o 'clock every night and goes to work before six o' clock in the morning."
"You guys are squeezing the doctor to death. No wonder I've heard of people dying from overwork all these years," Sun Ming's wife scolded.
"Do you think it's that easy to stay in Boss Zheng's medical team? Boss Zheng is a big shot, "Sun Ming said proudly." If I can get the Nobel Prize this year, I'll be a proper Nobel Prize member. If I can get such a reputation in a year, I won't have to worry about anything for the rest of my life. "
"I'm talking about our son."
"Impossible. Don't even think about it," Sun Ming said directly. "But it's enough that he has me as his father."
"You old man, what's there to be proud of?" Sun Ming's wife said disdainfully.
"If we win the Nobel Prize, the 912 and our community hospital will be repeatedly bombarded by the media." Sun Ming laughed and said, "When the time comes, Old Sun will also become famous. He will be one of the key figures in the Nobel Prize."
As he spoke, he blew the beer away with a gurgling sound and opened another.
He drank happily, and Sun Ming's wife was also happy, drinking with him.
"Do you think Director Lin would be happy if Boss Zheng mistreated Director Lin's daughter like this?" Sun Ming's wife picked up a bottle of beer with chopsticks and slammed it on the table.
"What's there to be unhappy about?" Sun Ming said disdainfully, "I told you about the Nobel Prize. Why don't you know about it?"
"It's the Nobel Prize. What's there not to know?"
"Let me tell you this. Those who can get on the bus now can live very well just by lecturing in the future." Sun Ming was a little envious.
If his level could catch up, how good would that be?
However, Sun Ming only thought about this kind of thing. He knew that for him, this was just a daydream.
After eating a mouthful of spicy fried sea screws, the ulcer in Sun Ming's mouth emitted waves of pain.
However, this was also a kind of refreshing feeling. It was said that the spicy and pleasant feeling that chili brought to people was related to pain.
Sun Ming laughed as he ate and drank with his wife.
In life, what was the point of working so hard? It was all so that he could not think about anything at this moment. He could eat some dishes and drink some wine.
Winning without doing anything. When he thought of this word, Sun Ming could not help but feel proud.
The ulcer in his mouth did not hurt so much anymore, leaving only waves of comfort.
"Old Sun, your alcohol tolerance is not good either." Sun Ming's wife drank happily and mocked Sun Ming.
"You make it sound like you have a good alcohol tolerance. You're old. If you drink some wine, your face will turn red."
The husband and wife drank happily until their faces were red.
The two of them, who usually had nothing to do with a dozen bottles of beer, soon had a little too much.
The community hospital's future would be better, and their family's life would also be improved.
These days were worth looking forward to.
After drinking a few bottles of beer, Sun Ming felt a little uncomfortable breathing. He chuckled and said, "I'm really old. Why do I feel like my body can't take it after staying in the hospital for a few days?"
"Wash up early and go to bed. Leave the things here. I'll clean it up tomorrow."
Sun Ming went to wash up unsteadily. He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
His face was frighteningly red and seemed to be a little swollen. It was not just the red from drinking.
'Isn't this a pig's head?' Sun Ming thought.
His reaction was a little slow. After a few seconds, he realized that something was wrong!
After all, he was a doctor. Words such as allergies and other words immediately appeared in Sun Ming's mind.
Then, he had difficulty breathing … His throat was swollen … When he was found, he was already dead, and his corpse emitted a foul smell.
He immediately threw his toothbrush away and tried to walk out.
His eyes were seeing stars, his limbs were weak, and his breathing was difficult. Ever since he figured it out, it immediately increased tenfold.
Even taking a breath was a struggle.
Sun Ming could even hear the loud roars coming from his throat.
MD！ His throat was really swollen!
Sun Ming desperately picked up his phone and called the 120 emergency center.
However, he did not know if it was because he was nervous or for other reasons, but he could not speak.
Sun Ming could only mumble a few words in response to the anxious inquiry. However, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, let alone explain the situation.
He tried to look at his wife. She had climbed on the table and 'fallen asleep'.
It was over … Sun Ming broke out in a cold sweat.
The two of them were going to die a tragic death at home … But Sun Ming did not know what was going on at all. What had happened? What was his allergy? His head was dewy.
However, now was not the time to look for the reason. Seeing that he could not say it, he used the last of his consciousness to hang up the phone and find Boss Zheng's number to dial.
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[They said they were going to write a love song …]
Zheng Ren's phone rang.
He was eating the hand-rolled noodles made by Liu Xuzhi's wife and eating happily.
This kind of home-cooked meal was the most comfortable … At least, it made Boss Zheng feel comfortable.
It was simple and clear. He could finish it in a few mouthfuls. It would not delay the emergency rescue at all.
This was a problem left over from the emergency department.
"Boss Zheng, please eat slowly."
Seeing Zheng Ren eating happily, Liu Xuzhi's wife was also very happy. A gratified smile appeared on the fierce woman's face.
"Hello, Director Sun." Zheng Ren turned on the hands-free and placed the phone on the table so that it would not occupy his hands and affect his noodles.
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