Chapter 601 The Hypocrisy of the Rich

Chapter 601 The hypocrisy of the rich

He bowed and said sincerely, "Excuse me."

The gray-haired Dean Zhang frowned and said with some embarrassment, "Coma is a stress response, just like sleep, it is a necessary rest to restore energy. The second son Xiang is furious, exhausted, extremely Tired, the body enters a state of automatic protection."

He hesitated and said, "In this case, if you want to wake him up, it will interrupt his rest. It will only make him more tired, and it will also affect his mental state and cause damage to his health. "

The white-haired old man said indifferently, "Don't worry about him, just wake him up. This stinky boy knows how to make trouble, and this time he caused me a lot of trouble. He can handle all the little things and give them to me. got into so much trouble."

"He threw his hands and passed out with anger. This kind of useless thing is better than dead."

"This" Dean Zhang was helpless for a while. When he encountered this kind of family relationship, he really didn't know what to say.

In fact, he has seen a lot of this. The unscrupulous person in front of the bed for a long time, no matter who it is, whether it is a beloved couple, or a blood family member. As long as a person is ill for a long time, then wait for various family dog ​​blood ethics dramas to be staged.

He saw a lot of family troubles in the hospital, father and son cannibalism, couples torn each other, and bloody couples. Strange things are commonplace in the hospital.

Life, old age, sickness and death, the most terrifying things in life are all concentrated in the hospital.

The people in the hospital are well-informed. People like him who have worked in the hospital all their lives have become accustomed to all kinds of human tragedies.

He hesitated for a while, then continued, "It's not impossible to wake him up, after all, he's healthy, but he's just overtired. Give him an electric shock, a dose of cardiac injection, and some epinephrine to wake him up immediately. It's not impossible to come here."

Dean Zhang warned, "For healthy people, electric shocks and cardiac injections are very bad things. And the second son of Xiang is weak now, and he needs rest very much."

"Using these methods to wake him up at this time will cause a serious burden on his body and even cause sequelae. You should think about it clearly."

The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment. Although he really needed to wake up his second son, he was also a little hesitant when he thought of the sequelae.

The middle-aged man saw this,

He said in a low voice, "Dad, let my brother rest first. If he wakes up in a few days, let's ask him."

"In a few days?" Hearing this, the white-haired old man immediately hardened his mind, and he said firmly, "Use the highest power electric shock, the highest dose of cardiac injection, and wake him up now. This The trash caused a lot of trouble, and I still had the face to sleep, and after a few days, the day lily was cold."

He couldn't help but harden his heart, it was billions of dollars, and he was defeated by this stinky boy. Such a large amount of liquidity involves tens of billions of dollars in the Xiang family's business.

If he was young, he would have killed this stinky boy early in the morning. After his son died, he was reborn. If such a large sum of money was gone, it would really hurt the Xiang family.

Hearing his father's words, a smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. Immediately, he stopped smiling again.

He walked quickly to President Zhang and said in a low voice, "Director Zhang, use a lower power of the electric shock, and the dose of cardiac acupuncture should not be too large. I believe that with the superb medical skills of the doctors, my second Brother, there will be no sequelae."

Dean Zhang looked at his insincere words with contempt, and said casually, "We have experience in this kind of thing, so we won't mess it up. You go and sign the treatment plan. You asked for the treatment plan, we just follow yours. Ask to act."

"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man nodded, turned his head and immediately turned into a dutiful son, walking towards the white-haired old man with a humble face, "Dad, let's go sign."

"Alas!" The white-haired old man sighed, "If that stinky brat had half of your ability, I wouldn't have to worry about it."

The middle-aged man said softly, "My brother is still young, he will be fine in a few years."

"Still young?" the white-haired old man said angrily, "He's in his thirties, and he's still a little fart. When I was at this age, I already had you and my own company. Know how to play with women."

"In a few years, in a few years, this is the first time I have said it. It has been many years." The white-haired old man said angrily. Frozen soul: white bones alone

The white-haired old man and the middle-aged man walked out of the intensive care unit cursing.

Seeing these two leave, the beautiful nurse who had been taking care of the second young master of the Xiang family took a few deep breaths and complained in a low voice, "Rich people are really hypocritical, sons are not like sons, and Laozi is not like Laozi. ."

"That's the ugliest thing you haven't seen before. There are more broken things in the poor's family." Dean Zhang said disapprovingly, "I persuaded you long ago, don't be a doctor or nurse, an angel in white, bah. We've seen it before. more dirty things than anyone else."

"Grandpa, don't try to convince me that saving lives is my dream." The pretty nurse said firmly.

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Grandpa, are you really going to give this patient an electric shock and a cardiac injection? This will affect his health."

Dean Zhang said lightly, "Of course I'm not doing these things, the Xiang family will naturally find a doctor they know to do it."

"That's not the same." The pretty nurse said with some dissatisfaction.

"Then what do you think, is it possible to force them to be transferred?" Director Zhang said disapprovingly, "They are the family members, and they are the guardians who decide what treatment the patient receives."

"But, Grandpa!" said the pretty nurse dissatisfied. "As a doctor, isn't it supposed to save the dead and help the wounded and the poor? The patient needs to rest, but we go to shock him and give him a booster. This is too inhumane."

Dean Zhang's eyes widened, and he said with a look of surprise, "Who told you that the doctor is helping the dying and the poor?"

He said disapprovingly, "Healing the dead and the wounded, helping the poor and the needy, that's a god. A doctor is a craft. He sews and mends, cuts, cuts, prescribes medicine, injects infusions, and cuts flesh for blood transfusion."

He added, "Of course, occasionally, we also work as a part-time aunt of the neighborhood committee, serving as a psychological counselor. Especially for those little broken children who want to commit suicide for a trivial matter but don't die."

"You", the pretty nurse puffed up and glared at her grandfather. She did not expect that her grandfather, whom she had always regarded as a hero, would say such things to those patients.

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