Chapter 249 Ugly Face

Did that damned woman take the wrong medicine? Did Gao Jianzhang provoke her?

Originally, he was still apologetic, but when he heard this, his expression turned ugly: "Well, how much does it cost, you just say it, can't you just pretend that I hired you?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but whoever wants to say a word, the chief deputy director is furious: "Boy, what place do you think this is? How can the heart of a doctor and his parents be equated with money?" What he said was righteous. , proudly.

Can't spend money? Tang Fang was a little dazed, he felt as if he had walked into a dead end, and things were not as simple as he thought.

"Calm down, calm down, think about it carefully, what is the problem? Is it because you speak in the wrong way, or did you accidentally touch the opponent's scales?"

As the mood returned to calm, Tang Fang finally found out the crux of the matter. Everything started from the moment he reported his family, and the doctors present here recognized that he was here to kick the hall. And what I just said bluntly that I want to hire them with money is no less than an insult to certain people who think highly of themselves and think that doctors are a glorious and great profession, but they have a glass heart. At the very least, it shouldn't be said in public. This is the same reason as if the red envelope is given secretly, the doctor will definitely not accept it on the face of it.

To put it bluntly, I want to be a bitch, but I also want to set up a memorial archway.

No wonder, after I reported myself, I was keenly aware that the attitude of several doctors towards me had changed from indifference to hostility. If they were local doctors in Rector, maybe they would restrain themselves a little bit, but... a doctor from outside Luard went to the local hospital to dictate, no doubt, this touched their backs.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake. If one's own treatment plan is successful, it is tantamount to slapping the hospital in the face, and some good people will add fuel to the whole thing. After ingenious "artistic processing", it has been sublimated to the regional level.

Luillard, a young doctor who came here on his honeymoon, easily resolved the difficult problems that Rector's medical circle could not solve with his gestures. This kind of thing not only slapped the hospital in the face. It even slapped the faces of all the medical workers in Rector.

If their plan is unsuccessful and the patient dies for some reason, as assistants, their faces will definitely not be radiant.

Regardless of the outcome, this matter will have a negative impact on the reputation of the hospital.

"Dean, Tang Fang also has good intentions, you first calm down, calm down..." When he frowned and said nothing, Gao Jianzhang was still trying to adjust the tense atmosphere at the scene.

It was the same old woman with a sneer on her face. Yin Yang said strangely: "Doctor Gao, how much did this rich Mr. Tang give you? You defend him like this.

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"Natalie, you! You are too much."

Tang Fang watched coldly. He found that the middle-aged female doctor named Natalie looked at Gao Jianzhang with resentment and unwillingness. A series of complex emotions such as jealousy and admiration.

"Doctor Gao, I'm not angry." The vice president said blankly, "On this matter, if I were you, I would choose to shut up."

"Principal, do you want me to notify the security guards?" a Yubaoyan on the left side of the vice-principal asked flatteringly.

Save lives and heal the wounded? What a joke, these beasts in human skin. When did you put the patient first? What about their medical ethics? Eaten by a dog? White-clothed and black-hearted, colluding, shouting to abide by medical ethics, but in reality? Fame and honor are more important than the patient's life? The damn bureaucratic thinking and formalism have been integrated into the blood and into the marrow of the bone.

Maybe in their eyes. Doctors are just a profession to earn money and support their families. They are no different from ordinary people. Money, status, and power are their eternal pursuits.

Tang Fang suddenly felt that the family members of those patients were very sad. Of course, including myself. Faced with the pain of their loved ones, most of the time, ordinary people can only humbly beg these people to donate their savings, their smiles, and even their dignity. However, more often than not, in their eyes, a patient is just a piece of experimental material, an opportunity for promotion, or even a simple tool for prescribing high-priced drugs and earning kickbacks.

Unlike them, Gao Jianzhang is a conscientious doctor, but so what? A person like him is just a drop in the ocean, so small that a small wave can overturn it.

Killing and setting fire to the golden belt, repairing roads and bridges without corpses. This is the sadness of an era and the retrogression of human nature.

Tang Fang turned around and walked towards the door. He didn't want to take another look at those people at the conference table. Once upon a time, the strong advocated the law of the jungle over and over again for the sake of the weak, who had peace of mind. After hundreds of years of precipitation, the idea of ​​the weak and the strong has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... They succeeded!

The strong enjoy the wine pool and meat forest with peace of mind, while the weak can only bend their backs, open their empty eyes, and reincarnate in the tragic world time and time again.

He had just walked to the door, and he didn't want to run into Hal Smith, who was waiting impatiently and came to look for him.

"How?" The old professor asked casually.

"The hospital doesn't allow it."

"What?" The old professor who was walking side by side with him was stunned, and pressed his shoulder: "Who made the decision?"

"I don't know, a vice president."

"Huh." The old guy was originally small-minded, and when he heard that the hospital had rejected his treatment plan, his blood rushed to his brain, his temper was violent, and he grabbed Tang Fang's hand, without saying a word, turned around, rushed into the room.

The vice president was teaching Gao Jianzhang a lesson when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from the opposite side. He thought Tang Fang had gone and returned, so he yelled sullenly, "Do you dare to come back? Believe it or not, I'll call the security immediately."

"Really? I'll wait for you to call security." At the same time as the old voice sounded, Hal Smith's furious face appeared across the meeting room.

Hearing this, the deputy dean's eyes turned cold, and he was about to explode. He suddenly raised his head to look at the face of the person opposite him, the expression on his face froze, and his whole body deflated like a deflated ball.

"Old...old professor, you...why are you here?" The deputy dean stood up all of a sudden, his whole face trembling, the anger on the left cheek was still there, and a flattering smile appeared on the right cheek.

The dozen or so doctors next to him were all stunned. Who knew the name of Hal Smith, a worker in the field of Rector brain science?

"He...how did he come here? Still holding the hand of that foreign doctor?"

"Isn't Professor Hal attending an academic seminar at George University in Orovia? Why did he suddenly appear here?"

"This old man is narrow-minded and hot-tempered. Look at this expression of asking questions, who offended him again?"

Everyone in the room looked at each other, seeing the old guy holding Tang Fang's hand, gradually, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, "Could it be that the two of them know each other?"

"Who rejected Lao Tzu's plan? Who is it?" Hal Smith glanced around, and finally fixed his eyes on the chief deputy dean: "Say, is it you?"

"The plan? The treatment plan mentioned by the foreign doctor is his? It's old Hal's?" Everyone was dumbfounded, and they all looked at the chief vice president who was restless.

"It's broken, it's broken." The vice-principal is complaining endlessly now, feeling as if there is a big stove sitting under his buttocks: "How could this happen? The plan that kid was talking about was actually Professor Hal's."

If he knew this earlier, he wouldn't dare to veto it even if he had a hundred thousand guts. Hal Smith is not an ordinary person, he is impatient, and he is the vice president of the Ministry of Health with a phone call.

"Where's Azat? Where's that brat Azat? Tell him to come see me!" The old guy said angrily without even looking at the vice president.

The full name of the kid in his mouth is Azat Dule, and he is the director of this hospital.

Sweat dripped from the deputy dean's forehead, and he ran up to him on tiptoe: "Old professor, the dean is on a business trip, my name is Anadura, the vice dean and director of the brain department of the hospital, you always have It's the same as telling me what to order."

"Tell me?" Hal Smith squinted his eyes and nodded, bowing his head like a puppet army spy: "Didn't you deny my treatment plan just now?"

Anadura said with an aggrieved face: "I didn't know it was your treatment plan. If I knew it was in your hands, I wouldn't dare to say that if I had a hundred courage."

After hanging around in Vanity Fair for a long time, no matter how honest people are, they will become smooth, let alone people like Anadura. He turned his head and said to Tang Fang with a smile on his face: "Doctor Tang, if you said it was Professor Hal's treatment plan early in the morning, how could I veto it?"

Tang Fang watched coldly and didn't even reply.

Anadura blushed, smiled dryly, then turned around and winked at the doctors on both sides of the conference table.

Pointed chins, fishy eyes and the others quickly stood up and echoed: "Professor Hal, please believe that we all have a heart of admiration for you. If we had known that you were in charge of this medical plan, we would definitely support it. "

Hal Smith is also a donkey. Hearing this, his face turned pale. He turned his head to look at Tang Fang, who was indifferent and disdainful of these people. He sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

“There is a proverb in my hometown, ‘Being an official is not making decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes.’ Dean Anandura, I would like to hear your interpretation of this sentence.”

"Hehe, hehe..." Anadura could only laugh and said, "Doctor Tang, I was wrong, can't I be wrong? Don't embarrass me if you don't remember villains."

"Hmph." Tang Fang snorted coldly and stopped talking. If Tang Lin was not still on the hospital bed, if this guy was not just a doctor, not a dog official and nobleman of the common people, he would have already been a cold corpse lying on the ground.

Seeing Tang Fang let go, Anandura let out a long sigh of relief, knowing that if he was settled, the matter was half settled.