Chapter 723

Staring at the information on the mobile phone screen, Su Hao couldn't find any reason to explain it for a while.

After hesitating for a while, Su Hao raised his head and asked, "is there anything I can do for you?"

For Su Hao's active hospitality, Liu Yutong didn't appreciate it. He nodded coldly, glanced at Su Hao and said in a bossy voice: "Feng Bo is responsible for the medical expenses, but Weiwei needs to rest now, but the intensive care unit can't go in with money."

As soon as Liu Yutong's voice fell, Su Hao turned and hurried away. Liu Yutong and Feng Bo looked at each other. After looking at each other, they didn't know what Su Hao was going to do.

Feng Bo, who has always been observant, doesn't want to stay next to Liu Yutong who is in a bad mood. This chick's temper is really not covered.

Since learning that Zhou Weiwei's jump has something to do with Su Hao, Liu Yutong has taught Feng Bo several times.

Just now, Feng Bo was still mentioning Su Hao's careless eyes. Needless to think, if Liu Yutong didn't send this evil fire on Feng Bo, it would be a strange thing.

Feng Bo knows that things are bad and he can't protect himself. After a few words of comfort to Liu Yutong, he quickly followed Su Hao's footsteps and ran away.

After wandering around Kyoto Hospital for half an hour, Su Hao and Feng Bo finally found the dean's room.

Walking to the door of the dean's office, Feng Bo scratched his head and asked with a puzzled face: "Boss, what are we doing all the way to the dean's room? As I told you just now, Kyoto Hospital is not for ordinary people. Even if we have money, it may not be easy to work here. Those special wards are for important government officials. Let's not waste our efforts. Let's think of other ways."

Feng Bo's statements are basically true. Even Su Hao feels that Feng Bo has lived in Beijing since childhood and knows more about Beijing than himself.

In other cities, perhaps the richer people are, the more privileges they can get. There is a saying in Beijing that throwing a brick at random can kill dozens of directors.

This sentence is somewhat exaggerated, but it is still somewhat credible.

In other cities, the director level can't lead several followers, but in Kyoto, the country's political power center, the director level person is a fart.

Because of this, places like Kyoto Hospital, the greater the power, the more privileges they will enjoy here.

After pondering for a moment, Su Hao said with a gloomy face: "how can I say that the injury of Zhou Weiwei is inextricably related to me, and I should help. As for whether I can find a suitable intensive care unit, let it be fate."

After that, Su Hao gently knocked on the mahogany door, "Dong Dong!"

"Please come in!"

When he pushed the door, he saw an old man with gray hair looking at the academic report in his hand with presbyopia glasses.

The old man looks about 60 years old. The wrinkles around his eyes are like weeds. They grow wildly with the accumulation of years.

The thick pouch makes the old man look a little old.

Turning his eyes, he caught a glimpse of two strange young people coming through the gap of presbyopia glasses. The old man seemed to understand the purpose of their trip.

"You are the patient's family! Please sit down." the old man smiled kindly and warmly greeted Su Hao and Feng Bo to sit down.

Feng Bo urged his fat hands, and his cunning eyes glanced back and forth at the dean's office. The thief's smiling face looked like a greedy little vendor.

"Dean, my name is Feng Bo. I've heard a lot about the dean. I've long heard that the Dean has the medical skill of reviving the dead and reviving the dead, which is comparable to the rebirth of Bian Que and Hua Tuo." Feng Bo complimented the Dean with a smile.

The old Dean's white eyebrows slightly showed an unhappy color, but he still asked with a smile: "what's the matter with you? Talk straight. Don't hide it."

Hearing this, Su Hao said bluntly, "Dean, my friend is seriously injured and needs rest. I wonder if you can make it convenient to transfer my friend to the intensive care unit."

Feng Bo helped to say, "well, Dean, don't worry, we can take full responsibility for the money."

The old Dean smiled warmly and foolishly. Seeing that Su Hao and Feng Bo were thirsty, he took the initiative to get up and put two cups of hot water in front of them.

"I understand the feelings of the family members of the patients, and I'll tell you the truth. Many family members of the patients come to my office every day and put forward the same requirements as you." the old Dean put the academic report on the table and said in a deep voice: "Some of the family members of these patients have strong financial resources. But the problem is that the resources of the intensive care unit are very limited, and they are basically reserved for government heads. You also know that the hospitalization control of important military and political officials must be very strict, and they even need to test drugs for meals. Therefore, I can't help you with your requirements."

The old Dean blocked his words directly, leaving no room for Feng Bo and Su Hao to maneuver.

"If you have other requirements, I will instruct the following attending doctors to do as much as possible." the old Dean immediately added tactfully.

Seeing this, Feng Bo helplessly shrugged his shoulders, turned his head to Su Hao and muttered, "boss, I've already said no, I'd better think of other ways."

Think of other ways? What else can we do now.

With a long sigh, Su Hao stood up with a lost look and walked with Feng Bo towards the door of the dean's office.

"Boss, I have to say that Zhou Weiwei really likes you. When she was unconscious, she kept talking about your name. Su Hao's cry was like her husband." Feng Bo whispered jealously.

Su hao?

As soon as the voice fell, the old Dean stood up, looked a little excited, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to call Su Hao and Feng Bo.

"Wait, you two stay."

Feng Bo and Su Hao turned in surprise and looked at the old Dean.

"Your name is Su Hao!" the old Dean stretched out his thin yellow finger and pointed to Su Hao.

Somehow, Su Hao nodded suspiciously: "yes, my name is Su Hao."

"Do you know Gu Jun, Dean Gu?" said here, the old Dean felt that there were more people called Su Hao. Why did he meet Su Hao who had been looking for so coincidentally. "Sorry, I may have recognized the wrong person."

But next, the old Dean heard the answer, so that his ass just sitting on the leather chair rubbed and ran away again.

"I know president Gu Jungu. His daughter is Gu Xiaobai. Am I right?"