Chapter 601： The hypocrisy of the rich

Chapter 601: The Hypocrisy of Rich People

He bowed and said sincerely, "Excuse me."

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

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

The white-haired old man said coldly, "Don't care about him, just wake him up. This stinky boy knows that he is in trouble, and this time he has caused me a big trouble. He will do all the little things, and give it to me. Caused such a big trouble."

"He just flicked his hands and fainted with anger. This kind of dull thing is better than dead."

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

In fact, he saw a lot of such things. The unscrupulous person in front of the bed for a long time, no matter who it is, whether it is a loved one, or a family member of blood. As long as one person is ill for a long time, wait for various family ethics dramas to be staged.

He saw a lot of family troubles in the hospital, father and son crippling, couples torn, **** couples. Whatever weird things happen to be commonplace in the hospital.

Birth, 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 his life have become accustomed to all human tragedies.

He hesitated for a while, and then continued, "It's not impossible to wake him up. After all, he is healthy, but he is over-fatigued. An electric shock, a cardiotonic shot, and some adrenaline will wake him up immediately. It’s not impossible to come here."

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

"At this time, using these methods to wake him up will cause a serious burden on his body, and even cause sequelae. You have to think clearly."

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

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Dad, or let my brother rest first. If he wakes up in a few days, let's ask him."

"In a few days?" Hearing these words, the white-haired old man immediately hardened his mind. He said firmly, "Use the maximum power electric shock, the maximum dose of cardiac acupuncture, and now wake him up. This is this. The waste caused a lot of trouble, and I still have the face to sleep. A few days later, the day lily was cold."

This couldn't help but he didn't harden his heart, but that was billions of dollars of funds, so he was defeated by this stinky boy. Such a large amount of circulating funds involves tens of billions of business in the Xiang family.

If he was young, he would have beaten this stinky boy to death. The son is dead and reborn. If such a large sum of money is gone, it will really hurt the Xiang family.

Hearing what the old man said, a smile hung over the middle-aged man's mouth. Immediately, he stopped smiling again.

He walked quickly to Dean Zhang and said in a low voice, "Dean Zhang, the power of the electric shock should be lower, and the dose of inotropic acupuncture should not be too high. I believe that under the superb medical skills of the doctors, my second My brother will not have any sequelae."

Dean Zhang looked at his insincerity with a look of contempt, and said casually, "We have experience in this kind of thing and will not mess up. You sign, the treatment plan is your initiative, and we just follow yours. Ask to act."

"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man nodded, turned his head and immediately became a filial son, and walked up to the white-haired old man with a humble expression, "Dad, let's sign."

"Oh!" The white-haired old man sighed, "That stinky boy, if half as capable as you, I won't 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 is in his early thirties and he is still a small ass. At this age, I have you and my own company. Know to play with women."

"In a few years, in a few years, this is the first time I have said it, and it has been many years." The white-haired old man said angrily. Frozen Romance of the Bones

The white-haired old man and the middle-aged man left the intensive care unit cursingly.

Seeing these two people leave, the beautiful nurse who had been taking care of the second youngest of Xiang's family just now took a few deep breaths and whispered, "The rich are really hypocritical. Sons are not like sons, and Laozi is not like Laozi. ."

"That's uglier things you haven't seen. There are more troubles in poor people's homes." Dean Zhang said disapprovingly, "I persuaded you long ago, don't be a doctor or nurse, angel in white, I've seen it. We have seen There are more dirty things than anyone else."

"Grandpa, don't try to convince me. It is my dream to save the dead and heal the wounded." The beautiful nurse said firmly.

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

Dean Zhang said lightly, "Of course I didn't do these things. The Xiang family will naturally find a doctor who is familiar with them."

"Isn't that the same." The beautiful nurse said with some dissatisfaction.

"Then what do you want Is it possible to force them to transfer?" Dean Zhang said disapprovingly, "They are the family members, and they are the guardians who decide what treatment the patient receives."

"But, Grandpa!" said the beautiful nurse dissatisfied, "As a doctor, shouldn't it be necessary to save the dead and help the poor? The patient needs a rest, but we went to electrocute him and give him a cardio-injection. This is too inhuman."

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

He said disapprovingly, "It's a **** to save the dead and the wounded, help the poor, and help the poor. A doctor is a craft, sewing and repairing, cutting and cutting, prescribing medicines and infusions, and cutting meat for blood transfusion."

He added, "Of course, occasionally, we also work part-time as residents' committee aunts, as psychological counselors. Especially for those little broken children who want to commit suicide for a little bit of trouble and have not died."

"You", the beautiful nurse puffed her face and glared at her grandpa. She did not expect that her grandfather, whom she had always regarded as a hero, would actually talk about the patients like this.

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