15 minutes ago.
In the ward next to Qin Road, Song Mozhen was in a wheelchair, hung with an oxygen tube, shortness of breath, and his face was purple.
Red spots on the face and hands of copper coins have emerged.
"Song Shi, you don't matter." The old butler Qin Shan stood by her side and asked with concern.
Song Mozhen did not speak, but tried to breathe high concentrations of oxygen.
In the front screen, the quarrel in the conference room has become hot.
It is a quarrel, but it is just a killing.
Qin Tang faced Qin Tianming, Dr. Huo, and Li Chuan Rong Zhisuke and others.
No matter from the medical point of view or from the family point of view, it is the best.
The old housekeeper silently looked at Song Mozhen, the situation on the screen in the conference room, he did not look at it. Those are not important, because Song is here.
The more a big family, the higher the importance attached to Mr. Feng Shui, especially the gentleman who has passed down, tested and cooperated for many years.
As for the chaos on the other side, the old housekeeper did not take care of it.
After a few minutes passed, the symptoms of Song Moxi were alleviated by the high purity of oxygen.
Her body was slightly softer, and she recovered some vitality, and the old housekeeper was relieved.
"It’s been another time." Song Mozhen said faintly.
"You have worked hard." The old butler was squatting.
His age is so deep that the waist is so deep that the difficulty is great.
But in order to express respect for the Song master, this can only be done. Moreover, this is a rule for many years, starting from the previous generation of Song Shi Song Bo.
Song Mozhen looked at the picture on the screen and listened to the fierce quarrel. He said, "Shan Bo, push me over."
"Good." The old housekeeper said, "I inform He."
He is the top three barrister in Xiangjiang. His fame and status are very high.
If it wasn’t because Qin’s father couldn’t see it, the Qin family couldn’t help the lawyer to stay in the hospital in the middle of the night.
The old butler Qin Shan had countless cards in his hand. He looked at the quarrel in the conference room indifferently, then dialed the phone number of Mr. He. He simply said two words and pushed Song Mozhen to leave the ward and walk to the conference room.
In the conference room.
In the hands of Li Chuan Rong Zhisuke, he took a test report of a scorpion and waved in front of him. It seems that doing so can make his words more authoritative.
"All the results of the examination and analysis indicate that it is Alzheimer's disease. The doctor in the public hospital you have found is that there is no scientific knowledge in diabetes. Even the simplest medical knowledge, you don't know, but common sense should always know. ""
Qin Tang just came back, facing the accusation, he bowed his head and made a fist with both hands.
Before Su Yun said his words, it is still so real.
"Qin Tang, you have done something too much." Qin Tianming said coldly on the side. "When I heard Mr. Zou’s introduction, I also wanted to find Dr. Zheng from 912 to take a look. But that side is very arrogant. Refused my request."
"It’s just a doctor in a public hospital. If you go to a public hospital, you will go to a public hospital. Even if it is the simplest medical examination, you won’t go there.”
Whether it is fact or logic, Qin and Tang have nothing to say. However, after Zheng Ren and Su Yun turned away, he had a feeling of loss.
Zheng Ren looked at just an ordinary young man, but he was inexplicably with a temperament of peace of mind.
Especially when he left, Qin Tang made a decision, and he had to try again anyway.
In the midst of it, Qin Tang has an "illusion" that Zheng boss can cure his grandfather's dementia.
"Da Bo, Zheng Boss is not a doctor in an ordinary public hospital. He is a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize." Qin Tang explained desperately.
"Nobel Prize candidate is definitely a gimmick made by public hospitals." Dr. Huo put on a black suit again, like attending a funeral. "If you are rude, in the medical circle I know, as long as the IQ is normal. I don't think doctors in public hospitals can get the Nobel Prize."
"" Qin Tang did not expect that the doctor Huo will raise this way.
He looked at Dr. Huo in anger, but he did not see a panic in his eyes.
Things have been clarified, and Grandpa’s face is estimated to be untenable, and these jumping clowns have changed their faces.
"Qin Tang, you don't want to talk. Since Mr. Sinnick Rossby gave the final diagnosis and suggestions, then I decided that" Qin Tianming was talking, and Mr. He hurried in with his assistant.
"He, lawyer, hello." Qin Tianming's expression on his face is even more mournful, because he knows that Mr. He is responsible for the issue of the will, "My father's business"
Said, his voice choked, unsustainable.
"Mr. Qin Tianming, I am inviting Mr. Qin Shan to invite another person to entrust the trustee." He said.
Another copy
Is there still a change in the will?
Qin Tianming immediately stopped.
"According to the account of the people, at the time of dying, whether to give medical assistance to continue life and other related matters, Mr. Qinshan made a decision." He filed a copy and handed it to Qin Tianming.
Oh, not a will.
But Qin Tianming immediately hated the heart.
Whether his father is going to be treated, his own son has said nothing, and the right to speak is actually handed over to the butler Qinshan.
In the end, is it the son of the Qin family?
"He, lawyer, I am the legal first heir, and the previous will has also been elaborated." Qin Tianming glanced at the document. He knew that he could not understand the things in the document in a short time. It is the final outcome.
"There is no conflict with this entrustment. And Mr. Qin Lu is still alive, and the will of the client has not yet taken effect." He said faintly.
"I believe Shanbo will agree with me." Qin Tianming smiled and said.
"No." The voice of the old butler Qin Shan came from the door. "Song Shi has made a choice, and Dr. Zheng from 912 is in charge of treatment."
Qinshan pushed the wheelchair and came in.
Dr. Huo's eyes brushed up and suddenly lit up.
This is the legendary mysterious Song teacher.
But then he was a little disappointed, a woman, knowing it in rumors. But her state is not good, it seems that the condition is not much lighter than Qin Road.
There are even rumors that Song Mozhen is pregnant with a magical tire. In October, when you are born, you will eat Song Mozhen and nourish yourself with your mother's flesh and blood.
Of course, this is just a rumor.
As a doctor, from the breath of Song Mozhen, Dr. Huo can hear that her illness is very serious, and it is likely to be a disease of allergies.
The opportunity to wait for myself has finally arrived.
Dr. Huo sorted out the suit and scraped it together.
"Song Shi, hello, I am Huo Mengbo who is raising a hospital." Dr. Huo introduced himself to "Your condition seems to be very serious, which doctor is receiving the doctor"