"I don't care, just send me five thousand yuan quickly, I don't have any money to spend!"
Give you a spanking.
Her father passed away when she was in her second year of junior high school. Before he died, he left Yan Nian a sum of money for her to study in college.
But all that money was spent by Ma Xueyan before Yan Nian graduated from high school.
After going to college, she worked hard and studied, and was able to support herself with tuition and living expenses. If Ma Xueyan was kinder to her, she might still be filial to her.
But since her father died, she has changed her moral character, arrogant and arrogant all day long thinking about how to take advantage of her. How can there be such a mother
Yan Nian was about to hang up the phone when he heard Ma Xueyan's sharp voice coming over again, "I don't care, you must bring it back this weekend for me to review, or I will go to your flower shop and destroy it."
Depend on! !
What the hell is this
Yan Nian was speechless and hung up the phone, with a deep voice, and took two strong breaths.
Only then did Jiang Beiyuan's eyes fall on her, "What's wrong?"
Yan Nian snorted and said angrily, "Mom wants us to go home for dinner this weekend."
Jiangbeiyuan was stunned.
Suddenly he laughed.
The smile was deep and gorgeous, his eyes were firmly locked on her, and his thin lips were lightly parted,
"Say what you just said again."
Yan Nian was confused and raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, "Mom asked us to go home for dinner this weekend. What's wrong?"
Is there anything wrong with what she said
Jiang Beiyuan clenched one hand into a fist, put it to his lips and coughed twice.
It was as if he was hiding his smile but was afraid that she would see it.
He hummed, his voice obviously becoming brighter, "I'll go back on Saturday, I have to go back."
After saying that, he put away the chessboard, stood up, and spoke with a feeling of shock, "I have to thank Mrs. Jiang for letting me go today. I'll continue next time."
Yan Nian: "..."
Why is this man so sullen and coquettish? He still behaves well when he gets an advantage.
…
The next day.
Sure enough, as Zhang Fan said, Jiang Beiyuan was almost pierced by the eyes from the first floor to the eighth floor of the hospital.
He didn't read much of the hospital's forums, but thinking about it, he knew that yesterday's incident of him going behind Yan Nian's back must have caused a stir.
If it explodes, it will explode.
He didn't care about that.
Today is Thursday, at 8:30 in the morning, there is a regular morning meeting of the Thoracic Surgery Department.
The conference room was packed, everyone had arrived, but Jiang Beiyuan was late.
Unfortunately, this guy came late, and no one dared to say anything. The best seat was reserved for him early, for fear of accidentally neglecting him and making this guy unhappy.
The person in charge of the overall situation is Wang Shuang, director of the Department of Thoracic Surgery.
Looking around, Wang Shuang saw that everyone was here, and Wang Shuang spoke, "Yesterday, a patient was sent here who had hemoptysis for four months. A CT scan revealed a left thoracic tumor with a diameter of 15cm, which was compressing the left lung. This is the patient’s examination report—”
As he spoke, he pushed the report directly in front of Jiang Beiyuan, who was closest to him.
"See if you can do this surgery."
Jiang Beiyuan was the first person to perform surgery on the chest. If he couldn't perform a level 4 major surgery, usually no one else could.
Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his chin with one hand, stared at the CT scan for a few seconds, nodded lightly, and spoke in a low voice, "It can be done, but I can only guarantee that the success rate of the operation is 80 to 100 percent. Between ninety and ninety.”
Eighty or ninety percent
It’s already very high, okay!
Wang Shuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, "Okay, as long as you can do it. With Dr. Jiang here, the reputation of our Central Hospital's Thoracic Surgery Department will last forever."
Everyone: "..."
Wang Shuang is the head of the department, but his medical skills are not as good as Jiang Beiyuan's. He flatters Jiang Beiyuan more than once or twice, and everyone is not surprised.
(End of chapter)