Qin Man wanted to ask whether the noodles should be put in peppers, but as soon as he approached the bedroom, he heard a faint choking sound from inside.
He put his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't get in in the end.
He temporarily turned off the fire, picked up his phone, walked to the balcony, and made a call.
When the other person picked it up, he asked, "Are you busy?"
"Are you under surveillance in my hospital?" The dean took off his white coat and breathed a sigh of relief, "I just got off the operating table and was about to rest. What's wrong?"
Qin Man looked at the street lamp in the distance, and his eyes were light: "I have something to ask you for help."
The dean was a little surprised.
Qin Man has always been a leader among his peers since he was a child. He never bothered his elders, and seldom asked them for help—at least for him, this was the first time.
Of course, asking him to help keep the injury a secret is not one of them.
"Just say it." The dean paused and added, "It's not good to endanger patients or damage medical ethics."
"Of course not." Qin Man smiled and said his request.
The dean agreed without even thinking, and finally hung up the phone after a few words about his right hand.
On the other side, Mrs. Ji looked worriedly at the person on the hospital bed.
The old housekeeper had persuaded her to go home and rest many times, but she refused. Her mind is in chaos, her emotions are tumbling, and she can't sleep.
It was on the way out of the company that Ji Guo fainted. His disease came suddenly this time, and the doctor asked them to be mentally prepared before entering the operation, but the result was no accident, a malignant brain tumor.
If treated properly...it's not a big problem to persist for more than three or four years.
Hearing the doctor's words, Mrs. Ji almost fainted.
The doctor said a lot later, and 1 in 10,000 cases were singled out to comfort her, which made her even more uncomfortable.
Ji Wei was sitting next to her. His face was haggard. Although he was still wearing a suit, he was not as energetic as he was half a month ago.
He didn't expect Ji Guozheng's illness to be so serious.
Although I learned some unspeakable things about my father, but the other party raised him for more than 20 years, saying that it is impossible not to be sad. He rubbed his eyebrows and tried to look calm: "Grandma, go back to rest first. Dad wakes up, I'll contact you again."
"I'm not going back." Mrs. Ji sneered and said with a sullen face, "You will leave your father here and play like running away from home again."
Ji Wei was helpless: "Grandma."
"Your father's illness is mostly caused by you being angry." Mrs. Ji wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and at this time she did not forget to Zhang Luo, "If you get married as soon as possible, he may be in a better mood."
Ji Wei had nothing to say: "Grandma... Forget it, I won't argue with you."
Mrs. Ji didn't speak any more. She sat on the chair and looked at the people on the hospital bed.
Three or four years.
Still optimistic.
None of her grandchildren can take over the burden of eternity. She originally valued Ji Wei the most, although he didn't want to get married, he was good at work anyway. But during this time she found that Ji Wei and his biological mother were in close contact.
That woman has bigger ambitions than those old shareholders.
This is also the reason why she and Ji Guozheng decided to recall Ji Ran to the company. One is to manage it easily, and the other is to beat Ji Wei so that he has no other ideas.
Thinking of Ji Ran, Mrs. Ji's head hurts even more.
At this time, the ward door was opened. The dean walked in and nodded, "Old lady, long time no see."
Mrs. Ji has a wide network of contacts, and because she is old, everyone is willing to give her a little face.
"Long time no see." Mrs. Ji quickly packed up her emotions and greeted, "You look very tired, just finished your work?"
"so far so good."
The dean responded, took the medical record from the doctor beside him, and took a closer look, "He should usually have headaches in this situation... How did he delay it until now?"
Mrs. Ji has been abroad all the year round, how can she take into account so much. She glared at Ji Wei before saying, "We were negligent."
She glanced at the person behind her and smiled, "Dean, let's talk somewhere else?"
The dean hesitated and nodded. The two went out into the corridor together.
Unsurprisingly, Mrs. Ji hoped that he could take over the post of Ji Guozheng's attending doctor, and asked for a separate ward for Ji Guozheng.
The dean's face did not show, and he was secretly surprised.
It was really guessed by Qin Man.
When Mrs. Ji made these requests, she was well-informed. After all, they had friendship, and many people in his family were engaged in business, so it was just right for them to be convenient to each other.
Who would have thought, the other party was silent for a while, and then said, "Old Madam, I'm really sorry."
"I currently have a lot of patients in my hands, and there are many things in the hospital that I need to take care of. I can't make time to take charge of one more patient. In fact, Mr. Ji's current attending doctor is very capable and highly qualified. Giving it to him is exactly the same as giving it to me. Don't worry."
Is she not worried? !
The doctor can even say "it's not a big problem to persist for more than three or four years", how can she believe it
"As for the ward..." As if the dean could not see the dissatisfaction on the old man's face, he continued, "The hospital's ward is very tight during this time, and many patients are queuing for beds, so I really can't make a single room for you. ."
Mrs. Ji was dumbfounded, and she lowered her voice: "But this quadruple room is too... crowded." She found a good adjective and patiently said, "When I came to the hospital before, wasn't there a separate ward? That way? is good."
"There's really no way."
"It's all people's ideas—"
The dean nodded: "I'm sorry."
The son just got off the operating table, Mrs. Ji was in a bad mood, and her tone was inevitably a little uncontrollable: "Are you not willing to help this?"
The dean's face was pale, and he threw out the top 1 scumbag quotes: "If you want to think so, I can't help it."
It was the second day when Ji Ran received the call. He was sitting side by side with Qin Man and playing video games.
He looked at the plane icon on the screen that was always moving towards him: "Boss is coming... Can your plane stay away from me?"
Qin Man paused for a while, then turned and said, "... You are so yellow."
Ji Ran was in control of his small plane, and he didn't understand at once: "What yellow... fuck."
It took him a long time to react, and the plane he was controlling hit the rocks on both sides, and the game was over.
"… "
"It's hard to reach this level." Qin Man said regretfully.
Ji Ran resisted the urge to call the police: "Shut up."
Start a new round, before entering the game, select the interface of the fighter plane, Ji Ran said: "Wait... We two change planes."
Qin Man raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Why the fuck is this.
Ji Ran was expressionless: "I don't allow your plane to be bigger than mine."
That's when the call came in. At the beginning of the game, Ji Ran was operating with both hands. When the bell rang, he didn't bother to look at the caller ID, and answered it.
On the phone, Mrs. Ji got straight to the point and asked him if Qin Man could tell the dean to change the ward and the attending physician.
Ji Ran was not in a hurry to hang up.
It takes two sentences to make him seem polite.
"I can't tell you. The hospital doesn't have the surname Ji. You say that if you change the ward, you will change the ward, and if you change the doctor, you will change the doctor. Then who would dare to open a hospital?"
He said lazily, "The hospital is built for the purpose of treating diseases, and it is not responsible for serving people. Anyone who can be an attending doctor has the ability. The four-person room in the hospital is equipped with a private toilet. What are you dissatisfied with?"
Mrs. Ji was taken aback by what he said, and before she could react, she was hung up.
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On the day of the race, Ji Ran went to the garage first.
The maintenance man saw him and stopped his work: "Brother Ran, you are here today."
"Well." Ji Ran looked around, "Where's your boss?"
"Office." The maintenance hand said, "The car is in the garage."
"Thanks."
Ji Ran turned back and said to the people behind him, "You are waiting for me here, I'll go up by myself. The owner of this shop is a little wrong and doesn't like crowds."
Qin Man hummed.
The maintenance man who heard others say bad things about the boss: "..."
Qin Man sat on the sofa in the reception room and glanced around casually.
This is obviously a private repair shop. Although the venue is not as big as a big-name repair shop, the decoration is very delicate. Even the walls of the reception room have many racing models, each of which looks expensive.
Ji Ran came here first to discuss with the boss about the new car. If he wants to open a club, the car must be in place first.
The second is to pick up his new car.
He ordered a matte black sports car. The accessories are not the most expensive, but the appearance is absolutely cool. When he drove it out of the garage, compared with the colorful sports cars next to him, it was absolutely handsome.
The car was ordered by him several months ago, and it was only delivered to him now. It has a temporary license plate on it.
The owner of the garage is a bearded uncle. The two walked out of the office, and the boss stopped: "I'll take you here. If there is any problem with the car, just drive over."
"What do you think of my car?" Ji Ran also stopped and asked.
The boss is inexplicable: "nonsense, I did it all by myself."
"Then you can help me hang it and sell it."
The boss frowned, thinking he heard it wrong: "What?"
"I bought the whole car at 1,400. I drove it once today, and it's considered second-hand." Ji Ran's attitude was casual, "The resale price is 1,000, 800... You can figure it out. A seller will contact me."
Boss: "... Why is the money burning in your pocket?"
Ji Ran also smiled: "I'm short of money recently."
If these words are combined with his current bank card balance, it is estimated that many people will vomit blood.
The boss didn't hesitate: "I'll lend you."
"No." Ji Ran said, "Also, are there any commercial vehicles with better performance recently? The kind of classic car that is suitable for driving to talk with people... Get me one, the latest model, and the price is optional."
"..." The boss was speechless, "Why, have you changed?"
"No, I bought it as a gift."
The boss understood and asked casually, "Girlfriend?"
"Almost." Ji Ran smiled loosely and corrected him, "Boyfriend."
Ji Ran's car almost caught the attention of the entire lane as soon as it hit the road.
The temperature is just right these few days, and the cool breeze is slow. Ji Ran has been using the air conditioner for several days at home. Today, he simply opened the car window and let the natural wind blow.
At the red light, Qin Man put down his phone and was about to say something when he turned his head and saw a white sports car parked beside them outside the car window on Ji Ran's side.
There were four women in the sports car, dressed in sexy clothes, and two of them were smoking.
The woman in the passenger seat had a particularly charming smile, her elbows on the window... Chao Ji Ran whistled.
Ji Ran glanced at them and ignored them.
"Little brother." The woman was not discouraged, she asked with a tender smile, "Is it going to the Mancheng Circuit? Add a WeChat?"
Several other people immediately agreed. They have exquisite facial features and cute and charming clothes. Although they are chatting up, their temperament is easy-going and does not make people feel cheap. If it was someone else, they would definitely have a chat.
And Ji Ran's hand has been placed on the window button.
He was about to close the window when Qin Man suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap his neck around him, leaned forward a little, and looked at the person outside the car window.
"Sorry." Qin Man smiled and said lightly, "His partner likes to be jealous, so he specifically told me not to let him add other women to WeChat."