Song Ying sent Zheng Ren away and hurried back to 912 from the Imperial Capital Airport.
It was already noon when he returned to the hospital.
In 912, there is still a huge flow of people.
After asking, Song Ying went directly to the CT room. Chu Huainan sat on the hard plastic chair outside, waiting for him quietly.
"Boss, are you done?" Song Ying saw that the boss's expression was neither sad nor happy, and he felt unsure. The boss always has this expression on everything, and can't observe what is happening at all.
"Yes." Chu Huainan said calmly: "What disease did Boss Zheng diagnose for me?"
"He said that Behcet's disease syndrome may cause aortic dissection and aneurysm." Song Ying did not hide it.
He couldn't guess whether Chu Huainan knew or not.
Rather than telling lies, it's better to be honest. At least it's okay now and there won't be any unpredictable consequences.
"Yes." Chu Huainan nodded and said, "That's what Director Chu said. Song Ying, Boss Zheng can do this."
He uses declarative sentences, like commenting on something. He holds a high position and has great power. Turning his hand becomes clouds, turning his hand becomes rain. A single word can determine life or death.
His own illness seemed to have no emotional impact at all.
Song Ying said: "Boss, what did Director Chu say?"
"He said that the risk of surgery was too great, and it was better to do interventional surgery. He contacted me, Director Mao Chi of the Vascular Department, but I refused." Chu Huainan said.
Song Ying was a little anxious, frowned, and said: "Boss, we still need to treat it. Once the aortic dissection aneurysm ruptures, it will be fatal, but if..."
"I asked and was told that Boss Zheng can do it." Chu Huainan said with a smile: "It's been so long, and it won't be more than three to five days. We'll wait until Boss Zheng comes back."
"..." Song Ying was speechless.
If I had known this earlier, I would have kept Boss Zheng at all costs.
If the boss's illness was delayed in order to go to Horqin for surgery, wouldn't it be nonsense? Although Song Ying is not as professional as a doctor, he still knows the dangers of aortic dissection.
But he also knew about Chu Huainan's unerring temperament. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said he wouldn't go to the hospital and even asked Zheng Ren secretly.
"Okay." Song Ying sighed, "Boss Zheng said that after throwing knives, he will play in the Gobi Desert for two days."
"It's okay." Chu Huainan stood up, shook his Chinese-style placket, and wore handmade cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. He looked like an ordinary old man in the imperial capital.
His apparent age is at least ten years older than his actual age.
"Boss, wait a moment, I will arrange..."
"I'm not going home. Director Chu of the special needs ward has already been contacted. Just go directly." Chu Huainan said: "How do you know this boss Zheng?"
"It's a long story. Director Chu took him to my place for dinner last year..." After Song Ying briefly recounted the process of getting to know Zheng Ren, he said with emotion: "I missed it. I originally thought it would take at least ten years. I didn’t expect Boss Zheng to soar into the sky.”
"Haha." Chu Huainan smiled, noncommittal.
Song Ying ran around and contacted Director Chu, and Dr. Liang came to take him through the hospitalization procedures and arrange for him to be hospitalized.
Chu Huainan took things as they came, and didn't think the conditions in the special needs ward of 912 were that bad.
Although those who can be admitted to the special needs ward are not ordinary people, the conditions here are much better than those in other wards. But no matter what, it can't compare to home.
When I arrived at the ward, there was a noise in the room next door, and then Director Cai from the special needs ward came out with an ugly face and seemed to be running away.
When he saw Chu Huainan, he quickly said hello and then left.
"Director Cai, what's going on?" Dr. Shen felt strange and asked.
"Oh, don't mention it." Director Cai shook his head. He ignored Dr. Shen and went back to his office.
It's normal to be ignored by the chief director. Dr. Shen doesn't have a glass heart.
Seeing Director Cai's expression, he knew there must be something wrong, and his curiosity suddenly emerged. It is said that in the special needs ward, those who can stay are either rich or expensive, and the work here is much easier than in the ordinary ward.
Of course, some retired veteran cadres are more difficult to serve, but that's about it.
"Thank you, Dr. Shen." Chu Huainan said with a smile.
"It's okay, you're welcome." After saying this, Dr. Shen turned around and left the special needs ward.
He did not go back to the CT room directly. Instead, seeing that Director Cai was not in the corridor, he went in to chat with the resident manager of the special needs ward.
They were all familiar with each other, and there was nothing unusual. Dr. Shen asked directly about the situation. It's no small thing that can make the chief director of 912 turn around and run away. What's more, he is the director of the special needs ward. He knows many important people.
The resident in the special needs ward was dumbfounded and said, "Don't mention it. The old man is suffering from geriatric diseases, so it's not a big deal for him to communicate."
Dr. Shen did not interrupt him and listened curiously.
"His son is in big business and flies all over the world." The resident said, "Don't you have time to take care of him? I was worried that the nanny wouldn't be able to take care of him, so I arranged for him to be here with us."
Dr. Shen clicked his tongue.
The cost of staying in the special needs ward of 912 is no worse than that of a five-star hotel.
Being able to arrange it here proves that they are not short of money. The son was okay, and he didn't leave the old man alone.
"When I ask about his condition, the patient is very kind, and there is nothing special about him. But as soon as he talks about his son, he loses his temper." The hospital manager smiled bitterly, "I don't care about anything else."
"What's there?" Dr. Shen was curious.
"He gave money to so-and-so." The hospital manager had a strange expression on his face, "Tell me, no one dares to listen to what he dares to say."
"I guess it's a lie. You gave the director some money during the Chinese New Year, and you still want to go home and tell him? And instead of telling your wife, you want to tell your father?" Dr. Shen said.
"Yes, why don't you think this father wants his son to be well?"
"Maybe I want my son to accompany me."
"Then what? The business is gone? Is life over? He leaves happily, and his son starts over again when he is 50 or 60 years old? That's a bit too old, right?"
There is no answer to this kind of ethical question. The two just gossiped for a while and Dr. Shen left.
Before leaving, he took a look at Chu Huainan's ward and thought to himself that this was a sensible person who knew that he had to ask Boss Zheng for surgery.
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For more than an hour, the plane began to descend almost as soon as it climbed to altitude.
Soon we arrived at Tongliao Airport. Rather than walking from Baita International Airport, it is closer to Horqin.
Zheng Ren felt that next time he came here, it would be more worry-free to drive.
"Boss, do you feel that the air here is full of the smell of the Gobi Desert?" Su Yun asked.
Xie Yiren took Zheng Ren's arm and was no longer shy. She looked curiously at this small airport with only three tarmacs. The white clouds in the distance were as fluffy as cotton candy.