In a certain villa in Deep Water Bay, Dr. Huo, who was living with him, was disturbed by the ringing of the phone.
It's very annoying to have your sleep interrupted.
Dr. Huo glanced at his phone. It was a call from the hospital.
It's Qin Lu who is failing, Doctor Huo guessed.
But he didn't get nervous, instead he pressed down his breath first.
It would be best for Qin Lu to come back to life, which means there will be a huge red envelope, but this is just a beautiful dream.
According to Dr. Huo's judgment, Qin Lu would not survive more than a month. In fact, he may die at any time.
Although this will result in less income, that's okay.
Dr. Fok is very satisfied to be able to live in Deep Water Bay, not far from the Li family villa, which is surrounded by mountains and is known as the number one Feng Shui treasure in Hong Kong.
In Xiangjiang, doctors are a high-income group and there are not many jobs. This kind of high-paying but decent job is what many people dream of.
He suppressed his anger and answered the phone.
"Dr. Huo, the situation has changed!" the doctor on duty said anxiously.
"Change? Is Mr. Qin's condition getting worse? You can just do symptomatic treatment. Why do you need to call me?" Dr. Huo was very unhappy. He stood up, walked to the living room that was nearly a hundred feet away, opened the refrigerator, and took a bottle water.
"No, it was a doctor from a public hospital in the imperial capital who was invited to see the patient. It is said that there has been progress." said the doctor on duty at Heyang Hospital.
"Imperial Capital? Public hospital?" Dr. Huo breathed a sigh of relief and said unhappily: "Do you think there are any good doctors in public hospitals?!"
"Dr. Huo, that's the imperial capital, which is different from ours."
"That's impossible! When I went to the Imperial Capital to give lectures a few years ago, I saw their patients.
Like the sea, every doctor is exhausted. In this state, the doctor will collapse at any time.
They are busy seeing doctors every day, and as for research, they have no time at all. Basic research is progressing slowly, let alone making any breakthrough discoveries about Alzheimer's disease, a disease that is a headache for the world. "Dr. Huo said disdainfully.
"No, no, Dr. Huo, listen to me." Seeing that he was about to hang up, the middle-aged doctor over there said immediately: "The doctor from the Imperial City Public Hospital said it's not a neurological disease, but excessive insulin secretion. lead to… "
"Please be scientific!" Dr. Huo took a sip of water and felt a little unhappy that his sleepiness had dissipated a lot. "There is no problem with the endocrine system. Mr. Qin does not have diabetes and there is no risk."
“…”
"If nothing happens, I'll die." Dr. Huo said, "Don't tell me these things in the future."
"Doctor Huo, Master Song is here just now." The person on the phone said in a low voice.
Dr. Huo woke up instantly.
"Master Song? Is that that one?"
"Um."
"What did Master Song say?" Dr. Huo asked nervously.
"She didn't speak, but she didn't leave either. I saw her go to the reception room next door."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Dr. Huo hung up the phone.
He rushed to the hospital without putting on his clothes. Instead, he held the bottle of water in his hand and stood in front of the large French window.
The dark night is the curtain, reflecting the figure of Dr. Huo.
A doctor from a public hospital? There was a hint of sarcasm on Dr. Huo's lips. He thinks his smile is beautiful and has a strong affinity.
When he went to the imperial capital to give lectures a few years ago, he saw with his own eyes the huge crowds of patients.
There was also a family member of a patient who held a banner saying that the evil doctor intentionally killed someone.
With that kind of work intensity and working environment, it is still possible to diagnose and treat some simple and common diseases.
But do they have time to access the world’s cutting-edge technologies
Dr. Huo would not believe such nonsense.
He knew how much the medical laboratory would cost. How could those large public hospitals in the imperial capital be so rich
Totally impossible!
No money, no time, exhausted all day long. Dr. Huo also didn't understand that the honorable profession of a doctor could be treated like this by his colleagues in the imperial capital.
For those poor people who cannot afford to pay, let them die. Why waste a lot of manpower and material resources on treatment
And misdiagnosing Alzheimer's disease as diabetes... How could such an outrageous diagnosis be revealed? Dr. Huo didn't quite believe it.
There should be at least a basic medical and scientific attitude.
The key is that the Qin family is one of the few wealthy and aristocratic families in Xiangjiang! Why did you find such an unreliable doctor
Dr. Huo was confused.
But this is not important.
Doctors in public hospitals in the imperial capital were like ants in his eyes.
They have no dignity and are subjected to overloaded labor like worker ants. News of sudden death of doctors comes from time to time.
How high can such a person be in terms of technical skills
So he scorned so-called large public hospitals.
There is no technical content, and some cutting-edge technologies are completely unknown to doctors! Even if they are directors, professors, or even academicians, in Dr. Huo's opinion, they are just like illiterate.
But what he values and is worthy of a trip in the middle of the night is the legendary Master Song.
This is already the third generation of Master Song.
After the death of the second generation Song Bo, the third generation Song Master went deep into the countryside and was rarely seen by ordinary people.
However, Master Song is quite proficient in the study of Feng Shui Kanyu and Plum Blossom Yishu. There are several stories that are both true and false in Xiangjiang, all talking about Master Song's actions to reverse the situation.
Dr. Huo won't care about the rumors spread by ignorant people.
But among the many wealthy people in Xiangjiang, there are indeed some who, like the Qin family, regard Master Song as their honored guest.
There is a reason why rich people are rich. Dr. Huo's respect for wealthy people comes from the bottom of his heart.
Master Song, if I have the opportunity to enter Master Song's eyes this time and give you a few words of advice, maybe my career and financial fortune will be even better.
Thinking of the mysterious Master Song, Dr. Huo's smile became much more respectful and humble.
Although he has not yet faced Master Song, his respect from the bottom of his heart is already reflected on his face and body.
After drinking all the water, Dr. Huo changed his clothes.
The color of the tie seems a bit wrong, not dignified enough, and a bit gaudy.
Get another one.
Slightly rigid and conservative.
I don’t know what colors Master Song likes, and whether my performance can impress Master Song.
Dr. Huo changed three or five ties, like a woman going out, choosing over and over again, and finally favored a certain tie.
Although I was still a little dissatisfied, I ran out of time.
Dr. Huo was a little regretful. It seemed that he needed more clothes to suit various occasions.
Otherwise, like today, if you suddenly encounter a huge opportunity, and finally fail because of some small details, it would be ridiculous.
wrong!
Mr. Qin may not be able to hold on anymore today, so he has to wear a black suit.
Before leaving the house, Dr. Huo suddenly remembered this matter.
He hurriedly went back and changed his clothes again.