15 minutes ago.
In the ward next to Qin Lu, Song Moqi was sitting in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube hanging on him. He was breathing rapidly and his face was purple.
Red spots the size of copper coins appeared again on his face and hands.
"Master Song, are you okay?" Qin Shan, the old butler, stood beside her and asked with concern.
Song Mo Ai didn't speak, but tried hard to breathe high concentration of oxygen.
On the screen in front of him, the quarrel in the conference room was already heating up.
It was said to be a quarrel, but in fact it was just a massacre.
Qin Tang faced Qin Tianming, Dr. Huo, Toshikawa Einosuke and others.
No matter from a medical point of view or from a family point of view, they are at a disadvantage.
The old housekeeper looked at Song Mo Ai silently. He didn't look at the situation in the conference room on the screen at all. None of that matters, because Master Song is here.
The larger the family, the more attention it attaches to Feng Shui masters, especially those who have inheritance, have passed the test of time, and have worked together for many years.
As for the chaos there, the old housekeeper didn't care.
A few minutes passed, and under the influence of high-purity oxygen, Song Mo's symptoms were relieved a lot.
Her body softened a little and regained some vitality, and the old housekeeper also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come here again." Song Moqi said lightly.
"Thank you for your hard work." The old housekeeper bowed.
At his age, it is very difficult to bend down so deeply.
But in order to express respect for Master Song, I can only do this. Moreover, this has been a rule for many years, starting from the previous generation of Master Song - Uncle Song.
Song Mo Ai looked at the picture on the screen, listened to the fierce quarrel on the other side, and said: "Uncle Shan, push me over."
"Okay." The old housekeeper said, "I'll notify Lawyer He."
Lawyer He, one of the top three barristers in Hong Kong, has a high reputation and status.
If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Qin was dying, the Qin family wouldn't have been able to keep Lawyer He at Heyang Hospital in the middle of the night.
The old butler Qin Shan still had countless trump cards in his hand. He glanced at the quarrel in the conference room indifferently, then dialed Lawyer He's phone number. After saying a few words, he pushed Song Momo out of the ward and towards the conference room.
In the conference room.
Toshikawa Einosuke held a stack of inspection reports in his hand and waved them in front of his face, as if doing so would make his words more authoritative.
"All the examination and analysis results showed that it was Alzheimer's disease, but the doctor at the public hospital you called said it was diabetes! Do you still have any scientific knowledge? Even if you don't know the simplest medical knowledge, common sense should always You know."
Qin Tang had just come back. Faced with the accusation, he lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists.
What Su Yun said about him before was still so true.
"Qin Tang, you have gone too far in this matter." Qin Tianming said coldly: "When I heard Mr. Zou's introduction, I also wanted to see Dr. Zheng from 912. But he was very arrogant. , rejected my request."
"I'm just a doctor in a public hospital. Would you go to a public hospital to see a doctor? Even for the simplest physical examination, you wouldn't go there."
Whether it was facts or logic, Qin Tang had nothing to say. But after Zheng Ren and Su Yun turned around and left, he felt a sense of loss.
Zheng Ren looked like just an ordinary young man, but he had an inexplicable reassuring aura about him.
Especially the moment he left, Qin Tang made up his mind to try again no matter what.
Somehow, Qin Tang had an "illusion" that Boss Zheng could cure his grandfather's Alzheimer's disease.
"Uncle, Boss Zheng is not an ordinary doctor from a public hospital. He is a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize." Qin Tang explained desperately.
"The candidate for the Nobel Prize must be a gimmick created by the public hospital." Dr. Huo put on his black suit again, as if attending a funeral. "To put it bluntly, in the medical circle I am familiar with, as long as people with normal IQs , don’t even think that doctors from public hospitals can win Nobel Prizes.”
"..." Qin Tang didn't expect that Dr. Huo, whom he fostered, would speak like this.
He looked at Dr. Huo angrily, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes.
Things have become clear. Grandpa's side may not be able to hold on any longer, so these clowns have changed their faces.
"Qin Tang, please stop talking. Since Mr. Sinney Crosby has given the final diagnosis and advice, I have decided..." Qin Tianming was talking when Lawyer He hurried in with his assistant.
"Hello, Lawyer He." The expression on Qin Tianming's face was even more sad, because he knew that Lawyer He was responsible for matters related to the will, "My father's matter..."
As he spoke, his voice became choked and unsustainable.
"Mr. Qin Tianming, at the invitation of Mr. Qin Shan, I am here to announce another section of the client's trust," Lawyer He said.
Another portion
Are there any changes to the will
Qin Tianming was immediately stunned.
"According to the client's instructions, it is up to Mr. Qin Shan to decide whether to provide medical assistance to extend life and other related matters when he is dying." Lawyer He took out a copy and handed it to Qin Tianming.
Oh, not a will.
But Qin Tianming immediately felt resentment in his heart.
Whether his father needs treatment or not, his biological son has no say, but the right to speak is given to the housekeeper Qin Shan!
Are you the son of the Qin family? !
"Lawyer He, I am the legal first heir, and it was stated in the previous will." Qin Tianming glanced at the document. He knew that he would not be able to understand what was said in the document in a short time. Lawyer He simply explained that it should be is the final outcome.
"There is no conflict with this entrustment. Moreover, Mr. Qin Lu is still alive, and the client's will has not taken effect yet." Lawyer He said lightly.
"I believe Shan Bo will agree with me." Qin Tianming smiled and said.
"No." The old butler Qin Shan's voice came from the door, "Master Song has made a choice, and Dr. Zheng from 912 will be responsible for the treatment."
Qin Shan pushed the wheelchair and walked in.
Dr. Huo's eyes suddenly lit up.
Is this the legendary and mysterious Master Song? !
But then he was a little disappointed, it was really a woman, he knew it from the rumors. But her condition was not good, and it seemed that her condition was not much worse than Qin Lu's.
There are even rumors that Song Mo Ai is pregnant with a demon fetus. If she is pregnant for ten months, she will eat Song Moji after birth and nourish herself with her mother's flesh and blood.
Of course, Dr. Huo thinks this is just a rumor.
As a doctor, Dr. Huo could tell from Song Mo's breathing that she was seriously ill, most likely an allergy or something like that.
The opportunity I had been waiting for finally came!
Dr. Huo adjusted his suit and leaned over.
"Master Song, hello, I am Huo Mengbo from Heyang Hospital." Dr. Huo introduced himself: "Your condition seems to be very serious. Which doctor treated you?"