Miracle doctor tao yun

The autumn wind is cool.

The office was filled with smoke, which suddenly moved with the wind. Half of the soot was burning. With the shaking of fingers, it was scattered and scattered. There were more than ten cigarette butts lying in the ashtray.

Zhang Heming's forehead full of meat frills is tightly wrinkled. He suddenly takes a cigarette and presses the cigarette end to death in the ashtray again. His other hand has already picked up the phone on the table.

Dudu

After ringing for a long time, he got through. His throat surged and his mouth opened. He had a lot to say, but only one sentence remained: "the patient has recovered!"

"Is the patient cured?"

He was stunned for a long time, as if immersed in shock. After a full minute or so, some dry voice sounded: "how can it be so fast? Is TCM really so magical

Zhang Heming didn't answer, just sighed and asked, "Professor Wu, what do you want to do now?"

"What to do?"

Opposite is Wu Yuanliang, Leng Leng, subconsciously asked.

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with Zhang Heming from the beginning to the end. It was between Wu Yuanliang and other professors and ye Shaochuan that they made the gambling agreement. Zhang Heming was really confused when he asked this.

However, Wu Yuanliang was still in a state of shock just now, so he didn't quite understand Zhang Heming's meaning. But when he looked back, he knew that what he was asking was not what he was going to do, but what he was going to do?

Because ye Shaochuan is from Zou Changchun, at least on the surface. Now ye Shaochuan has cured the patient and won the gambling contract. He has successfully left a deep impression on Deputy Secretary Wang. Wu Yuanliang doesn't know much about the power struggle of the first municipal people's Hospital and is not interested in it. However, it is obvious that Zhang Heming has lost more than one battle.

Originally, Zhang Heming had the eldest brother-in-law of the director of the Municipal Health Bureau, who was the vice president of the hospital on the surface. In fact, his position was even more special than that of the president. Even Zou Changchun did not dare to fight against him for fear that he would wear shoes.

However, it's different now. Zou Changchun succeeded in relying on Deputy Secretary Wang. It can be said that Zou Changchun has found a strong backing. Relatively speaking, his elder brother-in-law is nothing.

In this way, it is bound to lead to changes in the power structure of the Municipal First People's court. I am afraid that the directors and professors who had been with him would be relieved.

There's no way. In a large hospital like the first municipal hospital, the power of leadership depends more on political factors than on ability. Zhang Heming can imagine his days of losing power, which is definitely not what he wants.

After sitting in the office for such a long time and smoking a pack of cigarettes, I was thinking about what to do now, how to turn passive into active, and how to press Zou Changchun again.

Unfortunately, his head was about to explode, but he didn't think of any way. When he called Wu Yuanliang to talk about it, he asked subconsciously.

Hearing Wu Yuanliang's same subconscious rhetorical question, Zhang Heming immediately recovered and said, "it's OK. I just want to ask Professor Wu what to do now. After all, the gambling is still going on."

Zhang Heming didn't mention the gambling appointment, but Wu Yuanliang was in a worse mood. When he made the gambling appointment, he firmly believed that ye Shaochuan could never cure brain cancer. He didn't know that now he was cured, and it took him a short time. Now he's a little hard to get off.

In fact, it's no big deal to admit the existence and role of traditional Chinese medicine, but Wu Yuanliang knew he couldn't do it. Even before Deputy Secretary Wang said that traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine coexisted.

For nothing else, just because he used to sneer at TCM, now he suddenly says that TCM exists and works, which is no different from beating his own face.

Wu Yuanliang has been in the medical field for so many years. His reputation is more important than his life. He can't get rid of his reputation and slap himself in the face.

However, he himself agreed to the gambling agreement, and Deputy Secretary Wang witnessed it, so it was impossible for him to go back on it.

At the thought of Zhang Heming asking himself what to do, Wu Yuanliang was very upset. He couldn't help thinking about what to do with Lao Tzu and what matters to Zhang Heming?

Although he thought so in his heart, the other party always supported him, and there was also a eldest brother-in-law of Yuanzhou Health Bureau. He could not say anything about it, so he could only suppress his boredom and said: "Dean Zhang, I have no clue about this matter. I'll think about it carefully and reply to you."

"Well, it's ok..."

Zhang Heming opened his mouth and was about to continue to say something, but he heard a busy beep on the phone. Did the other party hang up so directly?

For a moment, Zhang Heming's anger was like pouring gasoline, and it exploded: "dog, I dare to hang up my phone..."

With a bang, Zhang Heming smashed the phone on the table. His face was already twisted. His forehead was blue and his eyes were red.

In the past, Wu Yuanliang was very kind to him. He didn't even have a strong accent. Now that he is losing his power, he dares to hang up directly."It's really deceiving. Even if I lose power, you're not the best one." Zhang Heming grabs the ashtray and slams it out.

Bang Bang

The ashtray rolled on the stall, hit the wall and stopped. There was only one floor of ash, like an ugly mouth, laughing wildly.

Ding Ding Ding

At this moment, suddenly the mobile phone rang. Zhang Heming didn't want to answer it, but he thought that maybe things would turn for the better. Although he knew that it might be very little, he picked it up quickly.

It's my son Zhang Xiaoqiang!

Seeing this, Zhang Heming suddenly thought of what his son had said he would do to Ye Shaochuan. His heart moved and he quickly got through the phone.

"Zhang Heming, why are you so slow to answer a phone call?" In the mobile phone, Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold and domineering voice came out.

"Son of a bitch, I'm your Lao Tzu. Can you call Zhang Heming?" When Zhang Heming heard this, he was very angry. When he got to his mouth, he forgot all he wanted to ask. All he had to do was roar, "what's the matter with a phone call? I'll hang up if I have nothing to do!"

"Hold on, something's up!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly stopped.

"What's the matter?"

After all, he was his own son, and Zhang Heming was very fond of him. He was angry for a moment, and soon asked, "are you causing me trouble again?"

"Not yet, but soon. Do you know who I saw today?" Zhang Xiaoqiang said with indifference, and then asked.

"Who?"

Zhang Heming asked subconsciously.

"Ha ha, guess!" Zhang Xiaoqiang's reply was very poor, but without waiting for Zhang Heming's black face to get angry, he quickly added: "it's LV Qingxue!"