Six Hundred and Thirtieth Chapters Are Not Easy

Meng Shan made some preparations and took the morning flight to the capital.

On the morning flight from Guangdong Province to Beijing, the elites in suits and leather shoes were full. Meng Shan was sitting in the business class, looking at the people around her, and then at the people behind her. She felt an inexplicable pride—no matter which one of you , Anyone with a broken leg, broken arm or broken waist has to come and beg me.

After the pride, there is an inexplicable emptiness.

In the past few days, Meng Shan hasn't done any surgery, and Dongke's business is also a little weak.

Of course, Dongke didn't have much business in the past. Its daily routine was to show children a cold, make a tooth for someone, or do some medical checkups for pregnant women. Earning is the money of those who don't want to queue.

When it comes to surgery, most of the middle class cannot afford it. Meng Shan also didn't bother to make money from the girls. Like the Putian department, it was too difficult to cut tens of thousands of dollars out of raw meat and pay sales and doctors.

What Meng Shan wants to develop more is actually the group of people in China who have super-good commercial insurance, that is, the group of people who are flying around.

In the past, Meng Shan liked to look at the people around her, and even observed their movements and gait, so that when it came time to perform surgery on such people, she could be relatively accurate.

"I knew I wouldn't make trouble for myself." Meng Shan looked at it, her mouth bitter.

To tossing Ling Ran is Meng Shan's idle time for her own layout. At least at the time, he thought he was idle.

How could he have imagined that a random move by himself would actually be backlashed back.

Regret or something is fleeting in Meng Shan's mind.

He wanted to go to the capital right now, talk to Ling Ran, apologize or something, and calm the matter down.

The reason why he was looking for Ling Ran instead of the Qi family was because Meng Shan knew that the Qi family's asking price must be very high.

Once local bosses like the Qi family gain the upper hand, they can't be satisfied with a piece of meat. What's more, Meng Shan didn't have much meat for the opponent to bite.

In contrast, Meng Shan felt that Ling Ran should be more convincing, at least, giving him a car or something would be enough.

Thinking of this, Meng Shan felt a little pain again.

A car is a lot of money, although he knew that Ling Ran usually drove a Jetta,

But if you want to give it away, you have to start with a B-class car, and if you take into account the factor of apology and compensation, you have to give it a Mercedes-Benz that doesn't leak oil.

To be honest, even if he went to a private hospital, Meng Shan's income was at the level of the director of a tertiary hospital, and he definitely couldn't reach the income of the director of the orthopedics department.

Whether he really wants to pay such a large sum of money, Meng Shan is still going to see.

He thought about it all the way, his brows were so wrinkled that his skin was broken. Before getting off the plane, he went to the bathroom to rub his face, rearranged his clothes, and listened to the small suitcase all the way. Like a welcoming pilot, he quickly left the airport, went to the pick-up gate, and met his old classmates in Beijing.

"Old Hei." Meng Shan and his old classmate held hands tightly.

The more difficult it is, the more precious the friendship between classmates becomes.

Meng Shan's grades were good when she was studying, but she had less contact with her old classmates. After all, the more time she spent dealing with books, the less time she spent dealing with people.

Meng Shan took Lao Hei's hand, shook it vigorously, and looked him up and down.

Lao Hei is already a typical middle-aged doctor, with dark circles, less bags under the eyes, and crooked and deformed fingers. It is obvious that he has paid a lot for medicine these years. However, as far as Meng Shan knew, Lao Hei's medical path was not very smooth, at least not as smooth as he was.

Apart from finding a job within the establishment in the capital, Lao Hei, a doctor, did not do well. Up to now, he is still an internally hired deputy senior. After reaching the sub-high level, after a few years, the hospital will temporarily give the same treatment. Compared with the normal sub-high level, it seems that the difference is not bad, but in fact it is quite different, which is equivalent to the sub-high level outside the establishment.

In the capital, Lao Hei's conditions cannot be said to be good.

However, Lao Hei himself is a sociable optimist, even if something goes wrong with his spinal surgery, he still straightens his back, with a cheerful face.

"It's not easy to see you. How long can I stay here?" Lao Hei patted Meng Shan on the shoulder and said, "I've arranged for a hotel in front of our hospital. Don't think it's a bad class, just this condition..."

"Shall I come to the hotel by myself?" Meng Shan still said a few words politely. Seeing that Lao Hei insisted, she agreed, sighed again, and said, "I was pecked by a wild goose this time. People talk about things."

"I've heard about you." Old Hei didn't hide it, and said, "Old Ban called me and asked if there was anything I could do."

"The old class is very nice." Meng Shan couldn't help but say with a nostalgic tone as she spoke, "When I was in medical school, I thought it would be enough to be a doctor. I didn't expect that it would be so complicated to become a doctor."

"Well... what do you want to do?" Old Hei was also a little immersed in the memories of his school days.

Meng Shan shook her head, and said helplessly, "What can I do, first go see Ling Ran and see how he offers the price."

He didn't say that he was going to give a car. It's best to do this kind of thing in private. Even if it's an old classmate, there's no need to talk about it in such detail.

Old Hei had nothing to do, led Meng Shan to the parking lot, and said in his mouth: "Ling Ran is in the Sixth Hospital of Jinghua recently. I asked someone to ask someone, and they said that he opened a case of throwing knives, and then stopped."

"What happened?" Meng Shan suddenly became delighted.

If something happened to Ling Ran, especially if it was a medical accident, it would be easier on his side, and there would be more room for mediation when it comes to operations.

However, Old Hei shrugged his shoulders: "The specific situation is not very clear, but the case of throwing the knife that I have done, there should be no problem on the surface. Doctors from other hospitals have seen it, and the prognosis is said to be pretty good."

Meng Shan curled her lips: "The prognosis of liver cancer is hard to tell. You can't see it just by looking at superficial things..."

Speaking of this, Meng Shan suddenly felt that there was no need to rush to see Ling Ran.

He looked to the side and asked, "Old Hei, is there anything you can do to take me to see that patient, the patient who Ling Ran threw the knife at."

"Simple." Old Hei answered very happily.

It was only after arriving at the Sixth Hospital that Meng Shan knew why Lao Hei agreed so happily.

Not only did the Sixth Hospital not block the news or restrict visits, on the contrary, the Sixth Hospital deliberately transferred the patient who had undergone surgery on Ling Ran to an independent intensive care unit. Doctors from other hospitals only need to pretend to register, and they can be separated from each other. Glass tour.

If you want specific information or release a patient, it is relatively complicated, but the medical and political department of the Sixth Hospital is also open to convenience. As long as you have the certificate, you can enter within the specified time, and the patient and family members can also enter the hospital. They have all signed the agreement, and they are not disgusted by the large number of medical staff coming in and out.

Meng Shan followed Lao Hei to see the patient, the video data, and the physical and chemical examination data of many days. After looking at each item, Meng Shan was speechless.

He is in sports medicine, but ordinary medical examinations are fine. As for the postoperative condition of a liver cancer patient, a little research can give him a good idea.

But the one in front of him obviously exceeded expectations.

"Dr. Ling's skills are incredible, and the patient recovered very well."

Meng Shan and Lao Hei stood in front of the glass wall, and their ears perked up when they heard the word "Ling".

"There is really nothing to be picky about in liver cancer surgery. From a technical point of view, there is very little liver removed, and the liver function recovers very quickly, especially for older patients. Dr. Ling's surgical method can be said to be very practical..."

"It's not just practical. This kind of surgical method actually has considerable promotional value. It's not just intraoperative inspection. Many people may not be able to grasp this, but other than that, all series of operations Handling is also very particular.”

Meng Shan followed the voice and saw the profiles of the two talking doctors.

After a little discrimination, he recognized it.

Turning her head, Meng Shan whispered to Lao Hei, who was facing the consultation: "One is a doctor under Ling Ran, and the other is Xu Wen from the Sixth Hospital."

"I've seen Xu Wen." Lao Hei hesitated to speak, and after a while, listening to the conversation between the two, he couldn't help saying: "I didn't expect him to be so good at licking."

"Let's meet the opponent." Meng Shan's face was full of disdain, and the alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

No matter how simple a person is, after being licked like this for many years, he will probably become arrogant. Now it seems that if he wants to simply persuade Ling Ran, he should be better than the two in front of him in terms of verbal preparation.

Meng Shan frowned slightly, this is not an easy task.