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- Swallowing her anger, Qiangwei kept all her dissatisfaction in her heart, not because she didn't want to report that the time had not come yet. Rose has plenty of patience to wait.
After Yang Zongbao took the money, he took a taxi to Seattle.
Because Yang Zongbao¡¯s face is full of beard, his appearance has changed a lot. In addition, when Westerners look at Easterners, they are just like Easterners looking at Westerners. They are not very good at distinguishing their appearance. Therefore, when Yang Zongbao walked into the hospital, no one recognized him.
"Sir, what's the matter with you?" A male nurse couldn't bear to see Yang Zongbao wandering around in the emergency room, so she had no choice but to ask.
"Well, I'm looking for George." Yang Zongbao didn't know who to look for.
"Looking for George?"
As soon as Yang Zongbao heard this voice, his scalp began to explode. Pierre in the emergency room, with walking genitals, appeared behind Yang Zongbao and blew into his tight neck.
Yang Zongbao turned around immediately, fearing that he would have physical contact with Pierre to avoid being infected with any bad diseases. Although this possibility is very small, Yang Zongbao just avoids him unconsciously.
Pierre was originally going to put his hand on Yang Zongbao, but when he saw that Yang Zongbao was so concerned, he could only retract his hand angrily: "Acting President George is not that easy to see."
Yang Zongbao couldn¡¯t stand Pierre¡¯s enthusiasm. You must know that Yang Zongbao and Pierre do not have a great friendship. To be honest, the two of them had only met a few times. But it was these few appearances that made Yang Zongbao feel that Pierre was famous.
"Trouble, Dansi is fine too." Yang Zongbao could only settle for the next best thing.
"Dance? Why? Looking for the same thing as me." Pierre circled around Yang Zongbao.
"Pierre came to the emergency room with a head injury." Suddenly someone shouted at the door of the emergency room.
¡°My, my, let me come.¡± Because of this little episode, Pierre couldn¡¯t wait to raise his hands and rush towards the door.
Yang Zongbao breathed a sigh of relief. But before the breath was fully exhaled, he was hugged by a strong arm.
¡°Doctor Yang, woo hoo, where have you been this year?¡±
Yang Zongbao was shaken so much that he almost vomited: "Mitchell, calm down." Yang Zongbao sighed, the enthusiasm of the black aunt was unquestionable.
"Yang, where have you been this year? How did it become like this?" Mitchell couldn't calm down for a moment. Yang Zongbao almost died from the smell of her armpits: "Mitchell, how long has it been since you took a shower?"
"Huh?" The black aunt finally felt a little embarrassed and put away her enthusiasm: "I've been working overtime these days, so I haven't paid attention, hehehehe." Mitchell scratched his head in embarrassment, the butterfly sleeves on his arms Shaking badly.
Yang Zongbao hated the cold, and Mitchell gained weight again.
"Where's George?"
¡°I don¡¯t know, but Dance is on the roof, preparing to take the helicopter out for field work.¡± Mitchell said, shaking his head.
"Oh, what about George?" Yang Zongbao had no choice but to settle for the next best thing.
"It seems that he has followed."
"Really? Who is in danger?" Yang Zongbao was surprised. He could let his two generals go into battle together and participate in the rescue in any matter. Yang Zongbao was a little curious.
"It is said that he is the mayor's son. I really don't understand why those young men and ladies who have nothing to do, why do they go on adventures and always cause trouble for others" Mitchell rambled for a long time, and finally noticed the look on his face. The dull Yang Zongbao said: "Yang, why don't you go sit in my seat first. There's still a piece of pizza left to finish, so I'll get you a cup of coffee." Mitchell pushed Yang Zongbao to his seat. Just go make coffee.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t know who else he could look for in this hospital, so he could only let Mitchell push him into the position.
¡°Here, coffee.¡± Mitchell came back soon.
"Mitchell, can you help me find out? Is there a giant cell tumor patient named Montney in the Department of Orthopedics?" Yang Zongbao took the coffee and took a sip.
¡°Okay, help me and I¡¯ll ask you right away.¡± Mitchell agreed readily, patting his big breasts.
After Yang Zongbao thanked him, he stayed at Mitchell¡¯s place to eat.
The emergency room is not as busy as usual, and everyone is almost always on the floor. It seems that only Yang Zongbao is free.
Of course there is never a shortage of things to do in the emergency room.
Suddenly, an inquiring and haggard man came in front of Yang Zongbao: "Excuse me, is Dr. Dansi here?"
Yang Zongbao thought about what Mitchell said just now, and then replied: "I'm not here, I'm on a medical visit."
"Oh, really? Thank you." The man looked very disappointed, and then left silently.??Nurse station.
Yang Zongbao stood there stunned, feeling as if he had done something very abominable.
Just then, Yang Zongbao saw that there seemed to be wounds on the man's body, but they were not too deep and nothing serious, so he did not ask him to stop and receive treatment. But after the man left the nurse's station, he shook twice and suddenly fell to the ground. Yang Zongbao rushed out quickly, sighed the man first, and then breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was still alive.
"What's wrong?" Mitchell also noticed something unusual here and came over quickly.
"Fainted. Don't move yet, check blood sugar and blood pressure." Yang Zongbao ordered.
¡°Okay.¡± Mitchell replied immediately while going to get the tools.
Soon Mitchell came back with a portable blood glucose meter.
¡°Blood sugar 2.3¡± Mitchell pricked a hole in the tip of the man¡¯s finger and squeezed some blood onto the test paper.
¡°It turns out it¡¯s hypoglycemia, give me an intravenous drip of glucose.¡± Yang Zongbao ordered.
"OK."
Mitchell quickly called the male nurse over and moved the patient to the bed.
Yang Zongbao then returned to the nurse station and continued to be in a daze.
But before his butt got too hot, Mitchell came back: "Trouble, that patient's insurance has long been gone."
"Um?"
"We are still unemployed and have no way to pay for medical expenses." Mitchell said awkwardly: "We can deal with him this time, but we can't guarantee it next time."
"Type A diabetes requires long-term insulin?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Um."
¡°Lend him the medicine for a month, let him raise money and sign the contract.¡± Yang Zongbao thought for a while and said.
¡°However, the hospital has no precedent for this.¡± Mitchell didn¡¯t know how to start.
"Mitchell, you always forget who I am. Let him rest in the hospital for another day and wait for me to draft a contract." Yang Zongbao came up with this idea casually, but considering that it will be a huge blow to the hospital in the long run. If everyone borrows medicine, the hospital will be overwhelmed, so Yang Zongbao added: "Of course it will only work if I agree. And I won't do it next time."
"I know." Mitchell happily told the patient the good news.
Yang Zongbao sighed and thought it was just a good deed every day.
George didn¡¯t come back, but Mitchell pulled out Montney¡¯s medical records from the computer and showed them to Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao looked at the medical records and studied them carefully while drinking coffee. Sure enough, according to the medical records, there was a tumor on Montney's calf. The safest option would have been amputation. But Yang Zongbao found that the results of her MRI and whole-body PET imaging were good. Partial resection can be done, but a section of the bone must be cut off. Yang Zongbao took out his notebook and began to design a surgical plan.
"Woof woof"
Yang Zongbao thought he had made a mistake because he didn¡¯t know where the dog barking came from. But the barking of the dog became more and more obvious, and Yang Zongbao couldn't help but stand up and look around.
No need to look down at all, a big dog with red eyebrows is almost as tall as the nurse's desk. The red eyebrows and the sturdy black hair all over the body are all stuck together, and the most terrifying thing is the spittle flying around. The dog's neck was caught in a dog trap, and two strong men pulled on it to barely control the dog.
"What's going on?" Yang Zongbao frowned.
"That dogthat dog" Mitchell ran over panting: "That dog ate a human, and now some human tissue is in the dog's belly, so he brought the dog with him."
"Then why is this dog still alive?" Yang Zongbao asked.
¡°Because it¡¯s expensive, it¡¯s said to be a Tibetan Mastiff from China. How much does one cost more than 2 million yuan?¡± Mitchell sighed.
"Where did the dog bite?" Yang Zongbao muttered in his mind, and there was a Tibetan Mastiff. The IQ of the Tibetan Mastiff is considered low among dogs, not as good as the most common Chinese pastoral dog.
"" Mitchell glanced at Yang Zongbao in embarrassment, then thought about it and whispered a few words in Yang Zongbao's ear.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Yang Zongbao didn't understand. After searching around for a while, he took a utility knife from the pen holder on Mitchell's desk, walked around the nurse's station, and came to the dog.
The dog glared at Yang Zongbao and barked loudly at him. Yang Zongbao suddenly hated this dog. There were traces of blood on the canine teeth protruding from the dog's mouth. The two big men holding dog traps could hardly control the furious dogs.
"I told you to let my dog ??go" An arrogant man in a leather jacket with a punk haircut and unconventional eye circles followed and shouted after him.
Yang Zongbao turned around and left.
?"Humph, you coward." The non-mainstream men looked down upon Yang Zongbao who ran away from the battlefield.
But within a few minutes, Yang Zongbao came back with something extra in his hand.
"How dare you" The non-mainstream man stopped him immediately when he saw what Yang Zongbao was holding.
But it¡¯s too late for non-mainstream men.
"Woo"
With a dull sound, the dog fell to the ground. There was an obvious groove on the head, and blood was flowing out of the nose, ears and mouth.
"You lunatic, do you know how expensive this dog is?" The non-mainstream man wanted to rush in front of Yang Zongbao, but Mitchell tied his hands behind his back and prevented him from moving.
"Hmph" Yang Zongbao threw aside the bloody orthopedic hammer in his hand and squatted down with a utility knife. Cut it from the dog's belly. Blood poured out from the wound, and Yang Zongbao put his hand into the dog's belly and pulled out the stomach. The stomach was cut open again with a utility knife. A pile of food in the stomach that has not had time to digest naturally flows out. Yang Zongbao found a suspicious object inside: "Mitchell cleaned this up."
"Yes." Mitchell let go of the non-mainstream man and took the things from Yang Zongbao's hand.
"You have taken care of this place. Send the dog for autopsy and test for rabies." Yang Zongbao ordered the two stunned men. They were wearing Seattle clothes, so they must be hospital employees.
"Yes." Although they didn't know Yang Zongbao's identity, the two big men still agreed.
¡°I want to sue you, just wait for me.¡± The non-mainstream man pointed at Yang Zongbao¡¯s nose and cursed.
Yang Zongbao suddenly took action, grabbed Duofang's hands and neck, pulled hard, and kicked him in the stomach: "If you let a dog commit a crime, we will prosecute you." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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