In a villa in Shenshuiwan, Dr. Huo, who was raising a child, was quarreled by a phone ringing sound.

Being disturbed by sleep is an annoying thing.

Dr. Huo took a look at his cell phone and it was called from the hospital.

It’s because Qin Lu is not good, Dr. Huo guessed in his heart.

But he was not nervous, but instead suppressed his anger first.

It is best for Qin Lu to survive, which means there is a huge red envelope, but it is just a beautiful dream.

According to Dr. Huo's judgment, Qin Lu could not survive for a month at all. He could even die at any time.

Although this will lead to a little less income, that's nothing.

Dr. Huo was already satisfied with being able to live in Deep Water Bay, not far from the Li family is surrounded by mountains, hiding wind and gathering energy, and is known as the first Feng Shui treasure land in Xiangjiang.

In Xiangjiang, doctors are a high-income group and have not had much work. This kind of high-income but decent job is something that many people dream of.

He suppressed his anger at getting up and answered the phone.

"Doctor Huo, the situation has changed!" said the doctor on duty anxiously.

"Change? Is Mr. Qin's condition worsening? Just do the right symptom treatment, why do you have to call me?" Dr. Huo was very unhappy. He stood up, walked to the living room nearly a hundred feet long, opened the refrigerator, and took a bottle of water.

"No, it's a doctor from a public hospital in the Imperial Capital who was invited to see the doctor. It is said that there has been progress." The doctor at the Heyang Hospital on duty said.

"Imperial Capital? Public Hospital?" Dr. Huo was so angry that he said unhappily: "Do you think there will be any good doctors in public hospitals?!"

"Doctor Huo, it's the imperial capital, it's different from ours."

"That's impossible! A few years ago, I saw their patients when I went to the imperial capital to give lectures.

Like the ocean, every doctor is exhausted. In this state, the doctor will collapse at any time.

They are busy seeing a doctor every day, and as for research, they have no time to do it. Basic research is progressing slowly, let alone make breakthrough discoveries about Alzheimer's disease, a disease that is troubled all over the world." Dr. Huo said disdainfully.

"No, no, Dr. Huo, listen to me." The middle-aged doctor on the other side saw that he was about to hang up the phone, and immediately said: "The doctor in the Imperial Capital Public Hospital said that it is not a neurological disease, but an excessive insulin secretion..."

"Please have some scientific spirit!" Dr. Huo took a sip of water and felt that his sleepiness had dissipated a lot, and he was a little unhappy. "The endocrine system is completely free. Mr. Qin has no diabetes and there is no risk."

“…”

"If it's okay, I'll die." Dr. Huo said: "Don't tell me about these things in the future."

"Doctor Huo, Master Song has just arrived." He said in a low voice on the other side of the phone.

Dr. Huo woke up instantly.

"Sir Song? Is that one?"

"Um."

"What does Master Song say?" Dr. Huo asked nervously.

"I didn't say anything, but I 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.

Instead of putting on his clothes, he rushed to the hospital. Instead, he stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with the bottle of water in his hand.

The dark night reflects Dr. Huo’s figure.

Doctors from public hospitals? Dr. Huo showed a hint of sneer on his lips. He thought his smile was very good and had a strong affinity.

A few years ago, he went to the imperial capital to give lectures, and he witnessed a crowd of patients with his own eyes.

There was also a family member of the patient who held a banner and said that the unscrupulous doctor deliberately killed someone.

It is still possible to diagnose and treat simple and common diseases with the intensity of work and the working environment.

But do they have time to get in touch with world-class technology?

Dr. Huo would not believe that there was such a nonsense.

He knew how much the medical laboratory would cost. How much would it cost? How much would the large public hospitals in the imperial capital be so rich?

It's simply impossible!

He had no money, no time, and was exhausted all day long. The decent profession of doctor was actually made like this by his colleagues in the imperial capital, and Dr. Huo didn't understand it either.

Why do those poor people who cannot afford to pay the money and let them die? Why do they waste a lot of manpower and material resources to treat them?

Dr. Huo didn't believe how to misjudged Alzheimer's disease as diabetes... so outrageously, how could he say such an outrageous diagnosis?

At the very least, there should be a scientific attitude towards medical care.

The key is that the Qin family is one of the few rich people and big families in Xiangjiang! Why did they find such an unreliable doctor?

Dr. Huo couldn't understand it.

But this doesn't matter.

The doctors in the imperial capital and public hospitals were like ants in his eyes.

Without dignity, he is under overloaded labor like a worker ant, and from time to time, news of sudden death of doctors comes.

What kind of skill can such a person have?

So he scoffed at the so-called large public hospitals.

Without any technical content, doctors do not understand some cutting-edge technologies at all! Even directors, professors, and even academicians, in Dr. Huo's opinion, are just like illiterate.

But what he valued was the legendary Song Master.

This is already the third generation of Song Master.

After the death of the second generation of Song Bo, the third generation of Song Master went into the depth and was rarely seen by ordinary people.

However, Master Song was quite proficient in Feng Shui and Geography and Plum Blossom Yishu. Several jokes that seemed true and false were circulated in Xiangjiang, all of which were about Master Song taking action and reversing the world.

Dr. Huo would not care about the rumors that ignorant fights with little people.

But some of the wealthy people in Xiangjiang really regarded Song as guests of honor like the Qin family.

It makes sense that rich people can be rich. Dr. Huo's respect for rich people comes from the bottom of his heart.

Master Song, if you have the opportunity to get to Master Song's eyes this time, you may give me some advice, and your career and wealth will be better.

Thinking of the mysterious Master Song, Dr. Huo's smile was respectful and humble.

Although he has not faced Master Song yet, his respect from the bottom of his heart has been reflected on his face and on his body.

Drinking all the water, Dr. Huo changed his clothes.

The color of the tie seems to be a bit wrong, not solemn enough, and slightly fancy.

Change another one.

A little stereotyped and conservative.

I don’t know what color Master Song likes and whether his performance can be exposed to Master Song.

Dr. Huo changed three or five tiees, and repeatedly chose it like a woman who was about to go out, and finally favored a certain tie.

Although I was still a little dissatisfied, I had no time.

Dr. Huo was a little regretful. It seemed that he still had to have more clothes, which was suitable for various occasions.

Otherwise, it would be ridiculous, like today, if you suddenly encounter a huge opportunity and end up failing because of some small details.

wrong!

Today, Mr. Qin may not be able to hold on, so he has to wear a black suit.

Before leaving, Dr. Huo suddenly remembered this incident.
Chapter completed!