Director Kong took the film down, put it in the film bag, and handed it to the patient's family, saying, "Do as Boss Zheng said, hurry up and check it. You don't have to do it on 912. This side takes a long time to do it. Just go to Sun Ming."

The patient's family did not understand what Zheng Ren said just now, and responded noddedly, turning around and leaving without any hesitation.

In their opinion, Director Kong was perfunctory and did not want to see a doctor at all.

He refused to give a diagnosis, and only asked a young doctor to watch the movie and give a diagnosis. This is not fooling around, perfunctory, or something.

But in 912, they couldn't say anything, so they could only leave in depression.

After leaving the hospital, one of them looked at the bustling crowd, sighed and said, "It's really difficult to see a doctor now."

"There is no way, it's hard to ask someone to find Director Kong." The other person also felt the same and sighed.

"Is it because we didn't register, Director Kong didn't show it? I said I would give Director Kong a big red envelope. Director Sun refused to let him go. What should I do now?"

"Go to see Dean Sun. Didn't Director Kong say that the examination can be done on Dean Sun's side?"

"That's to fool us. If we don't have an attitude, we won't give us any medical treatment at all. I heard that there is only one red envelope for surgery in other departments. If we have a surgery red envelope of three to five thousand, we need at least one copy for brain surgery."

After thinking about it, the two of them stared at each other, and no one could do anything about it. They had to sigh and walk out of the 912 Hospital.

Patients who see patients and their families are flocking to each other, and the people who see them are afraid.

It is the best result to be able to find the department director of 912 to see a doctor. They can't ask for more, but they regret that they should give Director Kong a big red envelope. They shouldn't listen to Sun Ming and come empty-handed.

This time, I was kicked out. Although my face was pretty good, I still didn't get sick.

They did it as soon as they said they did it. The two of them went out for 912, withdrew money from a nearby bank, bought another kraft paper envelope, and stuffed the money in.

Holding the thick envelope, the two of them immediately became confident.

"Brother, have you ever given the money?" asked the younger man. He looked honest and honest, very nervous, and his hands were trembling unconsciously.

"It's okay, you'll be waiting for me outside then." The middle-aged man said, "Would you like to give a gift? Just go in alone."

"Will Director Kong accept it?"

"You are stupid. Is there any money that can't be given away in the world?"

"That's right. Brother, I'll be waiting for you outside then."

"Don't worry, you take the movie and Director Kong takes the money. Come in again and let Director Kong see the movie. What should I do?" The middle-aged man touched the thick envelope in his arms and spoke with confidence.

The two of them touched the 912 interventional department again.

There were extra beds on both sides of the corridor, and the aisle was very narrow. All the doctors in white coats were busy. No one noticed the changes in their minds and went back.

When they arrived at Director Kong's office, the two looked at each other. One of them coughed gently, and with a calm expression on his face, he knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

When I opened the door, only the knockers went in.

Although I rarely give gifts, I still understand the minimum rules. When I go in alone, this is the so-called Dharma that I do not pass on to Liu Er.

If there are two people, experienced doctors will definitely not accept red envelopes.

He thought that he had thought it carefully, suppressed his nervous mood, and closed the door with a smile on his face.

"Why are you back? Have you forgotten some order?" Director Kong asked in surprise when he saw it was him.

"No, no." The man whispered: "There were too many people just now, and it was inconvenient. This is a little new idea, please accept it with a smile."

"What are you doing?" Director Kong's face immediately became serious.

These are all routines, they are routines. The middle-aged man thought to himself. Can he still act like he did on TV, please don’t insult my profession?

joke.

What era is this? Those who make atomic bombs can earn more than those who sell tea eggs.

"You must accept the little care at home. You don't know that it's difficult to come to the imperial capital for medical treatment. If you have a movie, we will save time and time..."

As he was talking, he wanted to give Director Kong a step and then accept the red envelope half-supportedly, and then he could start the next step.

However, Director Kong waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go for the inspection. Boss Zheng will go abroad tomorrow, and he will not look down on it if he is late."

Uh... The middle-aged man's hand holding a kraft envelope froze in the air, and it wasn't right to send it, and it seemed that something was right to take it back.

What does this mean? What does Boss Zheng want to go abroad have to do with medical treatment?

At this moment, he completely forgot the code that the young doctor was named Zheng. With his life experience, he completely couldn't understand what Director Kong said.

What’s wrong with thinking? Do you think that you give away less money? You can’t. Watch a movie for 10,000 yuan, isn’t that much less?

"I have something to do here, so I won't send it." Director Kong said coldly with his face down.

The middle-aged man could feel a strong aura. He felt like a mirror in his heart. If he put the kraft envelope on the table, he would probably not have thought of entering this door in the future.

Strange, is there really money that cannot be given out? Some people are afraid that money will be hot?

He stared at Director Kong in a daze with an awkward smile on his face.

"Take the time to do the inspection, go quickly, don't waste time here." Director Kong said impatiently.

I have to see many patients every day, and there are many people from all over the world. If others are taken, they will be taken. However, Director Kong doesn’t understand the patient’s illness, so the money cannot be taken.

Receiving money and eliminating disasters is the rule.

If you can't understand it, you have to charge money, so that's too much. Director Kong is too lazy to explain to the patient's family. He is still a little dazed and can't explain to the patient's family.

He was kicked out of the director's office, and the middle-aged man looked puzzled.

"Brother, how about it?"

"Confiscated..." the middle-aged man whispered.

“…”

"Let's go, let's go find Dean Sun." said the middle-aged man.

"But haven't you seen everything on Dean Sun?"

"I'm going to have an examination, not a doctor, I'm just saying it was asked by Director Kong."

The two of them hesitated and walked out of 912.

...

Sun Ming, the director of a community hospital not far from 912.

It is said that he is the director, but in fact he is just the director of a department-level community hospital. There are T-machines, and the nuclear magnetic field is too expensive and there is no equipment. There are more than 100 beds, and the main treatment is colds and fevers.

He is nearly fifty years old and doesn't have much pursuit. As long as nothing happens, he can retire safely.

Sitting in the office drinking tea and reading newspapers is also a kind of life. In Sun Ming's opinion, it is a hundred times better than many directors of 912 who stick their butts out and have surgery every day.
Chapter completed!