Chapter 9 [The Bedside Style of Ge Da Team] (2)

Han Weizheng still maintained a warm smile like spring: "Yangyang, it's inconvenient to speak here, why don't we change the place?"

Zhang Yang looked around. The patients walked around, and it was indeed inconvenient to speak. From the expressions of Han Weizheng and his son, Zhang Yang had guessed the real purpose of their arrival today. Doctor Zhang was not narrow-minded. The reason why he beat Han Chuanbao and the other three yesterday was because he saw Zuo Xiaoqing being wronged and was angry for a moment. Although Doctor Zhang was very skilled in martial arts, he was still willing to reason often and did not hit people with smiles. Thinking that Han Weizheng's attitude today was so sincere, it would be okay to hear him say a few words.

Zhang Yang was just an intern in the hospital. Of course, he didn't have his own office. It was not that easy to find a place to speak, but this was not difficult for Han Weizheng. Today he drove a Toyota seven-seat bread. As the general manager of the passenger transport company, he still had this convenience. Although Han Weizheng was just an ordinary section-level cadre, he did not lack political awareness and vigilance. The fewer things to come to apologize today, the better, so he didn't even bring the driver. He also needed father and son soldiers to go to battle. The two of them came to meet Zhang Yang alone, but they were for peace, not for war.

After closing the car door, Han Weizheng breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that this young man was not an unreasonable person. Since he came here, he expressed his attitude to himself, and there were still some discussions on the issues between them.

Han Weizheng quietly gave his son a color. Before coming here, he had already advised this incompetent boy thousands of times. Although Han Chuanbao was unhappy in his heart, he now had the initiative in his hands. Besides, he was indeed provoking himself first, and he was still a little injustice in his heart. He lowered his head and his voice was as low as a big girl: "I'm sorry..."

"What did you say?" Zhang Yang clearly heard it, but he still pretended not to hear it clearly.

Han Chuanbao's face turned red due to embarrassment and embarrassment. He rarely bowed to others, but today he had to bear the other party's insults and contempt: "I'm sorry... I was wrong yesterday!"

Although it was his son who apologized, Han Weizheng felt even more uncomfortable than apologizing to others. He was just one son, who had been holding it in his palm since he was a child and never let him suffer any grievances. But today he was humiliated by others in front of him. Han Weizheng felt unspeakable bitterness in his heart. He hurriedly handed over the things contained in the cloth bag: "The lost things are all inside, and there are some items that cannot be found. Our company will compensate at the market price. In addition, in order to express our apology to the two female passengers, the company will take out 1,000 yuan as compensation."

Zhang Yang opened the cloth bag and looked at the things inside. There were wallets, BP machines, and some cosmetics, but they should all look brand new, and some of them had small price tags on them.

Han Weizheng handed over another thousand yuan to Zhang Yang. If it weren't for Li Changyu behind Zhang Yang, he wouldn't have been willing to pay so much blood. You should know that his current salary on the books was only 286 yuan.

Zhang Yang took the 1,000 yuan and threw it into the cloth bag without looking at it: "Okay, I'll hand it over to Zuo Xiaoqing!"

Seeing Zhang Yang getting up and wanting to leave, Han Weizheng hurriedly spoke out and tried to stay: "Zhang Yang!"

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Yang asked knowingly. When Han Chuanbao came over with his arms hanging down, he had already guessed the intentions of the father and son. He was secretly happy inside, but on the surface he still looked like he was keeping others from thousands of miles away.

Han Weizheng and his son have something to ask for. Even if Zhang Yang is too much, they can only swallow their anger. Han Weizheng pulled his son to Zhang Yang: "It was Xiaobao's fault yesterday. I have removed him from his position as the security chief. The security guards involved in the trouble were also fired. I hope you don't continue to be angry. Also, Xiaobao's shoulder has been hurt all night. He has done something wrong and it is worth learning some lesson. However, in his youth, he should still give him a chance to correct his mistakes. Look..."

Zhang Yang answered quite readily: "Yes, I forgive him, is it okay? I still have to go to work if I have nothing to do!" This guy's ability to pretend to be stupid has already been perfect.

Han Weizheng finally made a request: "Zhang Yang, can you help cure Xiaobao's injury?"

Zhang Yang stopped with an unruly smile on his face: "I am just an intern, I'm afraid I can't help much. This is the hospital. You can take him to find an orthopedic expert. With Manager Han's connections, there should be no problem."

Han Weizheng began to realize the power of the young man in front of him. Seeing Zhang Yang's appearance at most twenty years old, his speech and behavior all showed a mature and wise look. When he looked at his son, he was no match for the same level. Why is the gap between young people so big? Han Weizheng sighed secretly, while sighing about Zhang Yang's effectiveness, he also sighed at the failure of his education. In this case, there is no need to beat around the bush. He smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I took him to the county people's hospital last night and went to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital to consult experts. They all said that the dislocation of his right arm is very troublesome, and the technique cannot be reset, so he can only be treated with surgery."

Zhang Yang smiled disdainfully. It seemed that there was indeed no real famous doctor in the small Chunyang County.

"I believe you have a way!" Han Weizheng keenly captured something from Zhang Yang's smile. He whispered to his own conditions: "As long as you cure Xiaobao, I am willing to pay a generous amount of medical treatment." In Han Weizheng's view, money can handle many things. Under Zhang Yang's aggressive momentum, he had no other way, so he could only bring out this last magic weapon.

Zhang Yang laughed, then he put down the blue cloth bag and slowly sat down on the seat. His attitude showed that he showed great interest in Han Weizheng's proposal, and what needs to be discussed now is the specific price.

Han Weizheng asked carefully: "Look, how about I paid a thousand dollars?"

Although Zhang Yang only has a vague concept of current currency, his experience of consumption has already made him know that one thousand yuan is also a considerable amount. An ordinary worker’s salary for half a year is not as high as this level. Although his medical fee in the Great Sui Dynasty was very high, he had to consider his ability to accept. Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, “A small price, five thousand yuan, you can take him to the surgery.”

Han Weizheng took a breath. It was a lion's mouth. Even if he had done surgery, he would not have spent so much money. Zhang Yang was clearly taking the opportunity to blackmail. He didn't want to agree happily, but when he turned around, he saw his son's face full of pain and haggardness. Only five thousand yuan could relieve his pain. Although this money was a lot, it was not a big amount for Han Weizheng. He looked extremely embarrassed. After a long time, he sighed: "In this way, I will give you one thousand first as a deposit. I will let Xiaobao send the remaining money back."

"No problem!" Zhang Yang took the 1,000 yuan that Han Weizheng had prepared long ago, and then walked towards Han Chuanbao. When the boy saw Zhang Yang sneering towards him, he couldn't help but play a small drum in his heart. He was really afraid that Zhang Yang would be so scared that he thought that as long as you cure me, I would stay away from you in the future and never go against you again.

Zhang Yang pressed Han Chuanbao's left hand and slapped his right hand hard at his elbow joint. With Han Chuanbao's painful scream, the dislocated joint snapped and returned to its original position.

"alright!"

Han Chuanbao looked at Zhang Yang half-believingly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He tried to move his arm and found that his right arm had completely returned to normal. The awe of Zhang Yang in his heart increased a little.
Chapter completed!