In the Republic of Sierra Leone, there is no director of the International Medical Association in the country.

Even in the whole of Africa, with the exception of South Africa, which has three directors of the International Medical Association, and Egypt, which has one member of the International Medical Association, no other country has a doctor worthy of appearance.

The Republic of South Africa in the 1980s was really strong. It was not only strong in industry and agriculture, but also in medicine. It was almost a "quasi-developed country".

Of course, there are only a few good days left in South Africa. Wang Xiaoer will have to live his life in the future, and each year will not be as good as the other.

Throughout the 1980s, let alone the African medical community, even the Chinese medical community at this time had only a few members and directors of the International Medical Association?

Anyway, every time there is an international academic conference, there are rarely black people sitting in the venue. At this time, black people in the country have not yet risen.

So who can be a director of the International Medical Association, and who is not a professor, expert, or medical authority?

There are a large group of students, assistants, secretaries, and pharmacists following them when they come in and out. They live in five-star hotels and travel in first class.

Attending an event or seeing a doctor requires not only high labor costs, but also a certain amount of interpersonal relationships, otherwise people will not treat you favorably.

The top medical experts are so arrogant, this is the card and the pattern.

When it comes to Chen Qi, no matter whether the medical association he belongs to is unpopular or popular, his identity is always there, right? His "record" in medical treatment can always be seen, right?

Well, for such an awesome person, it is his duty to support your war-torn country. Not only do you not pour clean water on the streets, but pave the roads with loess, you are so grateful.

At least he should be invited to a university to be a "visiting professor", or to be an authoritative expert in the hospital, guiding the clinical work of the whole hospital, right?

Anyway, anyone can arouse him. Is Chen Qi here?

This made Chen Qi very unhappy.

Dean Chen is not happy because after returning to Freetown, he went directly to Friendship Hospital, so as not to offend you black uncles.

Piet had to return to the Freetown National Hospital alone.

Dean Bagri had craned his neck to wait, but he became angry before the doctor he wanted came.

"Piette, what are you doing? Where is Dr. Chen? I asked you to find someone, but you invited someone to be lonely? Do you know how anxious Mr. Mbeki is now and how unstable his condition is? Are you doing this?

Take Vice President Mbeki seriously."

Bagley's fingers almost poked Piet's forehead, and the old man was obviously very angry.

Piet was also helpless and returned with spread hands:

"Mr. Dean, I'm afraid you have forgotten Dr. Chen's identity. We invited him for consultation and asked for his help, but you sent a young doctor like me there? It means you don't take Dr. Chen seriously.
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Besides, Dr. Chen's identity is there, and even a single attack requires huge labor fees. Do you know why Commander Teodoro Z was able to save his life? They privately gave Dr. Chen no less than 200,000 US dollars, a lot

to 60 kilograms of gold.

Now you just want Dr. Chen to rush back from Makeni to treat you? Will he listen to me? Will he listen to you? Let me tell you, Dr. Chen is very angry and feels that you have underestimated him. No.

Ken is here."

Bagri was shocked when he heard:

"Fake, the Raodo family is really willing to spend money. It costs so much labor to look at burns. No wonder Dr. Chen doesn't want to come over easily. I wouldn't want to come over either. Who calls him arrogant?"
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Piette nodded quickly: "That's the reason. I'm afraid the Mbeki family will have to bleed heavily before they can hire Dr. Chen."

Bagri sighed:

"This director doctor is really greedy. It's a pity that there is nothing we can do about it. China's hepatobiliary surgery department is very good even in the world. They are the only ones who have seen Vice President Mbeki's disease. Our level, ahem, is still the same."

It’s a little bit worse. Okay, I’ll go talk to the patient’s family.”

Piet curled his lips after hearing this and followed him into the ward.

In the ward, medical equipment made beeping sounds from time to time. No one else dared to speak, and no one dared to cause any trouble.

Vice President Mbeki was lying there, his eyes dull, not at all aloof as usual.

After Dean Bagri walked in quietly, Mrs. Mbeki frowned when she saw it:

"Mr. Dean, where is the Chinese doctor I asked you to invite? Mr. Vice President L is already so ill. Don't you pay any attention to it?"

Dean Bagri nodded awkwardly and said:

"Dr. Chen has arrived in Freetown, but he seems to be dissatisfied with our attitude and feels that we have neglected him. Moreover, and one more thing, he is an internationally renowned and authoritative doctor, so he is still quite high.

of."

"What's high? Please tell me clearly."

"Well, it's labor fees. According to international practice, when patients seek expert consultation, they usually have to support a labor fee in advance. The higher the doctor's rank, the higher the labor fee. If additional surgery is required, additional knife fees will be paid.

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Mrs. Mbeki frowned even more and said with a sneer:

"It is an honor for them to invite Chinese doctors to treat Vice President Mbeki. Besides, didn't he come under the banner of friendship between the two countries? But now he still wants labor fees? How greedy.
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In this way, you go and tell Dr. Chen that after the matter is completed, we will give him a big red envelope of 1,000 US dollars, so that his hard work will not be in vain. Are you satisfied now? What a bunch of superficial poor people."

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Dean Bagri and Piet looked at each other and knew something was going to happen.

One is desperate for money, and the other is also desperate for money. It seems that there is no hope of inviting Chen Qi to come for consultation this time.

After Chen Qi returned to Friendship Hospital, he immediately ran to the public bathroom and took a quick bath, and then asked Yi Zewen and Zhang Xing to give him a good back rub.

He hadn’t taken a shower or washed his hair for a month. His whole body was covered in fleas and the stench was so bad that even people who said he was a beggar believed him.

As for why you don't ask a few nurses to help you rub your back, please remember that Dean Chen is a serious dean, definitely not the "Five Poison Dean".

After taking a shower, resting for a long time, and drinking a large bottle of iced Coke, Chen Qi immediately came to the sterile ward of "Roast Duck Commander".

After more than a month of treatment, all the first and second stages of skin grafting after the operation survived, which made Chen Qi breath a sigh of relief.

I thought to myself that this African’s life is really long, and he would not die even if he did this.

Commander Teodoro Z saw Chen Qi coming in and immediately showed a smile.

But he himself didn't know how scary his burned ugly face would look when he smiled, but there was nothing he could do about it, because it smelled like money.

"Dr. Chen, thank you so much for coming."

"Thank you for what you are doing. It's my honor to serve such a great hero like you. Lie down and lie down. I'm going to do a few more tests."

Teodoro knew how badly he was burned, so he asked weakly:

"Dr. Chen, the skin transplant on my body went very smoothly, but look at my face and I can't see anyone. Is there any way you can help me treat it?"

Yi Zewen laughed as soon as he heard this:

"You have found the right person. Our Dr. Chen is definitely the best doctor in the world in maxillofacial plastic surgery. There is no problem that he cannot solve."

Teodoro was excited when he heard this: "Really? That's great. I'll leave everything to Dr. Chen. I will pay you double the labor fee."

Chess player Chen waved and said with a smile:

"What about money? We'll talk about this later. Let's take it step by step. Anyway, I still have one year left in Africa. I will definitely help you recover by then. If you want plastic surgery to look like Michael Jackson, I will do the same for you.

Wish."

It’s strange to believe Chen Qi. For such a big owner of African dogs, whether the plastic surgery effect is good or not depends on whether you can pay enough for the labor service.

The follow-up treatment for burn patients must not only include skin grafting, but also the recovery of joint function and other sequelae. This is a slow process and requires a lot of patience.

Just when Chen Qi was providing VIP one-on-one services to the sponsor's father, a week had passed.

Inside the Freetown National Hospital, Mbeki lost his temper:

"Dean Bagley, why is it that I have a small case of cholecystitis that has been treated for so long but there is no improvement at all? I have been reading books these days. Please tell me the truth. What is going on with me?"

Heroes are suspicious.

Dean Bagri rubbed his hands in embarrassment:

"Well, Mr. Vice President L, our surgeon has made repeated and careful inferences and suspects that your gallbladder is inflamed, but it does not rule out that it is a bile duct problem, so we need further examination."

"Bile duct? What happens if there is a problem with the bile duct?" Mbeki asked.

Dean Bagri quickly explained patiently:

"If the bile duct is completely blocked and bile cannot be discharged at all, shock or even death may occur, which is very dangerous. Now your B-ultrasound shows that there is a problem with the gallbladder, accompanied by fever and pain in the right middle quadrant. Our doctor discusses this

The result is to be treated with caution."

"What?!

”

Mbeki's voice broke and his eyes widened:

"What shock? What death? Is this disease very dangerous? Then you should treat it quickly. I don't care whether it is the gallbladder or the bile duct. Anyway, you should find the cause of this disease for me immediately."

Next to her, Mrs. Mbeki's hands were shaking with fear. She didn't expect that her condition was so serious and life-threatening.
To be continued...