Kalama overturned, misdiagnosed, and let the vice president of a country suffer such a knife in vain.

And it’s not as simple as getting stabbed in vain. The truth is much more serious than that.

Because Mbeki believed that he had bile duct cancer, even though it was difficult to accept it, he had to admit that he would not live long.

Therefore, during this period of time, the Mbeki family has comprehensively adjusted its strategy, abandoning some industries that should be abandoned, compromising on those that should be compromised politically, and adopting a comprehensive policy of retrenchment.

The purpose is to arrange posthumous affairs so that after Mbeki dies and loses this strongman as his backer, the entire family can keep its existing property from being encroached upon.

After this operation, Mbeki's family can be said to have been severely damaged, and its industry has shrunk significantly.

Now you tell people that what you have is not cancer, but just a small inflammation. How do you think Mbeki will react?

If the vice president hadn't been under anesthesia, he would have jumped up and beat the black doctor to death.

After the operation, it is foreseeable that Kalama will be cut into eight pieces, and the whole family may even be sealed in cement and sunk into the Atlantic Ocean. In this country with imperfect rule of law, there is no doubt about this.

Kalima knew the consequences, so now his whole body was wet with sweat, his legs were so weak that he could not stand, and he sat down on the ground without any regard for sterility requirements.

You can still see the arrogant look on his face just now that looked down on Chinese doctors.

Chen Qi and his two assistants looked at each other and smiled, feeling very happy in their hearts.

Chen Qi is also deliberately disgusting, since you black doctors insist that this is cancer, and since you, Mbeki, also believe in your own doctors.

Then he will directly make a huge incision on you and perform the surgery in a four-level mode. This is also a matter of course.

But he dug such a big hole, and now it’s none of his business how to fill it.

Anyway, this black doctor loves it to death. This is the price of wanting to be in the limelight and to gain a future. It doesn’t matter whether it’s right or wrong. He can only blame himself for his bad life.

But smart people will not give up easily. Kalima suddenly thought of a way to save himself.

I saw him quickly get up from the ground, his voice was trembling, but it was very low:

"Dr. Chen, Mr. Mbeki has cholangiocarcinoma. That's right."

Chen Qi looked at the dying black doctor with a sigh on his face, and said with a playful smile:

"As a professional doctor, I can still see clearly whether it is cholangiocarcinoma. Besides, look, I was filming the whole process. When the time comes, it will be shown to other doctors. It will be clear at a glance whether it is cholangiocarcinoma."

People's hearts are sinister, so of course Chen Qi has to be on guard. In other countries, the most he can do is get a beating from the doctor, but in this country, they will just attack you.

Therefore, filming the whole process is indispensable, and it is also strong evidence for Chen Qi to protect himself and prevent being framed.

Kalima looked at the camera on the tripod, swallowed, and begged in a flattering manner:

"Dr. Chen, please save me, help me. I don't want to die. Only by proving that Mr. Vice President L really has bile duct cancer can I survive. Otherwise, I will be killed by him."

Chen Qi's eyes were still playful:

"Then why should I help you? You know that deliberately concealing the condition and allowing the patient to undergo this kind of fourth-level surgery in vain is not only against medical ethics, but also illegal. You may even be shot by the vice president.

Okay, what good do you think this will do to me?"

"Benefits, yes, benefits!"

Under Chen Qi's guidance, Dr. Kalama finally grasped the key point:

"It's good, Dr. Chen. The Mbeki family has already offered a reward of 2 million US dollars. They have even said that as long as Mr. Mbeki's cancer can be cured, they will offer more money.

So as long as you insist that Mr. Mbeki has bile duct cancer, but it has been completely removed through surgery and will not relapse, then you can get the bounty, which is the greatest benefit to you."
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Chen Qi was overjoyed. This was what he was waiting for, and what he wanted was this bounty.

Otherwise, why would he be so cooperative with this operation?

If it was really cholangiocarcinoma, he didn't want to wade into troubled waters.

Chen Qi knows better than anyone how complicated cholangiocarcinoma surgery is. In a country that doesn’t even have an ICU, even if the surgery is successful, it’s hard to escape postoperative complications.

But Chen Qi obviously doesn’t want to let this black doctor off like this. Aren’t you looking down on people? Now he has to pay a certain price.

Mental damage fee.

"Dr. Kalama, what you said is indeed very tempting, but the risk is still quite high. For example, in this operating room, besides you and me, there are 3 doctors and 2 nurses. If they leak the secret, the consequences will be serious.

Yes, are you right?"

"Yes, yes, Dr. Chen, you are right."

For Kalima at this time, even if Chen Qi asked him to eat shit, he would not hesitate because his mind was already a lake of slurry.

Chen Qi cursed unhappily: "Don't you know what's right and how to silence them?"

The black doctor understood instantly, nodded and bowed to the doctors in the operating room:

"Doctors, we are all colleagues. Please help me. I am willing to give you 2,000 US dollars each. I..."

Yi Zewen and Zhang Xing's hands shook. They knew some English and probably understood it, so their hands were shaking with excitement.

Chen Li, Yang Xiuxiu, and He Fule didn't understand English, so they were still confused. They were still wondering why they were moving during the operation instead of chatting?

Chen Qi coughed lightly: "Doctor Kalima, you also came back from studying in China. Do you think a mere $2,000 can buy a doctor's conscience?"

Kalima was very embarrassed and knew that he would not be able to survive without bleeding today.

Africans are very poor, but there are still a few people in Africa who are very rich.

If you are a child born in a refugee camp or a primitive tribe, you will not have the opportunity to study or study abroad in a bad country.

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Therefore, although the Kalama family is not a wealthy family, they are still well-off and can afford it even if they don’t have much money.

What's more, this is life money.

Kalima gritted his teeth and said:

"As long as everyone keeps this secret for me, I will give each of you 10,000 US dollars in cash and Dr. Chen 50,000 US dollars in cash. This is really all I can get. No more will be available to my family. Please save me and let me go."

Me, wuwuwu~~~~"

I don’t know whether he was afraid of death or worried about the money, but this black doctor actually came crying.

Chen Li stood behind Yi Zewen and asked softly:

"Old Yi, what's going on? Why is this black doctor crying and making trouble during the operation? Is this patient a family member of his?"

Yi Zewen shook his head gently and warned:

"Stop talking, everything you see in the operating room today will rot in your stomach. Dean Chen is helping us make money, and it is a huge sum of money that we can't even imagine."

Chen Li and Yang Xiuxiu couldn't close their mouths when they heard it. If they hadn't been wearing sterile gloves, they would have covered their mouths and screamed.

He Fule also suddenly raised his head, looking at the farce going on in the operating room with surprise.

When Chen Qi heard about the $10,000, he nodded. He should not be too harsh in his conscience. He still understood that going too far was not enough. After all, he was still in black territory.

"Okay, you immediately arrange for someone to get the money. We will clear the money on the spot. We will save your life, and you will pay for your own life."

"Okay, okay, I listen to you, I'll go out and make a call now."

Kalima couldn't wait to leave the operating room. Just as he was about to run away, he was suddenly surrounded by family members at the door of the operating room.

Mrs. Mbeki asked strangely and anxiously: "Doctor, why did you come out? How was the operation of Mr. Vice President L?"

At this time, Kalima returned to his cold and famous doctor style and explained:

"The operation went very smoothly. Dr. Chen from China is of very high standard. Don't worry, if everything goes smoothly, Vice President L's cancer should be cured. I'm going to make a call now and ask the Freetown National Hospital to get some."

Bring the medical equipment."

"Really?"

Mrs. Mbeki’s eyes shone brightly, and she held her heart in her hands with joy: “That’s great, the level of Chinese doctors is too high.”

Several of Mbeki's cronies next to him also had happy faces. If their master was fine, their prosperity and wealth would be preserved, so they nodded repeatedly and praised the Chinese doctor's praise.

Two hours later, a Chinese doctor entered the operating room carrying a handbag.

"Dean Chen, this is the medical equipment someone just sent, and he said he would hand it over to you personally."

Chen Qi nodded and said calmly: "I know, just leave it behind the door and don't get close to the operating table."

The little doctor went out, and Doctor Kalima ran over and opened the box. There was a pile of green US dollars lying inside.

"Dr. Chen, this is 100,000 US dollars..."

Chen Qi stretched out his head to take a look and smiled.

Yi Zewen and Zhang Xing looked at each other, and the excitement in their eyes could not be concealed.

Chen Li, Yang Xiuxiu, and He Fule were still confused, but they knew that they also had a share of the money in the box, and they were all excited and nervous.

The money was in place and the confession was unified. Chen Qi was still afraid, so he coughed lightly:

"This is a radical surgery for cholangiocarcinoma. Dr. Kalama, I will give you the tape in the camera. You can destroy it yourself. You should also know how to cover up in the future, right? Anyway, we will return to China next year, and it will be leaked by then.

Feng Sheng, you are the one who suffers."

When Dr. Kalama heard Chen Qi's promise, he put his heart into his stomach.
To be continued...