Song Ying sent Zheng Ren away and hurried back to 912 from the Imperial Capital Airport.

It was already noon when he returned to the hospital.

There are still crowds of people in 912.

After asking, Song Ying went directly to the room. Chu Huainan sat on the hard plastic chair outside, waiting for him quietly.

"Boss, are you done?" Song Ying saw that the boss's expression was neither sad nor happy, and he had no confidence. The boss always had such an expression on everything, and he could not observe his expression at all.

"Yes." Chu Huainan said calmly: "What disease did Boss Zheng diagnose me?"

"He said that Bernese syndrome may have aortic dissection aneurysms." Song Ying did not hide it either.

He couldn't guess whether Chu Huainan knew or not.

Rather than telling lies, it is better to be honest. At least it is okay now and there will be no unpredictable consequences.

"Yes." Chu Huainan nodded and said, "That's what Director Chu said. Song Ying, Boss Zheng is good at this."

He used statements, such as commenting on something. He had a high position and a heavy weight. He turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain. One word can determine life and death.

It seems that his own illness has not affected his emotions at all.

Song Ying said: "Boss, what do you say about Director Chu?"

"It is said that the risk of surgical operations is too high, so it is better to do an interventional operation. He contacted me with Director Mao of the Vascular Department, but I refused." Chu Huainan said.

Song Ying was a little anxious, frowned, and said, "Boss, I still have to treat it. Once the aortic dissection aneurysm ruptures, it will be fatal, but if..."

"I asked, and I said that Boss Zheng can do it." Chu Huainan smiled and said, "It's been so long, and it's not a short time. I'll talk about it when Boss Zheng comes back."

"..." Song Ying was speechless.

If I had known this, I would have to keep Boss Zheng, no matter what I said.

If it delays the boss's illness in order to go to Korqin for surgery, wouldn't that be nonsense? Although Song Ying is not as professional as a doctor, he still knows the dangers of aortic dissection.

But he knew Chu Huainan's unique temperament. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said he wouldn't go to the hospital, and even asking Zheng Ren would be sneaky.

"Okay." Song Ying sighed, "Boss Zheng said he wanted to play in the Gobi Desert for two days after the flying knife."

"It's okay." Chu Huainan stood up, shook the Chinese double-breasted cloth shoes on her feet, looking like an ordinary old man in the imperial capital.

The age of visually estimated is at least ten years older than the actual age.

"Boss, wait a moment, I'll arrange..."

"I won't go home. Director Chu of the special ward has been contacted, just go directly." Chu Huainan said: "How did you know this Boss Zheng?"

"It's a long story. Last year, Director Chu took me to have dinner..." Song Ying briefly told the process of getting to know Zheng Ren, and said with emotion: "I took a look away. I thought it would take at least ten years, but I didn't expect that Boss Zheng would soar into the sky."

"Haha." Chu Huainan smiled, not saying anything.

After running around, Song Ying contacted Director Chu and Dr. Liang came to take him to complete the hospitalization procedures and settle the hospitalization.

Chu Huainan was as content as he could, and did not think the conditions of the special ward in 912 were poor.

Although those who can be admitted to the special ward are not ordinary people, the conditions here are much better than other wards. But no matter what, they are not as good as home.

When he arrived at the ward, there was a noise in the next room. Then Director Cai, who was in the special ward, looked ugly and came out of it as if he was running away.

When he saw Chu Huainan, he quickly greeted him and was about to leave.

"Director Cai, what's wrong?" Dr. Chen felt very strange and asked.

"Oh, don't mention it." Director Cai shook his head. He ignored Dr. Chen and went back to his office directly.

It is normal to be ignored by the chief director. Dr. Chen has no heart.

Seeing that Director Cai's expression knew that there must be something wrong, curiosity suddenly emerged. In the special ward, those who can be moved into it are either rich or noble, and the work here is much easier to do than in the ordinary ward.

Of course, some retired veteran cadres are difficult to serve, but that's the case.

"Thank you, Dr. Xiao Shen." Chu Huainan said with a smile.

"It's okay, you're welcome." After saying that, Dr. Chen turned around and left the special ward.

He did not go back to the room directly, but saw that Director Cai was not in the corridor and went in to chat with the hospital in the special ward.

They are all very familiar with each other and have nothing to say about it. Dr. Chen asked the situation directly. It is not a trivial matter to make the 912 director turn around and run away. What's more, the director of the special ward, and I don't know how many big people they know.

The hospitalization of the special ward was always amused and cried, saying, "Don't mention it, that old man is full of geriatric diseases, so it's nothing to communicate with him."

Dr. Chen didn't interrupt him and listened curiously.

"His son is a big business, the kind of flying around the world." said the hospitalized general: "Isn't this time to take care of him? I'm worried that the nanny will not be able to serve him well, so I arranged it here."

Dr. Chen smacked his tongue.

The cost of staying in a special ward of 912 is no worse than that of a five-star hotel.

It is certain that he can arrange it here, and it is certain that he is not short of money. My son is not bad here, so he didn't leave the old man and ignore him.

"When you ask about the condition, the patients are very kind, but they are not special. But as soon as he talks about his son, he will lose his temper." The hospital always smiled bitterly, "There are still nothing that doesn't."

"What are there?" Dr. Chen was curious.

"I gave money to anyone." The hospital always had a strange expression on his face, "You said, no one dared to listen to these things."

"I guess it's fake. You give the director some money during the Chinese New Year, and you have to go home to say it? And you are not telling your wife, you want to tell your father?" Dr. Chen said.

"Yes, why don't this father look forward to his son's good?"

"Maybe I want my son to accompany you."

"Then what? The business is gone? The life is too long? He left happily. His son started to start again at the age of fifty or sixty. That's too old."

There is no answer to this kind of ethical question. The two of them just gossiped about Dr. Chen and left.

Before leaving, he glanced at Chu Huainan's ward and thought to himself that this was a sensible person, and knew that he was going to ask Boss Zheng for surgery.

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...

For more than an hour, the plane began to descend almost as soon as it climbed to altitude.

We soon arrived at Tongliao Airport. Instead of walking from Baita International Airport, we are closer to Korqin.

Zheng Ren felt that if he came here next time, he would be more worry-free to drive.

"Boss, do you feel that the air here is full of the smell of the Gobi Desert?" Su Yun asked.

Xie Yiren was no longer very shy when she held Zheng Ren's arm. She looked at this small airport with only three aprons curiously. The white clouds in the distance were as soft as cotton candies.
Chapter completed!