In a trance, he saw Boss Zheng pressing Dean Yan on the bed and threatening him a few words.

What's the situation?

"What are you doing when you stand there? That's how you rescued me?" Su Yun snatched the electrocardiogram machine and ran over. While taking the time, he didn't forget to say a word to Zhou Litao.

Dean Yan was too nervous and didn't realize what was going on and was still struggling.

Su Yun felt a little annoyed and really wanted to beat Dean Yan.

I don’t listen to the doctor and still struggle hard. Do you think I’m not dying fast enough?

"Shut up!" Zheng Ren roared, "You don't want to die, be honest!"

The sound was very loud, which made the walls of the emergency room tremble. What trembled with it was the hearts of everyone present.

The air was frozen, and even the sound of vomiting outside became much smaller.

Because the sound was too loud, Dean Yan was stunned for a moment and stopped struggling.

Dean Yan, that is the role that 912 is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is not trembling with his eyes.

Boss Zheng is so awesome, so Dean Yan dare not speak!

Before he could finish his clothes, Zheng Ren tore away Dean Yan's clothes. The buttons of the clothes fell all over the ground with cracklings, and Su Yun began to install the electrocardiogram conductor behind him.

"Don't move, have an electrocardiogram." Zheng Ren said sternly.

Ye Qingqiu has dry mouth and tongue, and a myocardial infarction? If the diagnosis is correct, it is equivalent to saving Dean Yan's life.

The future... Thinking of this, Ye Qingqiu smiled bitterly.

Boss Zheng did not want to do this, and had officially received information from Massachusetts General Hospital in the morning, and said anxiously that he would hire Boss Zheng to become a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital.

In other words, people now slap their butts and turn around and leave, which is still the Massachusetts General Hospital that everyone dreams of.

The Massachusetts General Hospital does not count, but is still a tenured professor who will never dismiss his entire life. Tenured professors are not counted. It is said that Boss Zheng was named the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Dean Yan's son seems to be at MIT, and he might be able to use it in the future.

Is this someone who can offend?

Nonsense!

Everyone present had their own thoughts, and the electrocardiogram had been pulled out while in silence.

St. section arched back like a archer, in the words of the common people, this is called pulling the banner.

Myocardial infarction!

"Flat car!" Zheng Ren shouted.

When Zhou Litao saw the moment when the St section was raised, his body subconsciously moved and had already pulled the flat car to the door.

"Why are you all standing there? Come and carry someone!" Zheng Ren was not polite and drove Vice President Yuan, Director Ye, Director of the Emergency Department, and even Hua Liang were not left behind. He carried Director Yan onto the flat car with all his might.

"Su Yun, go to the operating room and inform that side of preparing for emergency surgery."

"Director Ye, inform President Yan that the surgery is needed immediately, and you can handle the procedures."

"Vice President Yuan, you are responsible for the transfer of children on this side. After the operation, I will rush to the community hospital." Zheng Ren kept yelling.

The orders were extremely smooth and natural.

Here,

Emergency Rescue Room,

He is the king here!

"Doctor Zheng, how is President Yan's condition?" asked Vice President Yuan.

"It's very heavy, so you need to hurry up and check the situation. It's time to lower the stent, and it's time to remove the truncated truncated truncated. Su Yun asked Xiao Feng to arrive at the interventional catheter chamber in 5 minutes."

After saying that, Zheng Ren pulled the flat car and ran away.

Dean Yan lay on the flat car and calmed down. He immediately felt severe pain in his chest and back.

I'm old, I'm really old.

I also want to go to the front line to take charge and coordinate. Even if I sacrifice, I can say that I am wearing a corpse.

But before I could get out of the 912 emergency room, did I have a myocardial infarction?

What a fuck!

President Yan cursed in his heart.

...

In the emergency department, Vice President Yuan took over the command and fully commanded the transfer of sick students.

However, there are not many things he needs to do, so he gives orders and naturally someone will be responsible for the transfer.

In order to prevent students from turbulent moods, the medical staff of the 120 ambulance cannot wear chemical protective clothing.

There are only 4 cars, which will take nearly one night to transfer patients.

But for the time being, this is the only way to do this. 912 is a precaution before it happens.

If the disaster at the beginning of the century really happened, at least there would be a way to deal with it so that we would not watch the virus spread.

No matter how much you have, you really can't think of it.

I hope everyone is safe and safe, and these children like flowers have nothing to do.

"Director Yuan, have you practiced normally?" Hua Liang came over and asked.

"Well, I have done one or two exercises, and the community hospital prepared for Dr. Zheng has just been renovated and used as an emergency treatment center." Vice President Yuan said.

"Community hospital decoration? Your department is really rich." Hua Liang smiled.

"Boss Zheng has built the social capital himself, but he didn't expect to encounter this when it started running." Vice President Yuan said.

"Boss Zheng is very awesome." Hua Liang remembered the scene just now, and he was sure that if President Yan had to do anything more, he would have a slap in this side.

Young people are just lively and lively. But they slapped Dean Yan honestly... Thinking of this, Hua Liang felt dry and dry.

"..." Vice President Yuan also thought so, but he couldn't answer this.

"Are you spoiled Boss Zheng too much? If you have the ability and have the ability, you have to discipline yourself?" Hua Liang said in a low voice.

Vice President Yuan felt sick and he knew what Hua Liang meant.

Dong Tumor has been trying to poach Boss Zheng, but a few rounds, it was blocked at the level of President Yan.

This is deliberately disgusting yourself.

He coughed and said, "Director Hua, we attach great importance to talents. Discipline? This kind of parental style is unsatisfactory."

Dean Hua shook his head slightly.

"Boss Zheng just performed a task and went to Nanyang." Vice President Yuan talked casually as if he was talking nonsense.

"Oh? What mission?"

"I don't know either, I just know that it's a patriotic overseas Chinese who fell ill." Vice President Yuan said: "But before Boss Zheng came back today, the letter from Massachusetts General Hospital was sent to the hospital first."

Hua Liang was stunned. What was the mess saying? Nanyang carried out the mission, and then the Massachusetts General Hospital sent a letter to the hospital?

Vice President Yuan found out that it was really useful to swing Boss Zheng to beat someone.

The last time I was at the Imperial Capital Medical University, Principal Zhang was stunned by himself.

This time it was Dean Hua's turn.

This guy has always coveted Boss Zheng and is still thinking about digging Boss Zheng over.

Pooh!

He just wrote a blank check, and there was a ward for Boss Zheng in the third ring road, where did the East Tumor go?

Besides, there are only a few beds in a ward, so how can there be a community hospital?

I still swung Boss Zheng and hit him clearly, telling him clearly that you can’t afford Boss Zheng!

Thinking of this, Vice President Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Director Ye, what's going on?"

Ye Qingqiu said: "It is understood that the patient is 93 years old. He performed a hip replacement surgery at Massachusetts General Hospital three years ago. He recovered poorly after the operation, deafness, blindness, and has recently suffered from heart failure."
Chapter completed!