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Chapter 453 Banner Presentation Ceremony

Ye Changqing was being pulled out by Zheng Congyan. He wanted to shake him off, but then he changed his mind.

He gave up the idea.

Since this guy didn't ask him why he gave him the banner.

Then let him call more people.

The more people call.

The more embarrassed he became.

Suddenly, he saw Tang Zhongzhong next to him was about to say something, so he made a subtle gesture to tell Tang Zhongzhong to shut up.

Tang Zhongzhong probably guessed Ye Changqing's plan and immediately shut up.

Zheng Congyan pulled Ye Changqing into the hall and said with a smile, "Sorry to take up a few minutes of your time.

Please wait a moment, I will contact some colleagues to come over."

Ye Changqing nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Zheng Congyan walked to the side, pulled out a passing nurse and said, "Xiao Liu, go get some people for me."

Seeing that it was Zheng Congyan, Xiao Liu didn't dare to refuse: "Can I do it alone?"

Zheng Congyan smiled and said, “One person is too few, it’s not grand enough.

One of my patients came to me and gave me a banner to express his gratitude after he recovered from his illness.

I thought this was a good opportunity to shoot a video and promote the hospital and myself.

You can go find a few colleagues, the more the better, and it’s best to see if the leader is busy.

If they're not busy, it would be even better if they came." Xiao Liu was a little surprised; no one had sent a banner in the past three years. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go get them right away."

After saying that, he turned around and trotted away.

Zheng Congyan said to Ye Changqing: "Wait a moment.

I'll treat you to a meal later, just a few minutes of your time.

You can pick any restaurant in Songjiang City."

Ye Changqing smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, I asked for leave today just to present the banner.

No need to eat.”

Zheng Congyan took out his cell phone and said, "I'll book a table at Louwailou first. Let's sit together and have a drink at noon.

Let’s celebrate and make friends.”

Ye Changqing hummed: "Okay, drink a few more cups."

He sneered in his heart, thinking that it was impossible to celebrate.

Zheng Congyan would definitely hate him to death if he saw the banner. While the two were talking, doctors came over one after another, and each one of them shook hands with Zheng Congyan first.

Congratulations: "Congratulations! A patient gave you a banner."

"Dr. Zheng has superb medical skills and is deeply loved by his patients."

"Congratulations, congratulations on someone sending you a banner."

"It's a happy event, you must treat us today."

……

Zheng Congyan's smile was so wide that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears. He shook hands with everyone and expressed his gratitude.

Soon, nurse Xiao Liu came running over, panting as she ran: "Doctor Zheng, the dean, the vice dean, and the director of the hospital are all here.

People from the Propaganda Department also came.

They're preparing for a live video broadcast and are sorting out their equipment. They'll be here soon." Zheng Congyan was even happier when he heard this, and he kept straightening his clothes as if he was going on stage to perform.

The smile on Ye Changqing's face grew wider and wider. It had to be said that Zheng Congyan was really courting death.

If he cares about the patient, he will ask what disease he has and how he is doing now.

The truth was completely revealed.

But Zheng Congyan asked nothing.

I don't care whether this "patient" is really cured or not.

He only thought about taking pictures and publicity.

He deserves to be disgraced.

Soon the hospital's leadership team came over, each of them wearing a white coat and a badge of their job title, and congratulated Zheng Congyan with a smile.

The publicity department also set up a mobile phone stand and turned on the live video. After a brief communication.

The banner-presenting ceremony officially began.

A doctor from the Publicity Department acted as the host and presided over the event: "Dear leaders and colleagues on site, dear patients and their families passing by, and friends watching the live broadcast.

Hello.

A patient who was discharged from our hospital after recovery expressed his gratitude to Director Zheng.

A banner was specially made and sent to express praise and gratitude for Director Zheng's medical skills.

The banner presentation ceremony officially begins.

A patient came over with a banner and handed it to Director Zheng, a symbol of medical skills and ethics.

After he finished speaking, there was a burst of warm applause.

Two live-streaming mobile phones were aimed at Ye Changqing and Zheng Congyan.

Passing patients and their families stopped to watch. There were nearly a hundred people watching at the scene alone, and the scene was extremely lively.

Ye Changqing took out a rolled-up banner from the snakeskin bag, held it on his chest with both hands, and walked towards Zheng Congyan.

Zheng Congyan swallowed his saliva excitedly, staring at the banner in Ye Changqing's hand, inexplicably excited.

Several hospital leaders pulled out their phones, compiled a soft copy in a unified format, and posted it on their WeChat Moments: "Congratulations to Director Zheng Congyan of our hospital for receiving a banner from a patient.

Gold and silver cups are not as good as word of mouth from patients.

The banners from patients are the greatest compliment to doctors."

Then take a photo and upload it.

The first few photos have been taken, and all that’s left is a photo of the content of the banner, which will complete a wave of publicity.

They all held their cell phones, waiting for Ye Changqing to open the banner.

The Propaganda Department’s live broadcast room quickly reached nearly 10,000 people because it used money to attract traffic.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room kept refreshing the screen.

Say anything.

"A patient gave me a banner, saying this doctor is great."

"These days, doctors are using scalpels to steal money, yet there are still patients who give them banners. Is this true?"

"The above person is going too far. There are good doctors and bad doctors. You can't generalize."

"Everyone gets sick and needs a doctor. We should have a minimum of respect for doctors."

"A patient gave me a banner saying, 'This doctor is great! I'll see him if I get sick next time.'"

"What's his name? Which hospital is he from? Find out clearly. If you have a headache or fever in the future, go to him."

When the publicity department saw the netizen's comment, they immediately introduced themselves: "We are Songjiang Erkang Hospital, and the recipient of the banner is Director Zheng Congyan of our hospital.

He has superb medical skills, like Hua Tuo is still alive, and his medical ethics are noble, and he has a good reputation among the patients he cured.

Let’s not talk about it for now.

The patient presented a banner, and our Director Zheng took it with both hands.

He extended his hands as a sign of respect for the patient.

Director Zheng’s character can be seen from the details…”

Here I stopped abruptly.

He stopped talking.

Not only did he stop talking, the live broadcast room with thousands of people suddenly became quiet, as if everyone had forgotten to post comments.

The patients and their families watching the scene all widened their eyes.

He looked at the words on the banner with a shocked expression.

Zheng Congyan held the hanging scroll of the silk banner in both hands, with the banner facing outwards.

His face was full of smiles.

Seeing that the people around him were silent and had strange expressions, he frowned.

Looking at the hospital leaders, they were busy taking photos and uploading them.

He had no choice but to ask the nurse Xiao Liu who had just come over: "What's wrong? Why aren't you clapping?"

Nurse Xiao Liu's face turned pale as she pointed awkwardly at the banner in Zheng Congyan's hand: "Look...look...what's written on it..."

Zheng Congyan looked puzzled and turned the banner in his hand over to face himself.

Look down.

"Treat a healthy person as a minor illness, treat a minor illness as a major illness, and treat a major illness as a terminal illness.

Terminal illnesses need to be treated. This is for the black-hearted doctors who will do anything for money.

Zheng Congyan!"