The husband and wife of a wealthy school

After the director made a decision, he arranged a bed in the Department of Thoracic Surgery, and Zhao Yan asked the nurse to notify the Department of Respiratory Medicine to come for consultation.

After the consultation, Zhao Yan said to the woman as tactfully as possible: "Sister, this time I can only alleviate the symptoms. There is no way to completely cure this disease, and there is no guarantee that it will not happen again next time. You must be mentally prepared."

The woman's surname is Li, and Sister Li is very grateful, holding Zhao Yan's hand and thanking her constantly.Sister Li's hands are thick and hard, full of calluses, which are the brand of hard years.

Zhao Yan was about to leave, and couldn't help but add: "Actually, medicine is very advanced now. From a purely medical point of view, lung transplantation can be done in this case, but... the financial conditions of the patient are very demanding, big sister ,I am really sorry."

He feels that no matter what, the family members have the absolute right to know all about the patient's condition.

The assigned ward was in the innermost place. Zhao Yan walked a long way, turned a corner, and heard uncontrollable crying from behind, grieving and helpless.

At noon, Zhao Yan had lunch in the hospital cafeteria. When returning to the department, he passed the nurse's station and overheard: "Guangyan's boss..."

Zhao Yan's footsteps became slower and slower, and finally stopped, and turned to look over, three nurses in the nurse's station were pointing at the mobile phones in their hands.

Zhao Yan turned a corner, walked to the nurse's desk, and asked, "What's wrong with Guangyan's boss?"

Dr. Zhao is usually quite aloof, but suddenly he became concerned about gossip, and the three of them froze for a moment, but the enthusiasm for gossip was still there.

"Doctor Zhao, do you know the sexy goddess Xu Feiqian?" A nurse approached with a mobile phone.

Zhao Yan: "I don't know."

The nurse put the mobile phone screen in front of Zhao Yan, pointed and said: "It's her, it's her, she is beautiful, she is a rich man, did you see the man next to her? He is the boss of Guangyan, he is handsome, hey hey , handsome, not only handsome, but also rich."

Another nurse: "Don't make a hype, the entertainment industry is not all this piss."

"The photos prove it. It is said that it is a stone hammer. He also said that he was a childhood sweetheart when he was in school."

"Look at this coquettish appearance. It must be the unspoken rule. Maybe thousands of people ride and sleep with thousands of people. If the boss of Guangyan really doesn't like me, I think I'm better than her in everything."

"Here it goes again, Xiao Xu, you're almost ready, don't make fun of Dr. Zhao."

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Xiao Xu, I also think you are better than her in everything."

Xiao Xu: "Why, Dr. Zhao, have you taken a fancy to me?!"

Zhao Yan: "Don't dare, you are too tall, I can't hold it."

Zhao Yan is no stranger to the photos on the phone screen, the background is the Homecoming bar, Xu Feiqian singing in this play..., after so many years, why hasn't it changed at all.

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One autumn rain and one cool, this evening, it began to rain.

The rain hits the window glass, converging into a stream of water and flowing down the smooth glass. Everything outside the glass is invisible, as if distorted by the rain on the glass. The night under the light outside the window is like a thick and colorful abstraction. painting.

Yan Cheng stood in front of the window, feeling very uncomfortable, he had a cold.

Runny nose, sore body, sore eyes.

He felt a little symptom when he woke up in the morning, but he didn't care. He held Haotian Technology's shareholder meeting in the morning, and held a video conference with the US headquarters in the afternoon.

At the end of the video conference, after finishing the business, Alvin said with a self-blaming tone and expression: "Eris, you need to see a doctor, and I cannot shirk my responsibility for making you work sick."

"Your expression and tone should be seen by customers, and they will think that Guangyan is going to close down." After speaking, Yan Cheng cut off the video connection.

At night, the symptoms worsened.

Assistant Jiang came in with a cup of hot water, "Mr. Yan, shall I buy you some cold medicine?"

Yan Cheng: "I think this cold is quite serious, and I may need to see a doctor."

Assistant Jiang: "Then shall I take you to the hospital?"

Yan Cheng: "I hate hospitals."

Turtle hair strength is coming up again!Assistant Jiang scratched his forehead, "Then... shall I invite the doctor over to show you?"

Yan Cheng took a sip of the hot water that Assistant Jiang put on hand, his throat became hoarse due to the cold, he knew it was a tendon, and said clearly: "The person who sent me back yesterday is a doctor, and the people in T City The thoracic surgery department of the hospital went to work."

Oh, I see, acquaintances are easy to handle, Assistant Jiang suddenly realized: "Then give him a call."

Yan Cheng's back molars clenched again, "If I do everything, what do you want?!"

Understood, now I really understand, Assistant Jiang: "If you want me to call, just say it, you see that you are going around in a big circle."

Assistant Jiang felt that Mr. Yan, his boss, was showing signs of being "demonized" in the past two days.

He took out his mobile phone, only to realize that he didn't know the phone number, "Mr. Yan, do you have his phone number?"

"No, his surname is Zhao. If you can't even solve this problem, I think you can retire directly tomorrow." Yan Cheng said facing the rain outside the window.

When he spoke hoarsely, the threat in his tone plummeted by half.

Assistant Jiang called the Thoracic Surgery Department of the People's Hospital, found out Dr. Zhao's phone number, and then called Zhao Yan.

Just after dinner, Zhao Yan was reading a book in his room, listening to the sound of rain outside the window. The book was a thick and heavy medical book, and he was still chewing smoking cessation candy.

"The sea's love is too deep, time is too shallow, how can the heart that loves you run aground..."

Zhao Yan was just watching, when the phone suddenly exploded, like a clap of thunder on the ground.

He glanced at the screen, picked up the city number he didn't recognize, and said, "Hi, hello."

Assistant Jiang: "Excuse me, is this Dr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yan: "I am, who are you?"

"My surname is Jiang. I'm Mr. Yan's assistant. Mr. Yan has a bad cold. Could you please come over?"

Zhao Yan stood up from the chair all of a sudden, holding the phone in one hand and taking out the jacket in the other, "Where are you? I'll go over now."

"I'm sending Mr. Yan home now, and you come directly to Shengshi Qingcheng, which is where it was last night."

Zhao Yan took a thermometer and a pile of cold medicines that he always kept at home, thinking that it was really impossible, so he sent someone to the hospital for a bottle.

The white Lavida melts into the misty night rain in autumn.

Stopping at the entrance of a supermarket, Zhao Yan went in and bought some ginger and scallion, preparing to make a soup for Yan Cheng to relieve sweat and cold.I don't know if Yan Cheng had dinner, but after thinking about it, he bought a bunch of ingredients.

After many years, stepping into this building again, Zhao Yan didn't have a lot of emotions, he didn't have the mind to be a lot of emotions, he was only worried about whether Yan Cheng would be uncomfortable or uncomfortable.

The door was not closed, leaving a gap, Zhao Yan pushed the door directly and went in. To his surprise, he saw Bao'er in the entrance, no, it was a miniature version of Bao'er.

A kitten that looks very similar to the former Boa.

Round black eyes and a small furry body.

Zhao Yan closed the door, walked in, and put the things in his hand on the bar in the kitchen.

He bent down to pick up the kitten, put it in his arms, and squinted his eyes as soon as he touched it, looking very enjoying it, which is quite similar to Bao'er

"What's it called?"

"Little Bao'er." Yan Cheng sat on the sofa in the living room without taking off his coat.

Zhao Yan laughed: "You really save trouble."

The house has obviously been renovated, and the decoration style is similar to the previous one, except that many old things have been replaced with new ones. The painting on the wall with lavender is still there, and the colors are still bright.

The spreading purple is reminiscent of the Luberon of that year.

Zhao Yan came over with a bunch of medicines and a thermometer, put them on the coffee table, sat next to Yan Cheng and said, "Take your temperature first to see if you have a fever, and then decide what medicine to take."

Yan Cheng's eye sockets and nose were a little red.

Zhao Yan watched him clip the thermometer and asked, "Did you have dinner?"

"No."

Zhao Yan: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Yan Cheng: "I don't have much appetite, just keep it simple."

Zhao Yan made tomato and egg noodles, and then mixed it with cold cucumber for dinner.

The noodles were boiled badly, with red tomatoes, bright yellow eggs, finely chopped green vegetables, and a layer of oily flower seeds floating on it.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Yan Cheng ate his noodles, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Yan through the steam rising from the bowl.

Zhao Yan grabbed Little Bao'er's tail and teased it, "I've already had dinner."

Yan Cheng saw the dimples on his face disappear in a flash, lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

Zhao Yan: "Yan Cheng, where did you buy this kitten?"

"Assistant Jiang bought it, and I gave him a photo of Bao'er before."

Zhao Yan: "I have a low-grade fever. After you finish your meal, drink a bowl of scallion and ginger soup, drink some medicine, sleep well at night, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Yan Cheng ate his noodles with his head down and said nothing, Zhao Yan only saw his black and soft hair.

The window of the living room was closed, and the curtains were not drawn. From the rain gurgling down the glass window and the sound of "popping" rain, it could be seen that it was raining heavily outside.

After Yan Cheng drank the soup for sweating and dispelling the cold, and took the medicine, he sat there and watched the rain on the glass window without moving.

Zhao Yan: "Do you want to go to bed and lie down?"

Yan Cheng answered irrelevantly: "It's raining so hard, do you want to leave?"

Zhao Yan: "I came here by car, it's okay, I won't disturb your rest."

When we drove back, it was raining and the night was getting darker.This kind of rain, this kind of night, it is easy for people to recall the past...

Going to work the next day, in the morning, after checking the room and processing the doctor's order, Zhao Yan was called by Director Li to the director's office.

Director Li handed Zhao Yan a document, saying: "Haotian Technology, now it should be called Guangyan Technology, and its medical equipment research and development department has recently developed a new type of artificial bronchus, which can be used for lung transplantation. In order to promote This new product will provide all medical expenses including surgery costs to the first surgical patient using this new type of artificial bronchus."

While flipping through the documents, Zhao Yan said, "This kind of new product that hasn't been clinically tested is logically unusable."

"It has passed the safety inspection of the Food and Drug Administration. There must be risks. But for patients who cannot afford lung transplants due to lack of money, it will undoubtedly bring a ray of hope."

Zhao Yan: "Director, are you referring to the pneumoconiosis patient who looked down upon the disease?"

"Yes, didn't you do research on lung transplantation during your doctoral period? I think this is an opportunity for you and our thoracic surgery department."