The husband and wife of a wealthy school

"Director, I participated in lung transplantation with my supervisor when I was a Ph.D. student, but I have not done it independently. The most important thing is that this new type of medical equipment that has not passed clinical trials is used on patients. In case something goes wrong, I will How to explain to the patient, director, the patient is not an experimental product, and if there is a problem, it will kill him." Zhao Yan said in disapproval.

Director Li: "Before every medical device is put into clinical practice, there will be the first test subject. This is how medicine advances. It is better to bear the pain and watch the disease continue to deteriorate until the end, or give yourself a chance, even if it is less than Half of the chance of success, a complete cure improves the quality of life, this should be a choice you give to the patient, not you to make the choice."

Zhao Yan: "If they have money, they don't need to use this new type of artificial bronchus at all, and they can do a lung transplant operation with lower risk. I think that for a doctor, there is no distinction between high and low patients."

"But they don't have money, and they can't even pay for medical treatment. This is the reality."

……

After some verbal confrontation, Zhao Yan decided to talk to Sister Li to see the attitude of the patient and the patient's family members. It was useless for him to compete with Director Li here.

Sister Li was worried about this and that, and hesitated to make up her mind.

The elder brother lying on the hospital bed whose symptoms were relieved, with sunken eye sockets and swollen eyes, stared at the white ceiling of the ward with bloodshot eyes and said: "Do it, enough is enough, and you are burdening your family. Live like this." It would be better to die, at least there is hope for surgery.”

Sister Li burst into tears again.

Zhao Yan felt quite uncomfortable, "Sister, do you have any children at home?"

"Yes, girl, she is in high school, and her grandparents look after her in her hometown."

After the patient and family members agree, the matter is basically settled.Zhao Yan discussed with Director Li and planned to go to City B for a business trip in two days.

Zhao Yan’s postgraduate and Ph.D. university was in City B. His doctoral supervisor was an expert in lung transplantation, and he performed many successful lung transplants.

He was going to take the patient's condition data and this new artificial bronchi to ask his tutor about related issues.

Before cutting the knife, you must be sure that nothing will go wrong, and you must think about the countermeasures in advance for any possible accidents.

Director Li is an expert in heart surgery, and he has a specialization in surgery. He can't help Zhao Yan much in terms of lung transplantation.

This is a challenge, but also an opportunity. If it succeeds, it will be the first case in the People's Hospital of T City.Of course, it will not become famous, but it will be well-known in the industry.

……

After getting off work in the afternoon, he walked into the parking lot. Zhao Yan wanted to call Yan Cheng and ask if his cold was better, only to realize that he did not have Yan Cheng's phone number.

He was about to dial the number that Assistant Jiang called last night, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the dial interface. Suddenly, he entered Yan Cheng's previous phone number, and his finger seemed to have its own memory.

The phone went through, and it was picked up quickly.

Ten years later, this number is still in use!

Zhao Yan: "Yan Cheng, it's me."

Yan Cheng: "Yes."

Zhao Yan: "Is your cold feeling better?"

Yan Cheng: "It's much better, I haven't had dinner yet."

"I just got off work, why don't we go to the restaurant for dinner?"

Yan Cheng: "Okay."

During the off-duty rush hour, there were a lot of cars on the road, and the traffic jam lasted for more than ten minutes.When Zhao Yan arrived, Yan Cheng hadn't arrived yet.

There are many diners in the restaurant. Yue Qingqing's five-year-old son has just picked up from kindergarten and is sitting on the sofa in the waiting area playing Rubik's Cube alone.

Seeing Zhao Yan coming in, Zhao Jingjing ran out from behind the cash register and took his brother's arm, "Brother, what do you want to eat? I'll ask Xiaobin to make it for you."

Looking at Zhao Jingjing's smiling face like a flower, Zhao Yan knew that nothing good was going on, "There is nothing to show courteousness to, rape or steal, tell me, what do you want?"

He couldn't understand his sister's temperament very well.

Zhao Yan walked over and sat next to five-year-old Liu Xiaosheng, and patted his head. This kid looks just like his father.

"Xiao Sheng, call me Uncle."

Liu Xiaosheng: "Uncle, why am I born by my mother and not by my father?"

"Because men cannot bear children."

Liu Xiaosheng: "Why can't men have children?"

Zhao Yan: "Because men and women have different physiological structures."

Liu Xiaosheng blinked his small eyes full of curiosity: "Why is it different? What is the physiological structure?"

Zhao Yan touched Liu Xiaosheng's small brain again, the brain circuit under the soft hair is unknown, Zhao Yan pointed to Zhao Jingjing: "Ask you, Sister Jingjing."

Transfer this "one hundred thousand whys" to Zhao Jingjing to fool her.

Zhao Jingjing didn't say what she wanted to say, she ignored Liu Xiaosheng, pulled his brother and didn't let go, pouted: "Brother, my birthday is next month, why don't you buy me a set of Lancome?"

Before Zhao Yan could speak, a shadow was cast over his head, accompanied by a sentence: "What else do you want? Brother Cheng will buy it for you."

Zhao Yan smelled the leaves in the sun.

Zhao Jingjing opened her round eyes, opened her mouth, looked up at Yan Cheng, staring at Yan Cheng: "Fuck, Brother Cheng, I haven't seen you for many years, you are getting more and more handsome!"

Yan Cheng was amused by her exaggerated expression and tone, "You have also grown up and become more and more beautiful."

For the first time since they met, Zhao Yan saw Yan Cheng smile into his eyes.

Zhao Jingjing: "Brother Cheng, do you have a friend who is as handsome as you? Introduce one to me. I just like handsome guys. The ones who are handsome and rich are the best."

"That's easy to talk about, but you have to tell me first, what else do you want? Brother Cheng will buy it for you."

Zhao Jingjing's clever eyes rolled around twice, "This is not acceptable, our family has a family training, and the family training is that if you want something, you can only find it with your brother."

Liu Xiaosheng was unhappy because no one paid attention to him, so he stood up angrily: "You adults are so boring."

After saying this, I went to find my mother.

Zhao Yan and Yan Cheng sat at the table near the window in the corner, which was the table where Yan Cheng and Liu Guohua drank last time.

Yan Cheng's complexion is much better than last night, it seems that the cold is indeed better.

"What do you want to eat? How about I make it for you?" Zhao Yan poured Yan Cheng a cup of tea.

Yan Cheng: "No, there is a chef in the back kitchen, just order two dishes."

The dishes came out quickly, and Zhao Jingjing brought them over, she was very attentive.I specifically told the chef to put less oil and less spicy food. Yan Cheng’s cold is not completely cured, so it’s not good to eat greasy and spicy food.

"Have you quit smoking?" Yan Cheng asked after taking a few mouthfuls of food.

"I'm quitting, I've been taking quit smoking candy recently." Zhao Yan said, and after a while, he remembered to ask: "Yan Cheng, how about the new artificial bronchus that your company newly launched?"

Yan Cheng: "Why, do you plan to use it on your chest?"

"Yes, there happened to be a patient who met the requirements. If nothing else, I should be the chief surgeon."

Yan Cheng put down his chopsticks, and looked serious about discussing serious topics, "Guangyan has just entered China, and I can't give myself a brand name. This project was carried out before Haotian. For this new product, I specially invited Foreign experts in this field come to participate in the research and development, and the product quality can definitely be assured..."

With a "bang", the sound of the beer bottle smashing on the ground interrupted Yan Cheng's words.

Looking for the reputation, Zhao Yan got up immediately after seeing the scene over there, and hurried over.

Over there, Zhao Jingjing raised her hand and slapped a man in black with a beer belly on the face. The man was not middle-aged, but his face was greasy.Zhao Jingjing felt as if her hands had come into contact with some kind of slimy mollusk, and the palms of her hands were covered with disgusting mucus.

Men have a good face, and they can't be slapped in the face wherever they hit. In a fit of anger, the greasy man picked up the beer bottle on the table and threw it on the ground, splashing alcohol and glass shards.

Several men at the next table saw the sudden incident here, and they all gathered around, as if they were cheering for the greasy man who hadn't reached middle age, obviously they were in the same group.

The greasy man dropped the beer bottle and was still angry, trying to grab Zhao Jingjing's hair. Zhao Yan rushed over and pulled Zhao Jingjing away, but the greasy man missed his hand.

Zhao Jingjing rubbed her palms against her clothes, blushing and shouting, "Brother, he's playing hooligan, pinch my ass."

Just now this table asked for beer, Zhao Jingjing happened to be idle, so she went over to deliver beer, and it was like this.

Zhao Yan: "There is surveillance in the restaurant, call the police."

How can the greasy man give up, seeing Zhao Yan's frail and scholarly appearance, relying on his large number of people, he wants to push Zhao Yan away and snatch Zhao Jingjing's mobile phone that is going to call the police.

Yan Cheng took out his cell phone and made a call: "Assistant Jiang, top floor, Grandma's Soil Bowl Restaurant, I'll give you 2 minutes, come up!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Cheng put away his phone, and at the same time, he kicked the greasy man's knee who was about to push Zhao Yan.

The greasy man cried out in pain, knelt down and covered his knees, his face was blue from the pain, and the fat on his face was clearly visible. He called out to his brother behind him viciously, "What are you waiting for, fuck me."

Yue Qingqing came out of the back kitchen, seeing that the situation here was not good, she was on the verge of breaking out, and she was about to start working.He ran over to persuade the fight: "Everyone, don't be impulsive, speak well if you have something to say, and talk well if you have something to say."

The greasy man said with a blue face: "Tell me a fart, fuck me."

Assistant Jiang rushed up within 2 minutes. He knew something had happened just now from the tone of his boss Yan.Mr. Yan of his family is a golden bump, he can't touch it, he can't knock it off, he just caught a cold today, but he can't have a good or bad thing in his hands.

If a person is hospitalized and stops working for a few days, the company will lose millions.

He ran up in one breath without panting, and when he reached the door, he saw a man pushing Yan Cheng, which is not bad!Assistant Jiang took a few steps to run up, flew over, and kicked the man three or four meters away from Yan Cheng with a neat backspin, before stopping when he hit the table behind him.

What are you kidding? !

It's not without reason that Assistant Jiang has been able to stay with Boss Yan for so many years with such a not-so-high IQ. He has special skills, and at the same time as an assistant, he also works as a bodyguard.

Assistant Jiang's original name was Jiang Xun, and he came from a family of martial arts. He practiced martial arts since he was a child. When he grew up, he went to the American imperialists.

This ultra-professional and difficult mid-air backspin kick left everyone stunned.

Assistant Jiang acted as if nothing happened, so he ran over and looked up and down at Mr. Yan, his house, to make sure there were no missing arms or legs, "Are you all right?"

Yan Cheng: "I'm fine. These people gathered together to make trouble. Before the police come, I hope they stay quiet and don't move. You can figure it out."

"Okay, that's easy." Taking care of people is a specialty, and with this kind of skill, it's not a problem at all.

Zhao Jingjing felt that the kick just now was so handsome, it was a glimpse of it.She walked up to Assistant Jiang with two glasses of wine, "Brother, you were so handsome just now, I respect you."

When such a beautiful girl praised him for being handsome, Assistant Jiang couldn't help but blush. After staying in the United States for so many years, he still likes Chinese girls. He always feels that foreign girls are stinky.

Not long after, the police came and roughly understood what happened next. They took away those who should be taken away, and those who should be dismissed should be dismissed.

Assistant Jiang drove Zhao Jingjing to the police station to make notes.

At nine o'clock, Zhao Yan and Yan Cheng left together, there was no one in the elevator, just the two of them.

The elevator wall is a very smooth silver-white metal surface, and the silhouettes of people can be seen, which are vague and indistinct.

Zhao Yan looked at the metal surface in front of him, and he saw something on Yan Cheng's body, flashing under the light in the elevator.

He turned his head to look at Yan Cheng, and immediately locked on a diamond button on Yan Cheng's collar.

Yan Cheng looked a little uncomfortable, "What's wrong? I have flowers on my neck?"

Zhao Yan reached out and touched the diamond button, "Your button keeps shining."

Yan Cheng: "Do you like it?" That hand accidentally touched his neck, making it tickle.

"What?" Zhao Yan raised his head and met Shang Yancheng's eager eyes with a certain meaning.

This kind of meaning is like influenza, which is contagious. Zhao Yan felt that he was numb from the sight.

Yan Cheng approached step by step, forced him into a corner, and pressed his back against the elevator wall.