This doctor is not short of money

Sun Jiaxiang kept his eyes on Du Heng's body. Seeing Du Heng's expression changed and his tone became a little hasty, he immediately knew that something serious might have happened.

When Du Heng put down the phone, Sun Jiaxiang asked with concern, "Little Du, what happened?"

Du Heng turned his head and glanced at Sun Jiaxiang, who was full of concern. He grunted when he came to his lips, and quickly changed his words.

Du Heng sighed and said, "Hey, my friend was in the capital to discuss business, so he drank two more drinks and was admitted to the hospital."

Sun Jiaxiang also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and comforted Du Heng, "It's just getting drunk, it's not a big deal, just go to the hospital for an infusion, don't be too nervous."

Du Heng tried his best to squeeze out a little smile, but there was still the indelible worry between his brows and eyes, "That's what I said, but my friend still has some underlying diseases, so he can't drink alcohol. Now..."

At this point, Du Heng suddenly couldn't make up the story, and could only end the topic with a sigh, "Mr. Sun, the patient's side is basically fine, and the rest is just to take care of it so that nothing goes wrong.

My idea is, I'll hurry back and have a look, and you'll have to worry too much here. "

Sun Jiaxiang remained silent for a while, and after thinking about the situation of this young man in the nursing home, he nodded and agreed, "That's fine, you can go about your own affairs.

Besides, I was the one who took over this matter, so I should finish it in the end. "

Du Heng nodded slightly, said he wanted to go back and pack his things, and then exited Sun Jiaxiang's room.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Du Heng ran into Assistant Sun Jiaxiang who came in a hurry.

Seeing Assistant Zheng's expression, Du Heng felt something, and hurriedly grabbed him who was about to open the door, and took two more steps to the side.

Assistant Zheng looked at Du Heng suspiciously and asked, "Dr. Du, is something wrong with you?"

Du Heng shook his head slightly, and asked softly, "Brother Zheng, are you going to inform Elder Sun about Elder Zheng's injury?"

Assistant Zheng nodded affirmatively, "Old Zheng was injured and sent to the hospital urgently, so he must tell the teacher."

Du Heng took a deep breath, looked directly at Assistant Zheng, and said solemnly, "Then do you think you can tell Mr. Sun that he can accept it?
Don't forget, Mr. Sun is 90 years old.

In addition, let me say a few more words, don't look at Mr. Sun who has always been energetic, especially his mobility, even the 67-year-old may not be able to match it.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that Mr. Sun's tone of voice is a little weak during this period of time.

If you haven't noticed this, then think about it, has Mr. Sun's sleep become much lighter in the past few days? "

Assistant Zheng frowned when he heard this, "I've discovered this, and in the past few days, I've been squinting three or two times a day more than before.

Although each time is very short, but the number of times is indeed too much, otherwise I would not agree with your previous proposal. "

Du Heng put his hands in his pockets, straightened his back slightly, and then said slowly, "So I think, don't tell Mr. Sun about Mr. Zheng's affairs for now.

I'll book the ticket now and hurry back as fast as possible. How about we contact you then? "

"Is this okay?" Assistant Zheng and Du Heng had different identities in front of Sun Jiaxiang, so their considerations and worries were all based on Sun Jiaxiang, but they were still slightly different.

Du Heng nodded slightly, and said in the most sincere voice, "If you can't do it, you have to do it. If Mr. Sun has any dissatisfaction, you can push the matter to me, and I will explain it to Mr. Sun."

Assistant Zheng remained silent.

But after a short period of weighing, he nodded and agreed.

After the two agreed, they separated, and the first thing Du Heng did when he returned to his room was to quickly book a plane ticket.

It's just that at this point in time, the morning flight is obviously too late, so I can only book the early afternoon flight.

After finishing the most important thing, while packing his luggage, Du Heng began to make phone calls with Dean Tian and other new friends he met in Yangcheng.

After all these tasks were done, Du Heng was able to think about the content of the phone call just now.

It's just that the more he thought about it, the deeper his frown became.

Finally, Du Heng picked up the phone and dialed Wang Pan's cell phone number.

After dialing, Du Heng didn't talk nonsense, and directly explained the purpose, "Xiao Wang, I have something to trouble you."

Wang Pan over there also said directly, "You want to talk about Mr. Zheng, right? Don't worry too much, I will be in the hospital right now, and I haven't received any bad news yet."

But Du Heng said, "Xiao Wang, I know about Mr. Zheng.

But I would like to ask you to find out for me, is there something wrong with the Institute of Acupuncture and Moxibustion? "

When Wang Pan heard this, he immediately asked suspiciously, "What does this have to do with the research institute?"

Du Heng frowned and said slowly, "I know something happened to Mr. Zheng, and the director of the office of the research institute notified me. He said that Mr. Zheng was beaten and sent to the hospital urgently.

And asked me to come back quickly and preside over the work of the research institute temporarily. "

This time Wang Pan was even more confused, "Did you hear me right? Are you asked to preside over the work?"

"Yes, I heard you right." Du Heng said with certainty, "Master Xing said that one of the other two vice presidents is abroad, and it is inconvenient to come back because of a mission, and the other went to the countryside for rounds, because the place he went to is remote, I can't come back in a short time, so let me go back quickly.

And kept begging me to go back as soon as possible. "

Wang Pan, who was holding a mobile phone, also frowned, "This shouldn't be, the institute has its own set of rules, even if the three deans are absent, they only need to perform their duties, and they don't necessarily need one person to preside over the work.

Besides, you are a nominal vice president, even the director of the office, probably more useful than you, right? "

Immediately, Wang Pan's eyes flickered while holding the phone, "Okay, I'll inquire about this for you now, and if you can preside over the work normally, then you will come back.

if. . .If something really happened to the Institute of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, and you were asked to come back to take the blame, then you should not come back.

I'm here with Mr. Zheng, and just now, the consultation specialists he invited have also arrived, so you don't have to worry too much. "

Du Heng hummed lightly, then hung up the phone, and then sat on the bed alone, lost in thought.

Wang Pan is right. He is a nominal vice president at the Academy of Acupuncture and Moxibustion. He only got the position of vice president just to give money to his resume.

Up to now, in the entire research institute, the only person he knows and is familiar with is Mr. Zheng Yuancheng, and the other half is Director Xing of the office.

As for Director Xing, he just made a phone call with Du Heng when he was paid every month, or when there were any benefits.

And it's top-notch, that is, no more than five or six phone calls.

As for the two vice presidents, they only heard their names but not their people. Apart from seeing the photos, let alone their real faces, they had never even heard their voices.

As for the other staff members, it was just a hasty meeting.

To put it bluntly, if Du Heng and those staff members met on the street, they would definitely not know each other.

As far as this relationship is concerned, it is already a bit of nonsense to ask Du Heng to go back to preside over the work.

Not to mention that Du Heng knows absolutely nothing about the work of the research institute, and has never had any contact with it, so it won't be his turn to preside over the work.

But it was precisely because he was unfamiliar with the research institute that he wanted to know what happened to the research institute. He didn't have any channels to inquire about it, so he could only ask Wang Pan to help him in the end.

And this inquiry is mainly to solve these several problems: first, who called Mr. Zheng?
One must know that Mr. Zheng is in his eighties, what kind of bastard is he who would act so frantically to an 80-year-old man.

Second, why do you want to beat an old man?

Could it be a neuropathy?Just when Mr. Zheng glanced at him while walking on the road, he suddenly became violent?
Third, that is the work of the research institute, why do I have to let myself go back to preside over the work.

Under normal circumstances, Du Heng estimated that Director Xing would definitely not notify himself, and he would have a good experience of being in charge of his own affairs.

After all, rights are very attractive.

There are still many problems, but all of them need Wang Pan to find out what's going on, so that Du Heng can make a decision.

At noon, the sky in Yangcheng suddenly became dark, and the light in the room almost disappeared in an instant.

Du Heng, who was just about to go out with his suitcase, couldn't help but stop, and turned his head to look out the window.

He had been thinking about things before, and hadn't noticed the change in the weather outside.

At this time, when I turned my head to take a closer look, I found that the sky outside was already covered with dark clouds.

The dark clouds are like a big pot lid that has been burned by firewood for a long time. It is black and tightly covered the sky, treetops, and roofs.

And the moment Du Heng turned his head, a bright light suddenly appeared in the black cloud, illuminating the layer upon layer of thick black clouds that were about to fall.

Immediately after, there was a dull thunder, as if it was exploding right next to my ears.

It's raining?
Thunderstorm?

That?
Du Heng frowned directly.

He had already figured it out, no matter what happened in the institute, he would go back.

If it's really just that he thinks too much, then he will go to the research institute to stay for a few days.Anyway, he has also been a leader, so he is no stranger to this job.

By the way, I can also see the situation of Mr. Zheng, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

But if he really let himself take the blame, then he would quietly hide at home, not telling anyone or telling anyone.

If it doesn't work, then there is still pretending to be sick.

The body is sick, and the heart is weak.

but now. . .

Just when Du Heng was hesitating, the phone rang a message notification tone.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a message from the airline.

Sure enough, people don't keep people, and sky keeps people.