Rebirth of the Non-Mainstream Village Chief

Chapter 126 It is better to choose a day than to hit the sun
Yang Rui refused to let go, and let the questioner go, but took all the doctors from the church hospital with him.

"There are some things I didn't want to say at first, but since I opened my mouth today, I will simply open up and say... You guys, are you addicted to being slaves? Do you feel proud of being slaves? Forgot that the blood flowing in your body is still Huaguo?"

Yang Rui walked slowly in front of the blond guy, slowed down his speech, and continued with deep pain but passion:
"Hong Kong City is the port city of the Hua people. It was before, it is now, and it will be even more so in the future! The Great Yin Empire is a bandit. It was before, it is now, and it will be in the future!"

The ghost was oppressed by Yang Rui's aura, so he didn't dare to fight back, he just shrugged his shoulders and curled his lips.

Yang Rui sneered and let the ghost go.

"As for you, you are proud of speaking the language of birds, ashamed of speaking your mother tongue, proud of adoring foreigners, and ashamed of caring for your motherland...Of course, I, Yang, have no right to decide your choices, but I still want to tell everyone that kneeling people have no right to speak and are not worthy of being respected."

After speaking, Yang Rui gestured to Song Guangping.

"Professor Song, let's go and visit my Uncle Long in the ward."

As soon as the words fell, there was applause at the door of the consultation room.

The door was opened, and two capable men came in pushing a wheelchair, and it was Uncle Long who was sitting in the wheelchair.

"well said!"

Although the four-eyed dragon is seriously ill and speaks weakly, the dragon's life is still alive, and the dragon's power will not diminish.

"Ruizi, what you said has reached Uncle Long's heart. Why is Uncle Long unwilling to let these guys undergo surgery? There is no other reason, but because a dog slave is not worthy of using a knife on Uncle Long!"

If the guys in the hospital were still dissatisfied with Yang Rui, but they just didn't have time to fight back, then the appearance of Xin Hesheng's talker completely annihilated their self-esteem.

Dare to chew your tongue in front of the four-eyed dragon?
Let's register at the crematorium first.

Yang Rui walked forward quickly, and took the wheelchair from the hands of the two capable men.

"Uncle Long, why don't you rest on the hospital bed and come here?"

Uncle Long laughed and said, "I'm going out to take a pee. I heard the excitement here, so I just stopped by."

Song Guangping also came to Uncle Long.

Yang Rui introduced: "Uncle Long, this is Professor Song Guangping Song from Zhongshan Affiliated Hospital in the provincial capital. He will be in charge of your operation tomorrow."

Song Guangping smiled and called Brother Long.

The four-eyed dragon waved his hands again and again.

"You can't, you absolutely can't. I'm young, so just call me A-Long."

Yang Rui pushed Uncle Long back to the ward, followed by Song Guangping for a detailed physical examination.

"How about it, can I survive tomorrow's surgery?"

Song Guangping smiled, and replied, "I have to say, the doctors in this church hospital still have two brushes. Your condition should be much better than when you were admitted."

Uncle Long laughed exaggeratedly: "You can see this?"

Song Guangping said honestly: "I read your medical records, I know what kind of state you were in when you were admitted to the hospital, and I also read the examinations you have done. To be honest, it is not easy to restore you to the current situation with conservative treatment."

Uncle Long was slightly worried: "What about after the operation? After the operation, can I still fight Rui Zai for three hundred cups?"

Song Guangping said with a smile: "Theoretically, of course not. After the operation, not only can you not drink alcohol, but you can't smoke. However, if you secretly take a drink and take a few sips behind the doctor's back, no one will notice."

Uncle Long smiled reassuringly.

If the dog doesn't fight, it doesn't know who is the master in the family.

After the joint education of Yang Rui and Uncle Long, the gang of coffee in the church hospital obviously restrained a lot.

At the following preoperative preparation meeting, they all behaved like Teddy, and they agreed to whatever Song Guangping arranged. Two of them took a notebook and a pen and recorded Song Guangping's confession verbatim.

Of these two, one is the anesthesiologist for tomorrow's operation, and the other is the assistant arranged by the department in advance for Song Guangping.

After the preparatory meeting, Song Guangping had a special meeting with these two.

That assistant was obviously a little nervous.

"Professor Song, I don't have enough experience in bypass surgery, and I'm worried that it will drag you down on the operating table."

Song Guangping smiled, patted the young doctor on the shoulder, and asked, "I know your English name is Vincent, but can you tell me your Chinese name?"

The doctor replied embarrassingly, "My surname is Guan, and my name is Guan Peng."

"The name is quite loud, it's much better than your English name..." After joking, Song Guangping continued: "Doctor Guan, do you know what level of doctors are performing this kind of surgery in my hospital?"

Guan Peng naturally didn't know.

Song Guangping asked himself and answered: "Under normal circumstances, it is the attending physician who performs the surgery. I think you are not young, and you should have some surgical skills. So, it doesn't matter if you don't have enough experience. Just relax. I will slow down the operation speed tomorrow, and you should be able to keep up."

Guan Peng was obviously moved.

In their hospital and their departments, young doctors do not enjoy this kind of treatment. How can the superior doctors willingly slow down on the operating table so that the subordinate doctors can keep up with the rhythm?
After being dragged down by the chief surgeon, besides being scolded, he was scolded.

After finishing these preparations, it was already lunch time.

Xie Zhiyuan kindly invited Song Guangping and Yang Rui to have a working meal in their hospital, and Song Guangping happily agreed.

Hong Kong people are really particular about what they say and do. They say that a work meal is really a work meal. One plate per person, one soup with two meat and two vegetables.

It's also thanks to Professor Song being a nerd-type expert. If it were someone else, it would not be impossible for him to slam his face and leave.

When eating, Yang Rui habitually replayed the whole process in his mind, and that strange feeling with no explanation came back again.

I always feel that something is going on, and it's not a small thing, but I just can't figure out what will happen.

Certainly not on the operating table.

Doctors in Huaguo have achieved Song Guangping's level. Perhaps they are not as good as other western countries in terms of scientific research ability, and their basic theoretical ability is also far behind others, but in terms of practical ability, they can completely surpass the world.

On the one hand, the Chinese race is suitable for this kind of fine work, on the other hand, practice makes perfect.

Song Guangping's operations in a month can be compared to the amount of operations performed by doctors of the same level in Western countries in a year.

And Song Guangping himself said that for this kind of surgery, he can easily complete it with eyes closed.

"Uncle Song, what do you think of that kid surnamed Guan?" Taking advantage of Xie Zhiyuan's absence, Yang Rui took the time to ask.

Song Guangping snorted and said, "That's it. If I take the exam for graduate students, I'm afraid I will fail."

Yang Rui said again: "Then you are still willing to take him for surgery?"

Song Guangping smiled and said, "If you are willing, then I will take you on stage?"

Yang Rui shook his head and said, "I'm worried that he has some special thoughts during the operation..."

Song Guangping said disapprovingly: "If he has any ideas, he won't be able to stir up a wave."

It so happened that Xie Zhiyuan came over with a dinner plate at this moment, so Yang Rui had no choice but to stop there.

Song Guangping's attitude verified his speculation. Such an operation is really not difficult for Song Guangping, so the possibility of this happening on the operating table is almost zero.

However, the ominous premonition was so strong that Yang Rui's lunch was quite absent-minded.

……

Pengcheng.

Jin Xuedong only took Lin Yue with him, and sat across from nearly 20 people from the Xiangjiang Fellowship.

"It's just a few words, do you need to put up such a big battle?"

On the opposite side, Ou Shanhu, the boss of the Xiangjiang Township Association, sneered back.

Ou Shanhu's hometown is at the foot of Hengshan Mountain. As the saying goes, relying on the mountains depends on the mountains and the water. As a child of a mountain family, Ou Shanhu basically spent his childhood going up or down the mountains every day.

Physical fitness is naturally much tougher than that of city dwellers.

In addition, his father has a violent temper, and the only way to educate his son is to fight and kick. Ou Shanhu, who has been raised since he was a child, has naturally developed a super fighting ability.

When he became an adult, Ou Shanhu inherited his father's violent temper and made a living in the north of Hengshan Mountain. Later, a boy from the neighboring village made some money in Pengcheng, and Ou Shanhu was stimulated when he returned home with his clothes, so he bid farewell to his hometown and came to Pengcheng penniless.

Like Jin Xuedong, Ou Shanhu started out as a coolie in Pengcheng, and later, because of his ability to fight and endure, he gradually gained prestige among Xiangjiang fellow villagers, and gradually grew into the boss of Xiangjiang fellow villagers.

"Dong Batian, do you think there is still a need to talk between us?" Ou Shanhu made a gesture, and immediately a younger brother handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.

Jin Xuedong smiled.

"I've already made an agreement with my brother. After you settle down, my brother will withdraw from the blocking business and go to the construction site with me. Therefore, I think it is necessary for us to talk about it."

Get out of the blocking business?
Ou Shanhu couldn't help being taken aback.

How could the mighty Dong Batian give up so easily?
Jin Xuedong continued unhurriedly: "You ruined my brother's business, beat my brother's people, and made my Dong Batian lose face. Ou Shanhu, tell me something sweet, how much do you think my Dong Batian's face is worth?"

Ou Shanhu sneered back again, wanting me to lose money to Xiangjiang Bang?

no way!

Jin Xuedong's smile became more and more intense: "I came here just to let you know, to pay my brother 50 yuan, and this account will be overturned. If not, you can choose a day, and we will make gestures."

Ou Shanhu laughed out loud.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Jin Xuedong shook his head and sighed: "I'm not afraid, I have to wait until the gesture is over to find out. Since you, Ou Shanhu, also have the same intention, then I suggest that choosing a day is worse than bumping into the sun..."

As he said that, Jin Xuedong got up slowly, patted Lin Yue on the shoulder beside him, and ordered: "Go out and call the hospital to let them prepare early. There will be more than a dozen seriously injured people waiting for rescue."

(End of this chapter)