White armor

Chapter 300: Fracture, Not a Fracture
"I was burned, thank you." The girl glanced at Luo Hao and answered politely.

But although she was polite, she had no intention of continuing the conversation. She pulled her mother away, using her cell phone as a mirror to look at her black tongue.

Seeing that the mother and daughter did not take it seriously, in fact, they did not think there was anything wrong with the black tongue, and it was not even a burn. The "burn" they mentioned was just a joke.

Luo Hao was a little helpless.

"Chen Yong."

"Gah~"

Luo Hao frowned slightly and glanced at Chen Yong.

He learned quite quickly from Zhuang Yan.

It is really hard to learn good things, but it is very easy to learn bad things.

"They may be suffering from nitrite poisoning. Let them go to the hospital for a check-up."

Chen Yong's mask moved, probably because he was secretly criticizing Luo Hao, but it only moved twice, then he reached out to take off the mask and strode towards the mother and daughter.

"Senior Brother Luo, isn't the black tongue what Chinese medicine calls black greasy coating?" Zhuang Yan asked when she didn't understand.

"The black greasy tongue coating caused by cold and dampness blocking the spleen, internal obstruction of phlegm, food stagnation, blood stasis, and kidney deficiency requires diagnosis, but do you think they look alike?" Luo Hao asked.

Zhuang Yan thought Luo Hao was asking questions, and watched Chen Yong communicate with the mother and daughter from a distance seriously.

"Not likely, especially since he just came out of a hot pot restaurant. It's most likely that the hot pot base was simmered for a long time, leading to mild nitrite poisoning." Luo Hao didn't keep Zhuang Yan in suspense and gave the answer directly.

"But their base sauce and butter are in bags." Zhuang Yan asked the question in her heart with her eyes flashing, clear and bright.

Luo Hao laughed and didn't explain much.

"Xiao Zhuang, you think this is too simple." Seeing that Luo Hao was too lazy to talk, Meng Liangren took over the important task of persuading him and explained, "The circulating hot pot base is the most common, so I seldom eat out."

"Uh."

"Even if we eat, we'll eat plain hot pot."

"Then why are you here?"

"Doctor Chen, you got the coupon. It doesn't cost money. Even if it's poisonous, I can tolerate it." Meng Liangren smiled with a gentle and kind face. "I remember a while ago, there was a chain hot pot restaurant that soaked sour pig's trotters in boiling water and sold them after soaking."

"what!"

"I won't stop until the pig's trotters are completely covered with green hair. It's a chain store, it makes money, it's not shabby."

"Meng, is this true?"

"It's just like falsifying data in a laboratory." Meng Liangren said something that Zhuang Yan could understand, "Doesn't Professor Luo often say that the world is just a makeshift team? If 10% of people do serious work, the world will continue to move forward."

"No way, if a pig's trotter is broken, we have to rinse it with boiling water?" Zhuang Yan, with the simplicity and kindness of a college student, could not believe that what Meng Liangren said was true.

“Of course, these are all costs.”

As he was speaking, the mother and daughter not far away obviously believed what Chen Yong said.

Meng Liangren touched his cleanly shaved chin and thought and compared in his mind - if he went there himself, people might believe him, but the effect would definitely not be as good or as fast as Chen Yong's.

No wonder so many young girls in the hospital were bewitched by Chen Yong as if they had drunk a love potion.

Although he had already accepted this "setting" a long time ago, Meng Liangren still felt a little emotional when he saw this scene again and again.

The mother and daughter’s first thought was not to go to the hospital, but to turn around and ask the hot pot restaurant for an explanation.

Chen Yong started to persuade him again.

Although I couldn't tell what they were talking about from a distance, fortunately Chen Yong was the embodiment of justice. He calmed the mother and daughter down in a few minutes and drove away.

Before leaving, the girl held Chen Yong's hand tightly to express her gratitude.

If Chen Yong had not pulled his hand away tactfully, the two of them would probably still be standing there like statues at this time tomorrow.

"Done." Chen Yong walked back and put on a mask.

"Not bad." Luo Hao praised lightly.

"of course."

"Xiao Zhuang, do you know what's wrong?" Meng Liangren asked in a low voice.

Zhuang Yan stared at it blankly and shook her head in confusion.

"Professor Luo doesn't like to meddle in other people's business. Just persuade the patient to go to the hospital. If we go back to the hot pot restaurant to ask for an explanation, it would be meaningless if the patient's condition worsens." Meng Liangren explained.

"But the soup base they used is poisonous!" Zhuang Yan was a little anxious.

"This is not our business. We are doctors, and we can only be doctors." Meng Liangren smiled graciously, "If someone has a problem, we will remind them. Once they go to the hospital and get a diagnosis, we will naturally give them an explanation."

“What if more people are poisoned?”

"That's terrible. Your father won't be able to sleep today. Leaders from the province and city will have to stay at our First Hospital of Medical University. Don't worry, it's not a coincidence. There are too many such things. Just give him a reminder, and then we can eat somewhere else."

"How could this happen!" Zhuang Yan is a young person after all, full of energy and sense of justice.

"If we don't do this, our dinner tonight will be ruined, and we will have to argue with others, and we might even be beaten up by the clerk inside." Meng Liangren hesitated and said, "I'm not afraid of being beaten. Professor Luo is very strong in fighting. I'm afraid he will hurt someone by mistake."

Zhuang Yan recalled the scene of Luo Hao carrying bamboo, and then looked at Meng Liangren, "Old Meng, has anyone ever told you that you are greasy?"

"Everyone says so." Meng Liangren didn't think Zhuang Yan was mocking him, and said with a smile, "After being in society for a long time, it's inevitable that you won't be smooth. But what you said about being greasy is also true. What kind of machine needs to be oiled after running for a long time?"

"Lao Meng, don't drive with Xiaozhuang." Chen Yong came over and said seriously.

"Gah?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned.

Meng Liangren laughed, "I didn't drive, Doctor Chen, you over-interpreted it."

"I just don't have any evidence, but I highly suspect that you were driving. If I did, I would definitely cyberbully you." Chen Yong made a little joke.

A few people found an old Qingshui hotpot restaurant. The lamb legs were all fresh, cut by a machine and served on a simple plate, which made them feel at ease just by looking at them.

Soon, Liu Yiyi also came over.

The anesthesiology department performs a lot of surgeries and gets off work late, there is nothing we can do.

The medical team eats very quickly.

No one drank. The five of them just ate in silence. There was hardly any communication during the entire meal, and even the water pot was never actually opened once.

Every time a few plates of mutton are put in, they are taken out and eaten when the color is almost changed. No one really waits for the hot pot to boil thoroughly and be cooked.

It's a habit, a very bad habit.

In the hospital, no one knows when patients will arrive, so you should eat something first if there is food available. Otherwise, if an emergency patient is suddenly pushed in while you are eating, you may have to go under the knife on an empty stomach.

The obesity rate among medical staff on the front line of clinical practice is relatively high, and the busier the department, the higher the obesity rate. That's how it comes about.

After finishing the meal, Luo Hao put down his chopsticks, feeling very satisfied.

I looked at the time, twenty-one minutes.

People at the nearby tables secretly cast surprised glances at them, wondering if these people were the reincarnations of starving ghosts.

"I'm full." Luo Hao said.

"They say that the higher your level, the faster you eat. Professor Luo, I see you swallowed it without even chewing it." Liu Yiyi was still eating.

"It's OK, almost OK, otherwise how about see you tomorrow."

"We're eating, don't talk about such disgusting things." Chen Yong picked up a piece of enoki mushroom with chopsticks, "Luo Hao, aren't you afraid of having a stomachache if you eat so fast?"

"I'm afraid. I'm especially afraid." Luo Hao said sincerely.

"Oh? Are you still afraid of something?"

"It's better now. I was very scared when I was in school."

"why?"

"The smart medical system at my Union Hospital was designed by a sick company. When students go to see a doctor, a box pops up saying that the patient is a clinical medical student."

"Fuck, is this so exaggerated?" Chen Yong stuffed the enoki mushrooms into his mouth and said vaguely.

"Yes, that's true." Zhuang Yan agreed, "It's the same with the affiliated hospital of our school."

"So I didn't dare to get sick. I accompanied Lao Cui to the hospital once. After we went in, the teacher first looked at the situation and had an idea of ​​what was going on. He thought it was not too urgent, so he started to test Lao Cui."

"There were no other patients at the time, and the teacher was very idle. He examined Lao Cui very carefully. He broke out in a sweat and recovered immediately."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Seeing a doctor can actually turn into an exam?!
Medical students are miserable, really.

"Actually, I understand what the teacher is thinking. Sometimes I want to suggest to Director Feng that we install such a function in our hospital's computer system."

"Hahahaha, you've suffered a loss, you should make it up to your students."

Chen Yong laughed.

Meng Liangren chewed slowly and smiled to show his presence.

[As the saying goes, a man is a young man until he dies~~]

Luo Hao picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Hello, Boss Lou."

The next second, Luo Hao's expression became serious.

"Is the fracture serious?"

"Okay, hurry up, I'll pick you up at the airport."

The originally happy atmosphere suddenly froze, and no one, including Chen Yong, dared to speak.

Luo Hao, who was always sunny and cheerful, had a face that looked gloomy as if water seemed to be dripping out of it.

After a few seconds, Luo Hao seemed to be feeling better. Chen Yong looked at his expression and asked bravely, "Who has a broken bone? Do you need help?"

"Ye Qingqing."

“???” Chen Yong was stunned. Didn’t Ye Qingqing go out to play? How come she had a broken bone?

"How did you do it?" Meng Liangren asked in a low voice.

"He insisted on using anti-material weapons, it seemed to be the Barrett, and broke his shoulder blade." After Luo Hao finished speaking, he took a deep breath, but did not exhale for a long time.

Holding the phone in his hand, Luo Hao hesitated again and again, but in the end he didn't make the call.

"Can a Barrett cause a fracture? Maybe it was fired the wrong way." Zhuang Yan asked, "We don't know how to treat gunshot wounds."

"No, if they rebelled, everyone would be dead." Luo Hao finally let out his anger, "You guys eat, I'll go to the airport and wait."

"Let me know if you need help!" Chen Yong waved his hand.

Luo Hao stood up and strode away.

He was a little worried. Ye Qingqing insisted on going to the Far East Shooting Range to play. He warned her many times not to get into trouble, but in the end, something happened.

But it shouldn't be too serious, it depends on the situation.

Luo Hao sighed, fastened his seat belt, and headed straight for the airport.

Boss Lou's application for a private jet route was not approved. The route takes time. He can handle Russia, but not China. So he can only use a helicopter to send Ye Qingqing to the nearest airport and fly back by civil aviation.

When they arrived at the airport, Luo Hao rolled down the window, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and then called Boss Lou.

"Boss Lou, how's your side?"

"Very good... OK, will be there in 2 hours."

"Give the phone to Ye Qingqing."

"Brother, I'm fine, I just can't lift my arm. It doesn't seem swollen yet." Ye Qingqing reported his condition with full energy.

Luo Hao didn't scold her either, he knew Ye Qingqing very well.

After a few words of comfort, Luo Hao began to contact the ward. After finishing everything, Luo Hao looked at the night and fell into deep thought.

I always feel like something is wrong.

But Luo Hao couldn't tell what was wrong. It should be his sixth sense that was causing trouble after his mental power was enhanced.

Two hours later.

Boss Lou walked out with a gloomy and nervous look on his face, like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

He was surrounded by several burly men and Ye Qingqing, whose right arm was hanging.

Luo Hao turned on the AI-assisted diagnosis and diagnosed that there was no fracture, only soft tissue contusion.

Huh? What's going on? Isn't it a broken bone?
Are the medical conditions in the Far East so poor that even fractures cannot be diagnosed?

Although the situation is better than expected, it is not true.

Luo Hao knew that there were almost no people on the Russian Far East side, and their medical level was definitely not comparable to that of Moscow, but at least they would not make a mistake in diagnosing even the simplest fracture.

Just when he was stunned, Boss Lou gave Luo Hao a wink, which was very covert, but was caught by Luo Hao.

There's something fishy here.

Luo Hao didn't care why, but glared at Ye Qingqing sternly.

Ye Qingqing saw Luo Hao's expression, lowered her head, and felt a little aggrieved.

"It's okay, just play if you like, it's just that the recoil is a bit strong, it's a minor injury." After Luo Hao finished his PUA on Ye Qingqing, he didn't dare to do it too much, and immediately comforted her, "Just stay in the hospital for a few days."

"Brother, have you told my dad?" Ye Qingqing asked worriedly.

"I didn't say it."

"Brother, you are so nice!" Ye Qingqing immediately became happy.

"Be gentle!" Luo Hao said sternly.

"Oh oh oh." Ye Qingqing laughed and kicked Luo Hao's calf. "Brother, I'm fine. Don't tell my dad."

"I know. Do you think I dare?" Luo Hao scolded.

After sending the person to the hospital and taking an X-ray, Luo Hao returned to the ward and comforted Ye Qingqing to sleep. Only then did he have the opportunity to talk to Boss Lou alone.

Ye Qingqing is not stupid. Luo Hao is not willing to take time out to go out with Boss Lou before she goes to bed.

"Professor Luo, I'm really sorry." Boss Lou rubbed his hands, looking like a coal worker who had just come out of a tunnel.

"What's going on? I think there's nothing wrong with the film, but there's something wrong with the report." Luo Hao asked.

Boss Lou had a strange expression on his face, then he said seriously, "Qingqing is very good, obedient, and considerate."

"Don't say good things about her, just tell the truth." Luo Hao interrupted Boss Lou seriously.

"She just likes all kinds of weapons. I took her to drive a tank, and Qingqing has been discussing with me these days about flying a plane. She has already flown a helicopter, and she wants to fly a SU-57."

"???" Luo Hao looked at Boss Lou seriously, "You can get this too?"

"They are very brave. As long as they pay money and add some vodka, there is nothing they can't handle." Boss Lou sighed, "I was afraid something might happen. It happened that I had a small bruise when I was planning to play Barrett today, so I sent Qingqing back."

"If my aunt really flies the SU-57 into the sky, I'm really scared."

"If something happens, I won't be able to come back. How can I explain this to you, Professor Luo?"

Just as he guessed, Luo Hao smiled and said, "Boss Lou is really cautious."

"As Director Ye's daughter, you can't be careless. I'm not afraid, but I can't make things difficult for you, Professor Luo."

This is asking for a favor. Luo Hao smiled and said, "Thank you, Boss Lou."

"Well, Professor Luo, look at what you said, this is all as it should be. I'm just worried about something happening while flying the plane, so... But you're really smart, and so is Qingqing. She kept pulling me along because she suspected that I wouldn't take her to fly the latest Russian fighter."

"I'm also worried that we might say something wrong when we're face to face."

Boss Lou said with a smile.

"Ha." Luo Hao smiled.

"Qingqing really likes those things. There's nothing much going on in Russia right now. She just does target practice and drives a tank. Qingqing drives the tank and it flies straight up. The speed is so fast that I almost had a heart attack when I was sitting in it."

"The child is naughty." Luo Hao is very protective of Ye Qingqing.

You can say a few words yourself.

Boss Lou wanted to preach, but couldn’t!

"It's not that I'm being naughty, I just really like it. Qingqing praised the Barrett so much, I sealed it for her and will go back when I have the chance."

Have the opportunity?
Luo Hao thought of Ye Qingqing's character and decided not to give her this opportunity.

Ye Qingqing did like it, but flying a plane directly was a bit too much.

Although it is flying a plane, most likely you will sit in the co-pilot seat, but what can't the Russian pilot do after drinking half a catty of vodka?
Luo Hao was worried.

Suddenly Luo Haofu came to his senses and asked, "Boss Lou, do you have any connections in the United States?"

Boss Lou was stunned for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Professor Luo, what kind of connection do you need? White or black?"

"Huh? Is it related to black?" Luo Hao was surprised.

"A little bit. Isn't peace abroad?" Boss Lou said with a smile, "It's just that we Chinese are used to keeping a low profile. All we hear is news of people being bullied. In fact, there are quite a lot of forces over there."

"Don't worry. I'm going to the United States soon, to Baltimore, the city near Washington, D.C. I'm going to attend an academic conference. I'm worried that you won't be able to eat or sleep well there, so I'm asking."

Luo Hao didn't care about the forces over there. He was just going there for a meeting and just needed to find someone to pick him up at the airport.

It would be even better if we could have authentic hotpot.

He didn't want to keep dealing with Han Guangyun. Luo Hao didn't like Han Guangyun, they were disgusted with each other and tried to avoid him as much as possible.

"Yes!" Boss Lou was relieved when he heard Luo Hao say that he was going to attend an academic conference, which was a matter for scholars, and he patted his chest and said.

"Bottoming?"

"The Chinese Hongmen used to be very powerful in the United States. President Roosevelt was the personal lawyer of the Hongmen leader."

"I know that, but it seems a little unsatisfactory right now."

"Still waters run deep, and the industry is all down there." Boss Lou said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Do you have any special needs?"

"Special? No, just a few days. It will be more comfortable if someone takes care of me there."

"When will you leave?"

"The meeting is on August 8th, so I should arrive two or three days before then."

"Okay, I'll make sure it's arranged."

Boss Lou agreed immediately.

Professor Luo Haoluo is steady. Although he sometimes has a bad temper, there are traces of it.

He is much easier to serve than Ye Qingqing, that little ancestor. Boss Lou thinks this is an easy task.

"Boss Lou, how is your business?" Luo Hao began to chat with Boss Lou.

The business over there is actually just so-so. It is true that money can be made, but the Russians are used to breaking their promises and are very wary of China, so everyone is prepared to come back at any time.

But everyone felt a little sorry, especially because there was a vast expanse of fertile land but no one was farming there. This was what Boss Lou, a coal miner, complained about the most.

Farming, farming, this gene has been deeply engraved in the blood of the Chinese people. Even Boss Lou, who has long been financially free, has this obsession.

Luo Hao listened quietly. Boss Lou was also good at talking. He talked about everything from farming and coal mining in the Far East to the withdrawal of domestic businessmen from Nigeria. Finally, Boss Lou sighed, "There are still not enough aircraft carriers! If it is allowed, at least five aircraft carriers can be donated overseas."

Hearing what Boss Lou said, Luo Hao smiled and said, "My fellow countryman, let's open a business!"

These words echoed in Luo Hao's ears.

But Luo Hao didn't care about it. He was a doctor, just a doctor.

……

Ye Qingqing was very well-behaved. Luo Hao knew that Ye Qingqing was afraid that he would complain to Director Ye.

On August 8, Ye Qingqing's injuries had almost recovered. Although Luo Hao did not tell her the truth, Ye Qingqing guessed a little.

But she didn't complain, but went back to the capital with Luo Hao. Although Ye Qingqing had a tomboyish personality, she was also sensible.

Only after handing Ye Qingqing over to Ye Tianqi did Luo Hao feel relieved.

Boss Lou also contacted someone and got in touch with Luo Hao.

After visiting the bosses, Luo Hao took another walk around the laboratory.

Dong Feifei removed Luo Hao's photo early in the morning. She knew very well that her senior brother might get furious if he saw the photo.

If the senior brother gets angry, the consequences will be serious.

The laboratory is running well and progressing steadily. Luo Hao estimates that after he returns and does a few more experiments, he will be able to move smoothly into the next stage.

Han Guangyun stayed with Luo Hao the whole time until they got on the plane, then Han Guangyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he did not show any emotion, Luo Hao could clearly feel his tense body relaxing.

Han Guangyun was a little strange. Luo Hao had this thought in his mind, but he didn't delve into it further.

Perhaps the pressure of the Phase 4 clinical trial of consumables on Lanco’s side is too great.

After all, the Americans' PowerPoint presentations to speculate on stock prices will eventually come to fruition.

No matter how Musk hypes up going to Mars, he will eventually have to build a factory in Shanghai and sign a series of gambling agreements.

As for the stock price increasing tenfold afterwards, that’s a story for later.

Lanco’s situation should be similar to Tesla’s, except that it is stuck in Phase 4 clinical trials.

This is what Luo Hao guessed.

This is all hard cash, and not a small amount.

There are three routes to Baltimore, two fly to Washington and one goes directly to Baltimore.

Luo Hao and his team chose the direct flight to Baltimore.

After a long journey, Luo Hao got off the plane and turned on his mobile phone and saw that someone was contacting him.

"Professor Luo, I am relieved to have you here in Baltimore." Han Guangyun saw Luo Hao contacting local friends and said with a smile, "You don't know how important you are to us."

(End of this chapter)