Evil Master

Duan Hong looks at Song Huichun and puts away the black jade ointment like a treasure. He already knows that this kind of ointment is of great value in his heart. He says, "doctor song, please arrange the operation as much as you can. I can afford to pay as much as possible." Song Huichun took a deep look at Duan Hong, "young man, you can rest assured that it's my duty to save the dying and heal the wounded. Even if you agree on behalf of your family, we still need to ask the patient's opinions. If he doesn't have any problems, I'll apply to the hospital these two days. It's not a minor operation. It needs to be discussed. I'll try my best to arrange it."“ Good Duan Hong gets up and shakes hands with song Huichun to leave. It's rare for such good doctors to treat patients as their own responsibility. Most of them are influenced by interests. Rich people can have the best doctors, the best medicine and the best medical facilities. The poor? Often he has to wait for death to arrive. Sometimes the diseases that can be cured will stop because of the high medical expenses. When he is terminally ill, he will give up and return. Duan Beiping is very happy lying on the bed. He did not expect to see Duan Hong, the only child of the old Duan family, before he died. Now he looks taller and better looking, Better than when I was a kid. Suddenly, the door opened, and several doctors and nurses walked in, pushing an extra large soft ward, smiling as if they were visitors from heaven. This led to Duan Beiping's uneasiness. He thought he was going to send himself to the morgue. He just saw that his nephew had not lived enough“ Doctor, what's the matter? The hospital fees we owe will be paid right away. You'll have a few days' grace. It's really difficult at home. " Li Zhen begged. One of the leading doctors, smiling like a professional angel, said: "Mrs. Duan, you misunderstood that we are here to change the ward for Mr. Duan. The most upscale ward in our hospital can be regarded as a five-star hotel. As for your medical expenses, your nephew, Mr. Duan, has already paid you off, and there is no need to worry about the medical expenses in the future." Duan Beiping and Li Zhen looked at each other, thinking: when will there be such a nephew? 30000 yuan of medical expenses is not a small number. Several nurses have not allowed Duan Peiping to ask, and they have carried him to the soft bed with all their hands. Anyway, it's much better than the hard bed. Li Zhen quickly sorted out Duan's belongings. Her mind was full of question marks. She wondered: when did Lao Duan have such a wealthy nephew? It seems that there is only one nephew in her memory. Is it Duan Hong?