My CEO Wife is Perfect

It's not a small sum of money. I can't make so much money on my own for a year.

But in order to save Ding Jiuling's life, he had to pay through other ways.

He thought for a moment, took out a wallet from his body, and pulled his hands into his hands.

A snort.

The interlayer of the wallet was torn open, and Xiao Chen took out a black gold card of Centurion.

if as like as two peas, she will be surprised to find that it is exactly the same as her card, but the number sequence is different.

Xiao Chen took the bill and put the black gold card in together, "elder sister, pay the fee."

"OK, I see."

The toll collector didn't care, and took the case, the bill and the black gold card.

But when she looked closely, she immediately looked unbelievable.

Because she is a student of Finance and accounting, she has a thorough understanding of some banks, economy and finance in the world, especially the rich card launched by the world's major banks, which represents her identity.

It was the first time for her to see such a centurion black gold card. It was even more shocking than what she had seen in books before.

The toll collector looked up quickly and looked at Xiao Chen. His attitude became extremely respectful. "Sir, don't worry. I will contact the Dean immediately and give the green light for your friend's treatment all the way. Even if our doctor is tired to death, we should save your friend."

"Well."

Xiao Chen just nodded lightly and laughed gratefully.

Soon, the payment is complete.

The toll collector couldn't put it down and handed out the black gold card. He also took a deep look, as if to be printed in his mind.

Xiao Chen didn't care. He took the card and walked back, because he was always concerned about Ding Jiuling's life and death.

Because of the uncertainty of her illness, Ding Jiuling may die at any time. Therefore, she must stay near her to rest assured.

Looking at his back, the toll collector quickly picked up the phone and dialed the president of China Shipping people's hospital.

Dudu

The call will be through soon.

The president of the people's Hospital of China Sea is an old man named Wang Qianxi. Because he is old, he seldom does some energy consuming surgery or research. Basically, he is waiting for retirement.

At this time, he was off work and was teasing his grandson at home to enjoy the happiness of his family.

Hearing the mobile phone ring, he picked it up casually, "Hello, who is it?"

The voice of the toll collector came, very anxious, "Dean, just a moment ago, a critically ill patient came to our hospital and is now being rescued."

"Hey."

Wang Qianxi didn't have a good laugh, "I said you little girl, the toll collector is the toll collector, why do you care about being? Our hospital is not careless in rescuing. "

"No, Dean..." The toll collector said mysteriously, "the key is not the patient, but the friend accompanying him. He even came to pay with the centurion black gold tea, and his clothes were quite ordinary."

"Oh?"

Wang Qianxi was stunned and his face became dignified.

His concern was not to make friends with the powerful, but to be afraid of offending them.

After all, people have birth, death and old age, which is the normal life. Once the patient is seriously ill and the patient can not be saved, it is very likely that medical disturbances will occur.

If the ordinary people, spend some money to pension their families, make corresponding compensation will be in the past.

I'm afraid that the powerful, powerful and rich upper class people can't be fooled by money. If they can't be cured and die, that's the responsibility of the hospital, at least in the eyes of these big people.

Think of here, he helplessly smile, "girl, you immediately tell this situation to the director on duty, let him try his best to rescue the patient, I will be there soon."

"Yes, Dean."

With that, the toll collector hung up.

Wang Qianxi listened to the phone's beep, silent bitter smile, "old man, am I easy? I'm going to retire at the end of this year. At this critical juncture, I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse

His grandson took his hand and said, "grandfather, what's the matter with you? Keep telling me stories and play with me. "

Wang Qianxi's face became bitter gourd color, rubbed his small head, doting way, "good grandson, go to your grandmother, grandfather has an emergency to rush back to the hospital."

"No, no I want to hear my grandfather tell a story

But his grandson refused to let him go.

If you don't want to hear it, you'll be angry

Seeing Wang Qianxi's gloomy face, his grandson immediately flattened his small mouth, his face was aggrieved, and his tears were like broken pearls.

"Wow..."

Wailing and crying, continuous, sound shock the whole house.

This attracted Wang Qianxi's wife's attention. She walked out of the kitchen, glared at Wang Qianxi with dissatisfaction, and said angrily, "you old man, you can't even bring your grandson well. What else can you do?"Then, he took his grandson in his arms and comforted him carefully.

Wang Qianxi looked bitter, but said, "Caiyun, I have to leave. There is a great person in the hospital. If he is angry, it is not a question of whether I can retire, but that our Wang family may be destroyed."

"Alarmist

Hearing this, his wife's face turned to a congealed one.

At this time, his grandson did not cry, but did not understand why his grandfather and grandmother suddenly became so solemn and serious?

Wang Qianxi patted his little head and looked at his wife and said, "take your grandson at home. I'll go to the hospital."

"It may be a good thing to treat this noble person well. Pay attention to your words and don't offend others."

His wife watched him leave in a hurry with anxiety in her eyes.

……

Drop by drop

In the intensive care unit of the people's Hospital of China, the medical equipment in the ward has not stopped working for a moment, which makes people dazzled and dazzled.

Ding Jiuling has fallen into a coma, pale and terrible.

Those doctors also received the notice, did not dare to have any slack, a flurry.

"Everyone should be alert and don't make any mistakes. This is not ordinary people. If someone dies in an accident, whether we can eat this bowl of rice again is a matter of two opinions."

"Not so serious? Who the hell is this? We have never heard of the poison in her, and we have never seen it before. "

"Don't say it's you. As the director of the emergency department, I have experienced thousands of first-aid cases. I have never seen this kind of poisoning symptom, and I can't find out what kind of poison it is. It's really weird."

"Don't talk. It's just a challenge for our hospital. Maybe there will be a miracle."

In their continuous operation practice, the bag of blood into Ding Jiuling's body, the other wrist is dripping blood, dripping into the bucket beside the bed.