"Divine Doctor Ling, you're here."
"Have you eaten, Divine Doctor Ling? You are much more handso than you are on TV."
Ling Zhenfei saw the people around him greeting him, and of course, he responded. He wondered to himself, surely he couldn't be that famous, could he? It seed to him that his fa hadn't spread so widely.
However, once he followed the welcoming people into the lobby of the hospital, Ling Zhenfei finally understood the reason. Inside the grand lobby of Binyang Hospital, directly opposite the entrance where everyone could see upon walking in, there was a large billboard with a half-body photo of Ling Zhenfei.
Beneath the photo, in very large letters, it read: "Doctor of dicine, Professor, Mr. Ling Zhenfei."
The details of Ling Zhenfei's achievents were listed below, but there were also exaggerations. Phrases like "Divine Doctor," "Bian Que reincarnated," "Hua Tuo reborn" were frequently used.
The elderly folks in the hospital saw Ling Zhenfei's photo every day; it would be strange if they didn't recognize him. That's why Ling Zhenfei was so well-known in Binyang Hospital.
Ling Zhenfei was truly amused by Chen Dafu, but then he also felt a bit angry. He had been desperately trying to keep a low profile, yet here was Chen Dafu, eagerly inflating his popularity. How could he not be annoyed?
At that mont, Chen Dafu heard the news of Ling Zhenfei's arrival and personally ca to greet him.
"Divine Doctor Ling, you've finally arrived, I've been so anxious."
Chen Dafu's face was full of excitent as he approached to shake hands with Ling Zhenfei, but Ling Zhenfei refused him, saying, "Don't give these pretenses, tell what's going on first."
Naturally, Ling Zhenfei was referring to the photo at the entrance. Chen Dafu laughed and said, "Divine Doctor Ling is the pride of our hospital. It's only appropriate to have it hung here."
Ling Zhenfei was speechless and said, "Director Chen, since when did I beco a Doctor of dicine at your Binyang Hospital? How do you explain this?"
Chen Dafu smiled awkwardly and replied, "The thing is, after a eting and discussion by our hospital's leaders, we felt that it was beneath your talents to rely be an honorary professor at Binyang Hospital. Therefore, we've made an exception to promote you to be our Doctor of dicine and a professor. Of course, your salary has been greatly increased as well."
Ling Zhenfei was speechless: "Director Chen, whether you make an honorary professor or a Doctor of dicine, I don't care. Can you not make such a big fuss about it? Putting up such a huge portrait makes it seem like I'm dead."
"Hurry up and take it down. If that photo is still here when I co out, then sorry, but I won't be visiting your hospital anymore." After saying that, Ling Zhenfei walked inside.
Chen Dafu was taken aback for a mont and quickly said to the dical staff beside him, "What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear what Divine Doctor Ling said? Keep it low-key, get that portrait down quickly."
"But Director, the portrait is too high up; it's not easy to take down," one of the dical staff complained.
"I don't care how you do it, just get it down. If you can't take it down, I'll take you down instead."
After saying that, Chen Dafu hurried after Ling Zhenfei, and the nurses who ca along also quickly followed.
"What's the condition of the patient now?" Ling Zhenfei asked as he walked.
"Well, the patient has acute kidney failure and it looks like they're not going to make it," Chen Dafu explained on the side.
Upon hearing this, Ling Zhenfei was taken aback and stopped in his tracks, saying to Chen Dafu, "Director Chen, are you joking? If the patient with acute kidney failure is already almost gone, what's the point of calling here?"
Chen Dafu said with an embarrassed expression, "Divine Doctor Ling's patient is of special status, and they are willing to offer a high price. Their demands are not high, all they want is for you to ensure the patient's life for a week."
"A week," Ling Zhenfei was sowhat stunned. If they were talking about saving the patient, it wouldn't be very easy, but if it was just about ensuring a week's ti, that was still manageable.
"How much are they willing to pay?" Ling Zhenfei urgently needed money, so he valued it quite a bit.
Hearing Ling Zhenfei say this, Chen Dafu knew that Ling Zhenfei was definitely open to negotiation. He smiled and held out his right palm, saying, "Ten million."
Ling Zhenfei was shocked, ten million, how was that possible, who would want to spend ten million on treatnt, that was a bit too extravagant.
"Why offer such a high price?" Ling Zhenfei asked curiously.
Chen Dafu smiled and said, "They are rich, very extravagant. Why worry so much? It's good as long as there's profit to be made."
Ling Zhenfei looked at Chen Dafu and said, "What about your benefit? You wouldn't go to all this trouble without a benefit for yourself."
Chen Dafu laughed and said, "The person has a special status, of course I won't miss out on my benefits. The money goes to you, the other benefits are mine."
As the two talked, they arrived at a ward in Binyang Hospital. The other two rooms in this ward were also empty, which clearly had been reserved. They truly exhibited their extravagance to the fullest.
There were quite a few people guarding the door, and they obviously didn't look like ordinary people. All of them were of status and standing, and at this mont, all were waiting outside.
Ling Zhenfei followed Chen Dafu and walked straight into the ward.
There weren't many people inside the ward; a few were waiting nearby, apparently the patient's relatives.
The patient lay on the bed with eyes closed, evidently very weak, with very faint signs of life.
"Hello everyone, this is Divine Doctor Ling. I believe you should have seen his information online," Chen Dafu introduced Ling Zhenfei to the several people around.
"Isn't that obvious, if it weren't for Ling Zhenfei, who would co to this godforsaken place for treatnt?"
One of the n, who seed to be the patient's son, looked at Chen Dafu with utter disdain and spoke in a manner that was infuriating.
Chen Dafu, however, seed sowhat indifferent as he introduced him to Ling Zhenfei, "This is the old man's son, Jiang Ming, from Capital City."
Ling Zhenfei was about to greet this Jiang Ming, but at that mont Jiang Ming started yelling at Chen Dafu, "What's the matter with you, don't you know it's urgent to save people right now, why are you wasting ti here, can we start the treatnt or should we transfer to another hospital?"
Jiang Ming dismissed Ling Zhenfei, which surprised him. It was hard to imagine, generally in these situations, the family of the patient would be asking the doctor for help, not talking to the doctor in this manner.
Ling Zhenfei felt slightly offended in his heart, but he didn't say anything and sat down beside the bed to take the patient's pulse.
The pulse was indeed very strange. The patient was very weak and, as Chen Dafu had described, indeed showed symptoms of acute kidney failure. However, according to the pulse, the patient had almost no chance of survival. Yet, what was odd was that the patient was still alive.
Ling Zhenfei analyzed that this Jiang Ming, the old man's son, was very rich; perhaps he had given the old man so incredibly precious substance, which was why he was still alive. But according to the pulse, the old man's vital energy was gradually fading and he could die at any mont.
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