Excellent hand and heart doctor

Chapter 801 A Belated Apology (Please Subscribe)
"Dead? Uncle An, are you sure?"

On Saturday morning, on his way to Binhai Armed Police General Hospital, Lin Jie received a call from An Weize.

He suddenly heard the news of Hu Yitong's death, which made him a little surprised, and even a little confused.

"Definitely! Hu Yitong suffered another stroke and died after rescue efforts failed!"

An Weize's complex tone came from the phone, "The obituary has also been issued on the official website of Kangning Hospital. He passed away at around five o'clock in the morning this morning."

"As far as I know, Hu Yuanqing was released on parole yesterday afternoon."

"It is estimated that he told Hu Yitong about the manufacture and sale of counterfeit medicines. Hu Yitong couldn't bear it, so he died of a stroke."

This old immortal is finally dead.

After confirming that the news was true, Lin Jie found that he didn't feel very happy, but felt a little relieved.

The old guy who was always thinking about himself and trying to harm him finally died.

Facing the phone, he said: "At the beginning, I said harsh words in front of Hu Yitong, and wanted him to watch Kangning Hospital collapse."

"I didn't expect him to die so soon."

An Weize laughed and said, "It should be Hu Yitong who knew that Kangning Hospital would not be able to escape this catastrophe. He was filled with despair and grief. His emotions were too extreme to induce a stroke and died."

"It can also be said that your harsh words have come true."

"However..."

An Weize paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "This Hu Yitong is considered to be dead just right, and finally made a sacrifice for the Hu family!"

"Uncle An, what do you mean?" Lin Jie was a little puzzled.

"Chinese people have always paid attention to the fact that the dead are the greatest."

"After all, Hu Yitong is a medical expert. He has practiced medicine for decades and has treated tens of thousands of people."

"Although in the past one or two years, because of you, the late festival was not guaranteed, but his death will always win some sympathy."

An Weize said softly: "If Hu Yuanqing, on behalf of the Hu family, showed a sincere apology and repentance, and accepted punishment, coupled with the vortex of some people, it is estimated that the production and sale of counterfeit medicines will not be strictly followed. Handle it harshly."

Lin Jie asked: "Uncle An, what do you mean, Kangning Hospital can survive this disaster?"

An Weize analyzed: "This possibility is very small."

"After all, the Hu family has lost the trust of the residents. Even if they can save Kangning Hospital, they will probably change hands."

"Ajie, don't underestimate the greed of capital."

"Because of its superior geographical location, Kangning Hospital is a big piece of fat that countless people covet."

"The sympathy aroused by Hu Yitong's death, the prerequisite for it to take effect is that the Hu family knows each other and gives up everything that should be given up."

"If they still want to keep something, it can only be haha."

Lin Jie let out a soft sigh and asked, "Uncle An, tell me, can the Fu family win Kangning Hospital?"

An Weize said softly: "It's hard to say."

"Those who want to take down Kangning Hospital all have strong backgrounds. In the end, it's up to each of them to show their talents."

"Ajie, Hu Yitong's death, the grievances between you and the Hu family will definitely be revealed..."

He warned: "If someone asks you, don't be too mean, and don't make others feel like you are gloating or adding insult to injury."

Lin Jie smiled and said, "Uncle An, I will not answer this question at all."

"Hey……"

He suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Uncle An, is it possible that this Hu Yuanqing deliberately told Hu Yitong about the manufacture and sale of fake medicines in Kangning Hospital for the purpose of..."

"This is..."

An Weize chuckled, and said, "Everything is possible."

"It's just that we can't get into Hu Yuanqing's mind and know what he was thinking at the time."

"This guess, keep it in your heart, don't pass it out of your mouth..."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jie clicked on the official website of Kangning Hospital, and found that the color of the page had been set to gray, and the news of Hu Yitong's death and his biography were announced in a prominent position.

After a few glances, Lin Jie stopped paying attention.

He leaned back on the back of the car seat, closed his eyes, and recalled today's surgery plan.

Just then, the phone rang again.

This is an unfamiliar local mobile phone number. Lin Jie answered the call and said softly, "Hello, who is it?"

"Lin Jie, it's me!"

Although the voice was a little hoarse, Lin Jie could still recognize who the other party was, and said slightly mockingly: "Dr. Hu, at this time, you should be busy with your father's funeral and the fake medicine from Corning Hospital. Why did you remember to call me?"

"I want to say to you, I'm sorry!"

Hu Yuanqing said in a low tone: "Because my father has an almost obsessive obsession with you, he has never thought that he was wrong, and he strictly ordered us not to apologize to you."

"Although we all know that this is our fault, but due to the majesty of my father, I can only apologize to you."

Lin Jie teased: "Now that your father has just passed away, no one will restrain you anymore, so you can let yourself go?"

"Is this disrespectful to your father who just passed away?"

The other party paused for a moment, and then the voice rang out again, "A mistake is a mistake. Father did indeed make a mistake. This is not how to protect father's dignity by refusing to admit his mistake."

"I know, it's just a belated apology, and I can't express the sincerity of the Hu family. I just want to express my attitude first."

"Your attitude, I already know, I still have things to deal with, so be it."

After saying this, Lin Jie hung up the phone.

Thinking of the scenes of his relationship with Hu Yuanqing in the past, he really didn't like this person...

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Lin Jie arrived at the Armed Police General Hospital.

As soon as he got out of the car, Peng Changmin, the vice president of the hospital, greeted him and said softly, "Colonel Lin, on the top floor of the office building, we have a high-standard operating room. Now the patients and the surgical team are ready."

Lin Jie nodded, and told Qin Gang to pick him up at around [-]:[-] p.m., and followed Peng Changmin to the top floor of the office building after going through two inspections and guards.

When Peng Changmin sent Lin Jie to the second gate, he retreated by himself.

Lin Jie stepped into the corridor on the top floor, and saw a neatly dressed nurse with a surgical cap and mask waiting for him.

"Colonel Lin, I am your assistant nurse, you can call me Xiaomi, I will take you to change clothes now!"

Lin Jie hummed, and followed the Xiaomi nurse into an operating preparation room.

After changing into the surgical gown, he sanitized his hands and entered the operating room with nurse Xiaomi.

Lin Jie took a glance and found that the surgical subject with deep eyes and high nose was already lying on the operating table, not yet anesthetized, and was turning to look at him.

On one side of the operating table, a row of five people greeted him.

Seeing Lin Jie's gaze, the leader took a step forward and introduced himself, "Hi Colonel Lin, I am your assistant in this operation!"

"Hello Colonel Lin, I am the second assistant!"

"I'm an anesthetist!"

"Equipment nurse!"

"Itinerant Nurse!"

Lin Jie nodded one by one, responding to their introduction.

It's just that these guys wrapped themselves up tightly and didn't report their names.

Lin Jie could only identify them by their voices, their exposed eyes, and their facial contours.

He glanced at them and identified the first assistant and the second assistant who were both in their 40s, the golden age for surgery.

Lin Jie asked lightly: "Have you all read the operation plan I made?"

On behalf of everyone, the first assistant said: "Colonel Lin, we have done repeated research and kept it in mind!"

"Please rest assured, we will work hard to assist, and there will be absolutely no mistakes."

Lin Jie said noncommittally: "The above is a promise to send the best surgical team to assist me in the operation. I hope you can give me some surprises."

He walked to the operating table, looked at the Caucasian man, and said, "According to my operation plan, to complete the operation thoroughly, you need to make a total of 320 plastic changes in your body, size."

"I'm in a hurry, so I condensed the number of surgeries. In this surgeries, a total of 47 plastic surgeries will be performed on you."

"Although the number of times is relatively small, eleven of your bones are involved, including two of your ribs, one collarbone, and one leg bone. In addition, there are sixteen muscle scars. "

"Well, the focus of this operation is to modify your facial skull and facial muscles..."

Speaking of this, Lin Jie reminded: "Let's put it this way, after this operation, you will have to lie in bed in pain for at least a month. You can imagine the suffering!"

"Are you sure you can handle this?"

In this plastic surgery plan, all the severe injuries that need to be injured are moved to this operation and performed together.

The reason for such bone and muscle shaping is because the target party likes some wild sports.

Over the years, the target has accumulated a lot of injuries, which requires Lin Jie to replicate these injuries one by one.

In this case, the white man who is the target of the operation will suffer a lot.

With Lin Jie's design, one can greatly save recovery time.

Secondly, Lin Jie has carefully studied the physical fitness of the surgical subject, and this person is engaged in a special job, so his physical and mental endurance are naturally far superior to ordinary people.

Lin Jie believes that the intensity of such an operation should not exceed the patient's tolerance limit.

Of course, before the operation, necessary reminders are still to be done.

The white man nodded vigorously, and said in slightly broken Chinese: "Instead of prolonging the pain and suffering it slowly over a longer period of time, it is better to concentrate it in a shorter period of time and have it hard at once. Make it through."

"Colonel Lin, don't you often say something? Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

"I can do it, no problem."

Seeing what he said, Lin Jie stopped talking nonsense, and just waved to the surgery team, indicating that the surgery can begin...

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