A doctor who travels through two eras

That evening, Lin Sanqi specially selected several soldiers from Guangdong and Guangxi from Lizhiwo. They were all unfamiliar faces and had never been to the city before.

After dinner, we headed straight to Ormond Hospital.

Lin Sanqi, sitting in the van, gave the instructions:

"In a moment, Tian Guangde, you pretend to have appendicitis. Wang Xidong, Zhao Xinmin, and Liu Shouren, you three pretend to be his brothers and help Tian Guangde into the hospital emergency department."

"Old Tian, ​​you need to act like you're in a lot of pain, shout louder so everyone can hear you, the more exaggerated the better."

Tian Guangde was stunned when he heard this, and said with a mournful face:

"Boss, I... I've never had appendicitis. I'm afraid I'll give myself away."

Lin Sanqi slapped his head in an annoyed tone:

"Idiot, even if you've never had appendicitis, you must know what a stomachache is, right? Have you forgotten how you used to go hungry every day back in your hometown in Guangxi and how your stomach ached from hunger in the middle of the night?"

Or do you not remember the agonizing screams of your comrades as they were blown to pieces on the battlefield?

Tian Guangde was an honest man. Because of his fair skin, he looked like a local from Hong Kong, so Lin Sanqi recruited him to be an actor.

"Oh, a stomachache? I know that. When I was in the army, I was starving during a mission, so I ate some insects, and my stomach hurt terribly..."

Lin Sanqi said impatiently:
"Alright, alright, we'll tell your grandson about the glorious history later. What you need to do now is the task at hand. When you get to the emergency room, the surgeon on duty is one of our own. Everything has been arranged, so you just need to listen to him."

Here's 1000 yuan. After you pay the bill, the rest is your late-night snack. Remember, your performance must be exaggerated. I'll be waiting for you in the hospital parking lot. You can report to me if anything happens.

Wang Xidong took the smiley face and said with a grin:
"Boss, don't worry. If Guangde's performance is not good, I'll take over as the actor. I guarantee I'll complete the task."

Lin Sanqi was relieved to hear this; it was double insurance.

After getting off the bus, Tian Guangde immediately began to groan loudly, his acting as exaggerated as could be, so much so that the entire hospital could hear him in the quiet night.

Wang Xidong, while supporting his younger brother, shouted loudly:
"Doctor, doctor, help! Someone here needs emergency care!"

At this moment, a nurse came out and quickly pushed over a wheelchair, whispering words of comfort:
"Sir, don't worry, where does it hurt right now?"

The doctors and nurses at Xiangjiang Hospital are very professional and have excellent service. When dealing with emergency patients, nurses first ask questions and assess the situation before deciding which department to refer them to.

Thus, Tian Guangde was quickly admitted to the surgical department.

After receiving the fake ultrasound and blood test results, emergency surgeon Yao Zuhui immediately diagnosed the patient with "appendicitis" and ordered immediate surgery.

At this point, everything was normal and fully in line with the scale of treatment, as can be attested to by all the emergency department medical staff and other patients present that night.

In the operating room, Tian Guangde lay on the operating table, still crying out in pain.

"Ouch, ouch, I'm going to die! It hurts so much! Doctor, help me!"

Yao Zuhui said impatiently, "Alright, alright, there are no outsiders in the operating room now. Your mission is complete. You can die now."

Upon hearing this, Tian Guangde jumped up in alarm and exclaimed:
"Didn't you say it was just acting? Why are you really going to kill me?"

Yao Zuhui slapped his forehead: "Alright, alright, it's just acting. In a bit, you take off your clothes and slip away from behind. Your mission is complete."

Tian Guangde breathed a sigh of relief and, led by a nurse, tiptoed away from the hospital.

Just after Tian Guangde left, a male corpse was wheeled over from the adjacent operating room and placed back on the operating table. The corpse was then dressed in Tian Guangde's clothes.

This is a body that has only recently died; it is an unidentified body that Dean Eric transferred from another hospital.

Dr. Yao Zuhui picked up the scalpel and began performing a real appendectomy on the corpse...

If someone dies in the hospital, then this matter will become a big deal.

Upon receiving the signal, the three Tian brothers who had accompanied him began to sit outside the operating room, crying and shouting.

That morning, Lu Xuezhi brought 30 "family members" in five vans and immediately occupied the entrance of Ormond Hospital, where they began to loudly proclaim their grievances.

Lin Sanqi watched from afar in the parking lot, utterly bewildered and amused.

Since the fake Tian brothers were "guarding" the body and didn't make any phone calls, how did the 30 family members know that someone had died?
Fortunately, the hospital director was one of their own; otherwise, based on this one flaw, the hospital could have called the police.

Dean Eric immediately reported the emergency to Delf, the head of medical operations at the Belmont Group.

Upon hearing this, Dulf started scratching his head in frustration. The medical facility he was in charge of hadn't made any progress, and the hospital was even operating at a loss, which greatly troubled him. After all, he was a high-level employee, and failing to meet his KPIs would result in accountability and even dismissal.

Now that he's heard the unprofitable hospital is having medical disputes again, Delph is practically going crazy. He wants nothing more than to tear Dean Eric apart right now.

"Eric, are you an idiot? They're disrupting medical order, don't you know to call the police?"

Dean Eric innocently said:

“Mr. Delph, of course I reported it, but the police didn’t care at all. They just stood by and watched, saying it was a civil dispute and not under their jurisdiction.”

In the 1960s, the Hong Kong police force was extremely corrupt. If you paid them money, they would settle things for you; if you didn't pay them money, it would be extremely difficult to get them to do anything.

Delph was furious. How could a noble Anglo-Saxon be threatened by a few yellow-skinned people, especially a few poor ones?

So, Dilph, who considered himself superior, immediately dispatched a group of security guards from the group headquarters to Ormond Hospital in a menacing manner.

Well, this is really a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple.

These soldiers from Guangdong and Guangxi have been staying in the lychee grove every day and are itching to fight. Now that they have a chance to fight, how could they possibly miss it?
When Lu Xuezhi saw the security guard team of more than 50 people, half foreigners and half Hong Kongers, rushing over, he was excited:

"Brothers, the fighters are here! It's time to let these foreign devils and traitors taste the fists of our Guangxi wolf soldiers! Charge! Haha!"

On the first day, with 30 against 50, the advantage was in my hands, and the ragtag army of the Belmond Group was beaten so badly they cried for their mothers.

The next day, the Belmond Group reinforced their troops with 100 men. The Tian brothers, with 30 against 100, still held the advantage, and the 100 men were routed.

On the third day, the Belmond Group increased its forces to 200 security guards and gang members, while the Tian brothers still had 30 men, but they all secretly brought out steel pipes and were no longer fighting empty-handed.

As a result, even with a ragtag army of 30 against 200, the ragtag army still couldn't defeat the regular army, and the 200 security guards were utterly thrashed.

Lin Sanqi did not send reinforcements, leaving the 30 men to struggle on. This was partly because he believed in the veterans' abilities, and partly because he didn't want to give others a reason to criticize him.

After all, with hundreds or thousands of "family members" suddenly joining the ranks, even a fool would know that this was a planned and premeditated organization. The Belmond Group would likely become more vigilant and suspect a conspiracy behind it.

The brawls that occurred at Ormond Hospital over several days quickly generated great excitement in the media.

The paparazzi nature of Hong Kong media was already evident in the 1960s. The daily brawls involving hundreds of people naturally aroused great interest among the citizens of Hong Kong, with more than twenty newspapers flocking to the scene.

This has really blown things up.

Because of the death of a person and the availability of a medical report, the Tian brothers quickly gained the sympathy and support of the citizens.

The fact that Ormond Hospital caused a patient's death and then had its security guards beat up the family members, using an astonishing number of over 200 security guards, immediately made it the target of condemnation and criticism from all Hong Kong citizens.

On one side are the family members demanding exorbitant compensation and tightly controlling the hospital's entrances and exits.

On one side are the proud British conglomerates that refuse to be extorted.

The negotiations have now reached a deadlock.

By this time, the medical malpractice incident at Ormond Hospital had become known throughout Hong Kong, and the hospital was forced to cease operations, suffering heavy losses.

A week later, in the conference room of Ormond Hospital.

Belmond Group executive Dee officially signed his name on the hospital transfer agreement, while his female secretary quickly affixed her seal.

Lin Sanqi readily signed the contract and used the official seal of Lingnantang Pharmaceutical Company. From this moment on, Ormond Hospital officially became the private property of the Lin family.

Even after 97, the hospital's ownership remains clear; it is the Lin family's private property, and no one can take it away.

When the two sides exchanged contracts, Dift looked at Lin Sanqi with some sympathy.

The Belmond Foundation must have investigated Lingnan Hall and knew that it was an ordinary medical clinic that could not possibly come up with 100 million yuan.

The most likely explanation is that the Lin family is merely a front man put forward by the "Guangdong gang".

However, none of this mattered to the British. The Belmond Consortium was eager to get rid of this hot potato and was willing to sell as long as someone was willing to take it over.

I'm really scared by the recent news reports and the constant disturbances caused by family members outside the hospital.

It became the final straw that broke the camel's back. (End of Chapter)