Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Hearing her words, Fu Ziming's parents were taken aback and looked at Luo Qiao.

At the same time, other people looked at her, especially Meng Ying. She squinted her eyes and said with a cold voice: "Miss Luo, I advise you not to say such things at this time, don't you know The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment will be? Ziming's parents are already very sad now, and you will only stimulate them even more if you say this...I hope you will stop making trouble here."

Perhaps it is because he feels that he is standing on the moral high ground, and Meng Ying's attitude is much sharper than before in public.

Luo Qiao glanced at her indifferently, and grasped the focus of those two words from her words: "Am I messing up?"

Meng Ying looked at her indifferently and said, "Doctor Li is the authority in this area. Even he says he cannot perform surgery. In your opinion, there are people who are more powerful than Doctor Li and can perform operations that he can't do?"

"Authority." Luo Qiao twitched her lips when she heard Meng Ying's words: "Any doctor represents authority?"

Meng Ying's face was cold: "What did you say? You know what Doctor Li is..."

"Rui Ze." Luo Qiao interrupted Meng Ying directly, and looked at the man standing aside: "You talk to the doctor first."

After coming with Luo Qiao, the man who hadn't said anything or said anything until now, heard Luo Qiao's instructions and nodded, then walked away with his long legs and walked towards Fu Ziming's attending doctor.

The man is tall and long, and has a relaxed posture. Although he didn't say much, his overall temperament cannot be ignored. In particular, he does not look like a casual person who obeys other people's orders. Now he easily follows Luo Qiao's Just do it.

Meng Ying watched him walk up to Fu Ziming's attending doctor and stretched out a hand to him, with a light tone: "Hello, Rui Ze."

The first thing Meng Ying noticed was his hand. This man named Rui Ze had long slender fingers, well-knotted joints, clean and strong, and cold-toned skin, reminiscent of the hands of surgeons in foreign movies.

The doctor opposite Rui Ze paused before reaching out and squeezing with him. He glanced at Rui Ze and felt that he was a bit familiar.

Luo Qiao said yesterday that she would also find a doctor friend to come over, so he passed the diagnosis and treatment record that Li Hao had just thrown over to Rui Ze: "This is the diagnosis and treatment record of Mr. Fu Ziming."

Rui Ze took it over and flipped it over, roughly the same as Luo Qiao sent her yesterday.

Li Hao originally wanted to go straight away, but when he saw this man who was younger than him directly passed him and took Fu Ziming's medical records, he looked like he could perform this operation, with a confident appearance. Li Hao felt very unhappy.

He said unhappily: "The patient is seriously injured. Even if I have the operation, the success rate is less than 3%. It can be said that he has been declared dead on the operating table. It is better to take conservative treatment, maybe it is OK. Stay for two days."

These words were tantamount to humiliation in the presence of Fu Ziming's parents, but Li Hao said it lightly, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.

Rui Ze's gaze swept over the desperate Fu Ziming's parents, and Li Hao's tone became a little colder when he saw Li Hao: "It might be for you."

Li Hao's face changed slightly. Just about to say something, Rui Ze had already looked away from the attending doctor: "I need to see the anesthesiologist and other physician assistants in your hospital."