President Gao Leng's Supreme Soldier King

Hearing what the doctor on duty said, Wang Li frowned, and refused directly, saying: "Director, the child hasn't recovered yet, how can we get him out?"

"What do you know? Their family has been in arrears with the hospital's medical bills for almost half a month! Our hospital is not a shantang. The vice-president has already issued a message yesterday. If they don't make up the medical bills today, they will be cleared!" the director said. said coldly.

He never expected that Wang Li, who had just been transferred here, would be so disrespectful to him, directly rejecting his order in front of the patient.

"Which vice president?" Wang Li asked in surprise.

"Hmph, which vice president? Which vice president can it be? Of course, it's Vice President Yang who has just been promoted from the position of director!" The director said with a sneer.

Vice President Yang, is Song He's master?

Wang Li was stunned for a while. He didn't expect this old guy to be promoted from the position of director to vice president so quickly?No wonder the director of the infusion hall in front of him is acting like this, he is a typical example of wanting to hug Dean Yang's thigh!

"Idiot! What the hell are you still doing in a daze? Didn't you hear your leader tell you to clear out bed No. 35?! If something happens to the Yuan family's young master, can you take care of it?! "The colorful young man with dyed hair said angrily.

The young master of the Yuan family covered in blood, although he looked seriously injured, but Wang Li had already scanned it with his consciousness just now, and it was basically some skin trauma, no injuries to the muscles and bones, and now he has been in a coma, probably because I was so frightened by a car accident in a high-speed racing car.

"I don't agree." Wang Li frowned. "The child has leukemia. He must not be moved out of the hospital before he is cured. Everyone is equal before life!"

"Stinky boy! You don't want to hang around in the hospital anymore?!" The director was stunned. He never thought that Wang Li would be so ignorant. No wonder he was sent to the emergency room by the personnel department as soon as he entered the hospital.

There has always been an unwritten rule in the hospital that as long as a doctor is transferred to the emergency room, there is basically no hope of promotion in this life, and it is difficult to have a bright future in the hospital.

Otherwise, the director wouldn't rush to hug Director Yang's thigh when he saw that Director Yang was promoted to vice president.

After all, he has been the director of the emergency department for more than ten years. If he doesn't take advantage of this opportunity to be transferred from the emergency department to another department, his future in this hospital will come to an end.

And right now, is an excellent opportunity!

The young master of the Yuan family in front of him, as long as he arranges the young master of the Yuan family properly, as one of the shareholders behind the hospital, the Yuan family will definitely appreciate him, and the dean will definitely Transfer yourself from this damn place to another department!

So the emergency department director can't give up this opportunity anyway!
Anger flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Wang Li viciously. Anyone who stood in the way of his promotion would be damned!
"Okay, okay! You don't want to drive people away, do you? You don't want to go, labor and management!" The emergency director said a word to Wang Li, and hurried to the distance.

In his opinion, as long as this matter is done properly, he can completely escape from the damned place of the emergency room!

"Damn it! Where did the brat come from, he's so ignorant?! Do you know who he is?! If something happened to the Yuan family's young master today, labor and management will completely shut down your hospital! Be a lousy doctor, in front of labor and management What's so superior?" The young man with curly hair slapped Wang Li viciously with his shoulder, and with the young master of the Yuan family in a coma, he rushed to the ward with the director of the emergency department.

A trace of coldness flashed in Wang Li's eyes. The child's father, the elder brother of the migrant worker, promised to help him go to Teng's house to secretly investigate the whereabouts of Mu Qingyan and Yan Jinxiu. In exchange, he also promised him that he would save him. The child, let his child be discharged from the hospital.

Therefore, it is impossible for Wang Li to break his promise. Wang Li really took care of today's matter!

Looking at the crowd rushing into the ward in a hurry, Wang Li snorted softly, and also followed quickly.

In the ward, a migrant worker was holding a seven or eight-year-old child with a yellow and emaciated face, and was telling the child a story.

He had seen Wang Li's horrific methods before, and Wang Li had promised him that he would heal his child, so these few days were the most relaxed and hopeful for the migrant workers.

He has been waiting for Wang Li's arrival with great hope. He believes that as long as Wang Li takes action, he will be able to cure his terminally ill child.

at this time.

The closed door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and the director of the emergency department glanced coldly around the ward, and finally set his gaze on the migrant worker, which made the latter feel nervous for a while. Mentioned the throat again.

He also knew that he had owed the hospital medical bills for a long time.

"Patients in bed 35, today is the last day that you owe the hospital medical expenses. If you still can't make up the medical expenses today, pack up your things and leave the hospital now." The director of the emergency department said coldly.

"Doctor, please give me a little more time. I'm trying to find a way to raise money. If I get the money, I will definitely pay the medical expenses." The farm worker hurriedly got up and said bitterly.

He has really tried his best now, almost all the things that should be sold at home have been sold out, so how can he have any money to pay for the hospitalization?
"Give you a little more time?" The emergency director sneered, his eyes filled with contempt, and said coldly: "What? What do you think our hospital is? Is it a philanthropic hall? We will do it again in the future." Don’t do business anymore? Don’t blame us, don’t the doctors in our hospital not eat? We see patients like you every day, can our doctors survive? Cut the nonsense, today and now, you should go to make up for it immediately Pay the medical bills, or pack up and leave!"

"Doctor, please give me a little more time..." The middle-aged man blushed, being reprimanded by the director of the emergency department in front of so many people, he wished he could find a place to sneak in ashamedly.

"Give you time? What time will you give?" The director of the emergency department glanced at the seven or eight-year-old child lying on the hospital bed with a smirk, and sarcastically said, "Why come to the hospital for treatment if you don't have money? Let me tell you, Your child is terminally ill, even if you continue to stay in the hospital, it will not be cured, and you will die sooner or later, you might as well take him home and wait to die, you can save a few more money."

The child who had a smile on his face gradually froze when he heard the emergency director's words. Although he was young, he could still understand what the emergency director said.

He looked at the middle-aged man and asked tremblingly, "Father, am I dying?"