Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 230 What a nice name!

Seeing that Director Xing was already angry, Liang Bingru pulled Shen Yunfeng's arm nervously, and persuaded him in a low voice.

"Yunfeng, spending money is a trivial matter, my father's illness is more important."

Shen Yunfeng patted Liang Fingru's cold hand and explained.

"You know I don't mean that."

Looking across Director Xing's gloomy face, Shen Yunfeng said with a sigh.

"I just think that Uncle Liang's illness has not reached the point where surgery is necessary."

Liang Fingru was startled suddenly, and looked up at Shen Yunfeng, not understanding the meaning of Shen Yunfeng's words.

"Hehe, are you still there?"

Director Xing taunted Shen Yunfeng.

"Young man, just for the few words you said to your girlfriend just now, I'm sure you haven't reached the point where you are talking about marriage."

Shen Yunfeng glanced at Director Xing and said in a calm voice.

"I don't need Director Xing to worry about the stage of our relationship. I just don't understand that a few Chinese medicines can cure a disease. How did you get here? This is entering the ICU and preparing for surgery."

Liang Bingru looked at Shen Yunfeng with even more doubtful eyes.

"Are you a doctor, or am I a doctor?"

Director Xing raised his voice and shouted at Shen Yunfeng.

"Of course you are a doctor." Shen Yunfeng looked at the angry Director Xing coldly, "As for whether you are a qualified ICU director, only God knows."

"you"

Director Xing pointed at the tip of Shen Yunfeng's nose and spoke for a while.

"Yunfeng, if you have anything to say, wait until after the surgery."

Liang Bingru changed color slightly and said.

Although she didn't know why Shen Yunfeng had a conflict with Director Xing, now she only wanted to have Mr. Zhong perform the surgery as soon as possible.

In Liang Binru's heart, nothing was as important as her father's life.

In fact, Shen Yunfeng didn't think so, but if he didn't stop him, Liang Jinyan would suffer less, and might even risk his life.

Naturally, he couldn't allow Director Xing and the others to draw conclusions randomly.

"This family member, I didn't mean you," Director Xing immediately became excited when he saw that Liang Bingru was on his side.

"Four-legged toads are hard to find. Are two-legged men dead?"

"I really don't understand why you would fall in love with this kid who doesn't know what to do."

While speaking, he raised his hand to take a few pages of paper from the young nurse who had been standing aside earlier, handed it to Liang Bingru, and said, "Sign in the column of the patient's family at the bottom, and hurry up to get the money."

Liang Bingru quickly caught it, picked up the pen handed over by the little nurse, and was about to sign.

"Pinru, this word cannot be signed."

The steady male voice sounded, and everyone standing in the corridor of the ICU ward heard it.

Liang Bingru glanced at the hand holding her arm, raised her head to look at Shen Yunfeng, and gritted her teeth.

"Shen Yunfeng, this is a family matter of my Liang family and has nothing to do with you."

Shen Yunfeng looked at Liang Fingru whose eye circles were red again, and couldn't help feeling a burst of heartache.

"Boy, I advise you to figure out the situation first," Director Xing said, standing aside with a sad face.

"Now, you are the ones begging to run to us, not us coming to your door to perform surgery on you."

Liang Bingru broke free from Shen Yunfeng's hand, and wrote the word "Liang" very quickly on the ground.

"Fingru, this time, you have to trust me."

Shen Yunfeng grabbed Liang Bingru's arm again.

"Girl, if you think of heaven and hell, if you don't want your dad to continue to lie there and suffer, hurry up and finish signing."

Director Xing said impatiently.

"Shen Yunfeng, the one lying inside is my dad, not your dad."

Liang Bingru pushed Shen Yunfeng away and shouted sharply.

Tears welled up in his eyes, streaming all over his face.

Director Xing gave a look, and the little nurse stood between Shen Yunfeng and Liang Bingru.

"Fingru, you misunderstood me," Shen Yunfeng said with a wry smile.

"Could it be that I am that kind of person in your heart?"

Liang Bingru tightly closed her eyes, but the tears rolled down even more disappointingly.

Shen Yunfeng's heart was cut like a knife.

"Fingru, listen to what I have to say, Uncle Liang's illness really doesn't require surgery."

"I'll be in touch now."

"Hey, if I didn't know that this is the ICU ward of Hanzhong Central Hospital, I would have wondered if I was watching Butterfly Lovers in a small theater."

The voice of the old man surnamed Zhong, old but full of spirit, came slowly and interrupted what Shen Yunfeng was about to say.

"Mr. Zhong, vice president, look here."

Director Xing spread his hands in embarrassment.

"Now the patient's family members have objections, Mr. Zhong, do you think?"

One of the two middle-aged men who followed closely behind the old man surnamed Zhong asked with a smile on his face.

"It's not your fault," the old man surnamed Zhong waved his hand, "Since they don't want to sign this letter, then I'll go back."

The old man surnamed Zhong glanced at Liang Binru, who was crying with a pen in his hand, shook his head and sighed slightly.

Finally, he took a deep look at Shen Yunfeng and showed a meaningful smile.

Shen Yunfeng suddenly felt that the expression that this old man surnamed Zhong showed to him at this moment had a feeling of deja vu.

"The two deans, oh, and Director Xing, right?" The old man surnamed Zhong nodded to the white coats surrounding him, "There is a meeting tomorrow morning, I'll go back and get ready."

"Okay, okay!" The other of the two vice-principals said immediately, "Mr. Zhong, I'm really sorry for delaying your time."

"It's just a mistake in our work, please criticize."

The old man surnamed Zhong smiled, waved his hands generously, turned his head and walked towards the door of the elevator car without saying a word.

Hula, the two vice presidents, Director Xing, and a few people in white coats standing far away gathered around and respectfully escorted the old man named Zhong into the elevator and downstairs.

"Mr. Zhong, you can't go."

Liang Bingru seemed to have just realized it, pushed Shen Yunfeng away fiercely, and chased after him closely.

"I will sign it now, please save my father no matter what."

"Oh?"

The old man surnamed Zhong stopped slowly, turned around slowly, looked at Liang Bingru with disheveled hair through the passageway where a group of white coats automatically flashed out, and asked seriously.

"You guys, have you discussed it so soon?"

Liang Bingru threw away the long hair that blocked her eyes indiscriminately, and nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Zhong, I was ignorant just now, don't be angry."

"As long as you cure my dad's illness, it doesn't matter how much you spend."

While talking, he quickly wrote the word "Pingru" on the paper.

He hurriedly handed it to the little nurse standing aside.

The old man surnamed Zhong took the paper signed Liang Fingru's name from Director Xing, smiled, and walked slowly in front of Liang Fingru.

"Actually, money or not is not important to me at all."

"I, Zhong Hong, heals diseases and saves lives. It depends on fate."

"Your name." The old man surnamed Zhong glanced at the paper, then looked at Liang Bingru and said.

"Liang Bingru, what a nice name!"

"Mr. Zhong, I'm going to arrange the surgery right now."

Director Xing said smartly.

(End of this chapter)