Chapter 167

ircase leading down into the ground between them.It's very dark."Can the flashlight still work, Yunfeng," Hong Jie asked.I turned on my flashlight to test it."There's still a little power left, Hong J...I followed Zhao Hongxing into the villa.

"Xuanxuan, why don't you go upstairs and play Dad needs to talk about work with this person."

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A young girl, barefoot, was leaning against the sofa with a face mask on. She turned over and sat up: "Dad! This guy isn't really your boss, is he!"

Zhao Hongxing, with a dark face, said to hurry upstairs or she would be sent to school if she didn't listen.

Only then, with bare feet and reluctance, did the girl climb up to the second floor.

"Mr. Zhao, could you tell me the specific process" I meant how he was going to transfer the head secretly. That's a central hospital with police officers watching!

Zhao Hongxing lit his cigar and took a deep puff, saying, "Money can make the devil grind. As long as you have money, there's nothing you can't do, kid. Do you have money"

“Me” I shook my head immediately, saying I had no money.

"Alright then," Zhao Hongxing pointed at me and said, "Let's talk money after they pull the people out. How much did your batch of antiques sell for"

Even if I didn't tell him, he could probably find out anyway. I thought to myself, "550, it's a check."

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Zhao Hongxing's hand, which was holding the cigar, trembled. He was obviously frightened by this sum of money.

I know a little, he saved his head at the same time as saving himself.

"Kid, come closer. Let's do this tonight..."

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At half past eleven in the evening, an ambulance pulled up to the Central Hospital. Four masked medical personnel rushed down from the ambulance.

"Where is everyone Where are the patients who need to be transferred"

Hearing the shouting, a head nurse hurried over and asked, "Are you from the Yanwo Hospital Please sign here. The patients who need to be transferred for treatment are ready."

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After the head nurse confirmed the signature, she made a phone call. In less than ten minutes, several nurses wheeled a hospital bed over.

A man in his sixties or seventies lay on the bed, unconscious. He was lying on his head.

I tightened the mask on my face, taking it from the nurse at the Central Hospital. I pushed the bed outside.

"Wait a moment," suddenly, someone behind us called out to stop us.

"What's wrong, officer"

The veteran officer and the rookie officer rushed over. The veteran officer pointed at the bed and said, "I asked the head nurse, he said the patient's condition suddenly worsened and needs to be transferred to Yanhe for surgery, are you doctors from Yanhe"

There are four of us here in total. The leading doctor took off his mask and smiled, saying, “That’s right, officer. This is my identification. I'm Dr. Liu Zhiyuan from the trauma surgery department at Tongji Hospital. I'm responsible for maintaining the vital signs of patients during transfers. We have a full set of equipment in our vehicle.”

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" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Many people may not know that in Hong Kong, the best doctors, equipment, and treatments are all in private hospitals. Unlike mainland China, where doctors follow the hospital, working wherever the hospital is located, this is different in Hong Kong. The top doctors all hang their shingle at private hospitals. Compared to central hospitals, private hospitals can provide better treatment and have a stronger overall capability.

Among these, Yanghui Hospital, Elisabeth Hospital, and St. Paul's Hospital are the three best private hospitals. Some critically ill patients who cannot undergo major surgery in public hospitals often get transferred here.

The veteran officer checked the doctor's credentials and then said, "Well, that takes care of things. We'll follow up later. You're free to go."

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"Okay, the patient's condition is critical, please make way."

"Be careful, pull the bed wheels in," Once outside the hospital, he was directed to be carried onto the ambulance.

Then the ambulance sirens wailed as it sped out of the hospital.tory researchers at the Ningxia Museum. Those people are all professionals. What would you want a journalism graduate like me for"I nodded and said, "You're right, Gan, of course we have to find one....