"So what do you want? The leaders are coming, and there are also international friends coming for exchanges. This person's presence here is indeed affecting the image. I'm just doing my job for the leaders. Making things difficult for me won't help." The security captain was almost in tears.
This was the first time he had encountered such a ruthless person, and he was at a loss. His international friends were about to arrive, and if word got out, it would definitely have a bad impact.
"Hmm, so you dare to stand by and watch someone die, and you don't need to worry about your shameful deeds getting out. We're really not leaving today." Ye Xingchen sneered, "I'd like to see how your leader will smooth things over."
Ye Xingchen ignored the guy, turned around and pushed over a trolley, helped the old man onto the bed, and then brazenly began receiving treatment at the hospital entrance.
The security captain and his men looked at each other, but dared not approach.
After taking the old man's pulse, Ye Xingchen already had a good idea of what was going on. Defu, who was standing to the side, asked anxiously, "Mr. Ye, is my dad alright?"
"It's nothing, it's just an external evil entering the body. Did you go to the deep mountains alone?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“Yes, yes, my dad often goes hunting in the mountains alone. Before he got sick this time, he went to a place called Jifeng Ridge. It's said that there are unclean things in that place.” Defu nodded quickly: “My dad… he can’t be possessed by an evil spirit, can he?”
“It’s not possession by evil spirits. External evils entering the body don’t refer to dirty things, but rather to evil qi such as cold, heat, dampness, dryness, and fire. These things have different clinical manifestations in traditional Chinese medicine, so the situations are also different.” Ye Xingchen said, “The reason why your father’s illness has been difficult to cure for so long is because the medicine is not right for the condition.”
"Generally speaking, evil spirits refer to the above categories, but the evil spirit your father was infected with refers to miasma."
"Miasma?" Defu asked, somewhat puzzled.
“The place he went to must have been a remote and dark place, where poisonous miasma would grow. If I’m not mistaken, he must have spent a night there. The miasma rose during the night, which is why he got infected. I will give him acupuncture and prescribe a Five Qi Dispelling Miasma Decoction. He will get better immediately.”
"Thank you, Mr. Ye." Defu was overjoyed.
Just as Ye Xingchen was about to administer acupuncture, a group of well-dressed people, who looked like high-ranking hospital leaders, accompanied several foreigners over.
The leader was a foreigner wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Judging from the respect the hospital leaders showed him, this foreigner's identity was definitely not ordinary.
"Mr. Hughes, our Yanjing Central Hospital is a top-tier tertiary hospital in China. We have the largest number of master's degree graduates and the most professional titles in the country," a man who appeared to be the hospital director said solicitously as he walked over. "Moreover, our medical facilities are all imported from Germany, and their precision is among the best in the country."
"In the past year, the number of people seeking medical treatment at our hospital ranked among the top three among hospitals of the same level, and the hospital's monthly turnover is nearly 10 billion yuan. Therefore, Yanjing Hospital is the most capable of cooperating with you."
Hughes is the head of a medical biology laboratory, Nordellland Laboratory, which focuses on developing drugs for various cancers and leukemia.
Nord Laboratories enjoys a long-standing international reputation, and medical institutions in many countries want to have deeper cooperation with them.
Taking advantage of the World Medical Conference being held in Yanjing, the medical system is working to establish a strategic partnership with the other party, which will set up a branch of Nord Laboratories in a hospital in Yanjing. And now is the time when Hughes is conducting his inspection.
Major hospitals are pulling out all the stops to keep the laboratories within their own facilities, as this would result in astronomical funding approvals.
"Dean Wu," Hughes said in fluent Chinese, "I've visited several hospitals in Beijing, and to be frank, your introductions are all the same, and the most important thing is to talk about how much money your hospital makes each year."
“I believe this is part of your hospital’s efforts to demonstrate its capabilities, but that’s not what I want.”
"Well... Mr. Hughes, what are some things you'd like to learn more about? I can introduce them to you." Dean Wu was taken aback.
Hughes shook his head: "Hospitals are places to treat the sick and save lives, but my impression of the major hospitals in Yanjing these past few days is not good. You seem to be more focused on profits. The hospitals I envision are those that prioritize medical ethics, not profit-driven organizations that disregard human life and death."
"And those who wield the scalpel should be angels, not devils, do you understand?"
Dean Wu and his subordinates were completely baffled; they had no idea what the foreigner was trying to say.
Just then, Hughes saw Ye Xingchen and the others. He was slightly taken aback and walked over.
"What's going on?" Dean Wu was shocked and glared angrily at the security captain.
He actually knew what was going on, after all, far too many people were kicked out of hospitals every day because they couldn't afford medical care.
But he sent a notice to the security department a few days ago, so how could such a thing still happen today?
"Dean, I was just about to report this, look what I've been beaten up for." The security captain said with a mournful face, pointing to his face, which looked like a pig's head from being beaten.
Dean Wu glared fiercely at the security captain, then quickly said, "Mr. Hughes, I think this is a misunderstanding, this..."
"This is probably not a misunderstanding. If I hadn't beaten him up, this patient would have been thrown out by you guys." Ye Xingchen glanced at Dean Wu; he was quite interested in this foreigner.
He had heard what the foreigner said, and at least the foreigner's values were aligned with his own.
"This is a dereliction of duty on our part. I will arrange a ward for the patient immediately and invite the best experts to treat him." Dean Wu was sweating profusely.
"Dean Wu, is this really necessary?" Ye Xingchen sneered. "Your hospital is considered one of the top-tier hospitals in the country. All the patients who come here are those who are sent here only when lower-level hospitals are helpless."
"Don't you know how many people who can't afford hospital fees are kicked out by you every day? You think this show is funny?"
"In this situation, all we can say is that we will try our best to help. There are so many poor people in China, how can we possibly treat them all?" Dean Wu's face darkened.
"Then don't insult the words 'non-profit hospital'." Ye Xingchen pointed at a line of large characters at the hospital entrance: "Since you dare to hang such a sign, then don't aim to make a profit. With a monthly turnover of nearly 10 billion, even a tenth of that would be enough to help those who can't afford hospital fees."
"But you don't. You are extremely stingy, and this is evident to the fullest extent."
“Don’t talk nonsense, Mr. Hughes, that’s not how it is, I…” Dean Wu tried to explain.
But he was interrupted by Hughes, who shook his head and said, "Dean Wu, since I joined the hospital, you have mostly told me how advanced your hospital's equipment is, how many highly qualified people you have, and how profitable your hospital is."
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