Chapter 372: Ning'an Hospital
Ning'an Hospital is different from Yongya Hospital opened by Chu Mian.
If Yongya Hospital is more like a charity, opened in some remote areas with insufficient medical facilities, then Ning'an Hospital is more inclined to serve those royal nobles and wealthy families.
Lu Jingshu did not find any place to hide people in the design drawings of Ning'an Hospital obtained from Chu Mian. Could it be that some of the layouts inside are not open, or the design drawings submitted to the Medical Association are incomplete
"Director Jin of Ning'an Hospital, how much do you know about his background?" Lu Jingshu leaned her elbow on the car window and tilted her head to look at the hospital across the street through a layer of one-way glass.
Chu Mian tapped the steering wheel with his finger, followed her gaze, and said thoughtfully: "Dean Jin is now 53 years old and will retire in two years. It is said that he was able to become the dean at the age of 30 because of the support of the royal family. However, this man has always been low-key and humble, and he has real talent and knowledge. During the several contacts, I have a good impression of him."
"Who is the royal family behind him?"
Chu Mian smiled: "This... I have no way of knowing. When he became the dean, I had not yet come to the L Country Medical Association. But I have heard some people guess that it was Prince Darian." The
current Queen Sarafiel has two sons, one is Branwen and the other is Darian.
It is no secret that the two princes are not in harmony, not to mention that the queen is old now and may abdicate in the next few years. The conflict between the two sides has intensified and is deadlocked, just waiting for a fuse to tear the surface peace.
If this Dean Jin is really Darien's man, it means that he has already taken sides. However, the retirement age is approaching. If the queen is in good health and has no intention of abdicating in the next two years, will Darien allow himself to lose a helper?
They will definitely take action.
Either Dean Jin tries to postpone retirement as much as possible, or Darien does something.
Lu Jingshu pinched her earlobe, her dark pupils as dark as a deep pool, and said to Chu Mian: "Has this Dean Jin applied to the Medical Association for a delay in retirement in recent years?"
Obviously Chu Mian also thought of this question, and immediately understood why she asked this.
"No, he is quiet and has not made any big moves."
Lu Jingshu was silent.
If so, it is hard to say whether this Dean Jin is Darian's man.
She stretched out her palm, and there was a pill in her palm.
Chu Mian frowned slightly: "You must do this and let me do it for you..."
Lu Jingshu put the medicine into her mouth without waiting for him to finish his words.
Chu Mian stopped talking instantly and immediately opened a bottle of water and passed it over.
Lu Jingshu waved her hands and rubbed her throat, indicating that she had swallowed it.
"Didn't we decide in advance that you would show up to attract the attention of most people, and I would pretend to be sick to investigate."
Chu Mian said distressedly: "It wouldn't be so realistic."
The medicine that Lu Jingshu had just swallowed can make a person show the same symptoms as being sick in a short period of time.
It is naturally uncomfortable during this period.
"It has to be more realistic to fool those people." Lu Jingshu said.
She looked at Chu Mian's frowning brows and added, "Once we get inside, I will take the antidote immediately."
Chu Mian knew that she was comforting himself, and finally sighed helplessly, "Okay, be careful."
Lu Jingshu's breathing became increasingly rapid, and her forehead was already covered with cold sweat. Her face turned pale, and her lips, which had just been red, were now almost bloodless.
She looked haggard and sick. But she didn't even frown.
Lu Jingshu opened the car door, walked down quickly, and said as she closed the door, "Get out in five minutes."
Chu Mian looked at her straight back, and walked towards the hospital entrance in an orderly manner, her fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel, and her nails turning white.
Lu Jingshu put one hand in her pocket. If you didn't look at her face, you wouldn't have known she was sick. She walked into the hospital with long legs and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
There was no other reason, but she was the only one in the hospital who came to see a doctor. Whether it was her dress or her appearance, people had to suspect that she was just an ordinary person with no identity or background.
But this appearance and temperament didn't seem like...
Others would at least bring a servant or housekeeper with them, and Lu Jingshu was really out of place.
Lu Jingshu ignored all these looks. She saw a male nurse and walked over to ask, "Excuse me, how do I get to the specialist's office?"
The moment the male nurse saw her face, surprise flashed in his eyes. His second reaction was to look her up and down with a scrutinizing look, and then said disdainfully, "You need to make an appointment with a specialist."
The woman in front of her looked so haggard, and seemed to be seriously ill, but how could she be qualified to see a specialist
right away? The specialists in their hospital were not just anyone who could find them
. The man spoke loudly, and when he said this, Lu Jingshu suddenly felt that the surroundings were much quieter, and all eyes were focused on her.
Lu Jingshu narrowed her eyes slightly, puzzled: "No"
The nurse was stunned by her question, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Okay, but I don't know if it will be your turn."
Lu Jingshu's tone turned cold: "What do you mean?"
The nurse said impatiently: "The experts are so busy every day, treating many patients, how can they have time to take care of you"
The pale face still couldn't stop Lu Jingshu's cold and sharp momentum, and her voice was icy: "I'm not a patient"
To put it bluntly, isn't it because they see that she has no power and is ordinary that they dare to be so perfunctory and neglectful?
I didn't expect to see such extreme discrimination in a hospital that treats and saves lives.
Should the poor be allowed to delay their treatment ?
Lu Jingshu's eyes were red, and a few red bloodshot veins climbed up her eyeballs, making her look cold and fierce, her face cold and cold, and her mouth was tight.
This hospital should really be checked out...
The nurse was going to send her off with a few perfunctory words, but when she met her eyes, she felt a sense of oppression. She felt
a little insecure.
Lu Jingshu didn't have time to waste time with him, and frowned, so she planned to look for it herself.
The hospital archives room and the expert office are only one floor apart, but it is adjacent to the emergency pharmacy.
In the design drawings given by Chu Mian, she had actually already memorized the general layout of the hospital.
She asked the staff just to avoid suspicion, but she didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
The nurse in front of her had a wandering look, as if she was feeling guilty, but suddenly she stopped behind Lu Jingshu.
Her expression instantly brightened, and she walked past Lu Jingshu with a smile on her face: "Hello, Mr. Li, I came for a follow-up check today..."
Lu Jingshu sneered. Now is not the time to teach people a lesson. She has to hurry to find the monitoring room and the file room.
Without stopping, she walked into the elevator, pressed the number six, and watched the elevator door slowly close.
Lu Jingshu clenched her fists, covered her lips and coughed twice.