The amount of medical supplies stranded outside Xiangcheng is far more than just a few tons. How could such a small number of grassroots managers in the emergency department bring such a large quantity of medical supplies back to Xiangcheng?
Qin Ziran felt that Ke Minghong was giving too much credit to the management.
Ke Minghong slammed his fist on the table and said angrily:
"Mr. Qin, what do you mean by this? You're short-handed right now, so why are you sending people out to find you women?"
The emergency room needs medical supplies! It needs medical supplies! It needs medical supplies!
This is a problem that Ke Minghong had been raising with Qin Ziran for a long time.
But what has Qin Ziran, the manager, been doing all this time? He not only failed to ease all the conflicts, but he also exacerbated them.
Qin Ziran even lost control of the entire temporary medical center.
Qin Ziran, who was sitting leisurely, looked at Ke Minghong with an impatient expression.
"Do I need to report to you when I do things? If we're short-staffed, go find Gong Yi. Doesn't everyone at the ambulance center listen to him?"
Ke Minghong was stunned, staring at Qin Ziran with disbelief.
"Have you lost your mind? You are in charge of the emergency room, and it is your responsibility to ensure that the emergency room operates normally. Even though Gong Yi has taken over the management of the ambulance center, isn't it your job to procure medical supplies for the emergency room?"
He knew that Qin Ziran had been humiliated by Gong Yi. That day, Ke Minghong followed behind Qin Ziran and watched as Gong Yi openly rejected Qin Ziran's order to send Qing people.
The management is responsible for calming people down and maintaining order through civilized means.
Garrison troops are responsible for maintaining order using force.
Ke Minghong also felt that at this time, the injured should not be encouraged to resist.
What Qin Ziran did was disrupt the order.
Isn't it only natural for Gong Yi to suppress Qin Ziran?
If Gong Yi hadn't taken over management, who knows what Qin Ziran would have done to this place.
Given the current humidity levels, many injured people would not survive in the drizzle.
"Enough!"
Qin Ziran slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her anger blazing from Ke Minghong's words.
"Ke Minghong, no matter how much you plead, there's no way to get medical supplies into Xiangcheng right now. You either have to take your medical staff and the wounded and move them yourself, or you have to ask Gong Yi for help. If you come to me, I can't help you!"
His position is still too low; he should try to move up in some ways.
It should at least be able to operate to the point where a single word can be used to mobilize troops for garrison duty.
Qin Ziran's eyes flickered as he watched Ke Minghong slam the door and leave. He picked up the phone and began to make connections.
Ke Minghong, who had been yelled at, was utterly disappointed in Qin Ziran and also felt extremely anxious about the overall environment.
He suddenly remembered what Hua Mi had said: she said she provided medical supplies for the garrison's supply depot and knew perfectly well that medical supplies couldn't be brought into the city.
Ke Minghong hurriedly walked out of the emergency area and said to the nurse standing at the door,
"You, yes, go and switch all the air conditioners in the emergency room to dehumidification right now. Listen to me, I'm going out for a bit."
He opened his umbrella, hurriedly took two steps outside, then turned back to the nurse and said...
"Tell everyone that whatever Qin, the manager, or Fang Xin and Dai Fang say is just nonsense. Ignore them all. If they cause trouble, call me."
After saying that, Ke Minghong was about to leave again, but then, as if remembering something, he turned back and instructed the nurse.
"Put on the respirators and organize the injured to do cardiopulmonary exercises."
Finally, Ke Minghong finished his instructions and, with the nurse nodding repeatedly, quickly left the emergency room and ran towards Hua Mi's RV.
Upon finding Hua Mi, Ke Minghong didn't say a word, but instead gave her a kind and amiable smile.
Hua Mi shook the raincoat in her hand and ignored him.
"Miss Hua, Little Hua, I was wrong before."
Ke Minghong reached out to help Hua Mi fold her raincoat. His eyes, visible through his respirator-covered face, appeared unusually obsequious.
"I shouldn't have listened to Qin Ziran's one-sided story and underestimated your vision, Miss Hua."
"No, someone as important as you shouldn't use honorifics with me. All that 'you' and 'you' makes my hair stand on end. I have no idea what you're up to."
Hua Mi took a stack of raincoats, turned around, and placed them on the rack outside the RV.
Ke Minghong quickly came to help, grinning obsequiously:
“I was wrong, Miss Hua. You have a broad perspective, so don’t hold a grudge against your uncle. What we’re saying is, since you can provide supplies to the garrison’s supply depot, how much of this stuff can you get your hands on?”
He pointed to the respirator on his face, something that was urgently needed right now.
He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but whenever he took off the respirator on his face, he felt short of breath, but whenever he put it on, he felt easy to breathe.
Moreover, the filtered air is very fresh, giving you the feeling of being in an oxygen bar.
Don't ask him why he feels so clear-headed, because his upper and lower respiratory tracts are sensitive!
That's why he studied medicine from elementary school.
Hua Mi sneered.
"Respirators? Oh~ I still have hundreds of thousands. So what? Didn't you say I was using garrison supplies for personal gain? You want to buy the respirators I have? Wouldn't that be helping me profit from this?"
"Hey, Uncle was just talking nonsense, sorry, sorry, Xiaohua, this is all of Uncle's life savings, more than a million yuan in total, see how many respirators we can buy!"
Ke Minghong took out a bank card and stuffed it into Hua Mi's hand.
Hua Mi's bright face froze, and her cold heart felt as if this old man had smashed a hole in it, causing bitter water to gush out.
She looked down at the bank card in her hand, frowned, and asked:
Why did you buy so many respirators?
"My uncle suspects there's something wrong with the air, but without testing, it's hard to say for sure."
Ke Minghong paused, then said,
"Look at our emergency department and your garrison supplies office right now, they're stuck here over a few hundred thousand yuan. It's really difficult. It's just a matter of money. I don't know why it has to be like this."
Anyway, Ke Minghong couldn't understand Qin Ziran. It was only a few hundred thousand yuan. There were thousands or even tens of thousands of seriously injured patients in the emergency room, and the garrison's supplies department had only borrowed a few hundred thousand yuan worth of medical supplies.
Is that a lot?
But Qin Ziran said it needed to be verified, and kept verifying it, endlessly verifying it.
I don't know when the verification will be completed.
Ke Minghong felt it was too much to ask. Really, for a few hundred thousand yuan, thousands or even tens of thousands of people would die. He felt heartbroken.
Therefore, the management refused to sign off on payments, so Ke Minghong used his own money to buy the goods.
We can't just stand by and watch those seriously injured patients die in front of us.
"Pooh!"
Hua Mi felt a lump in her throat and shoved the bank card back into Ke Minghong's hand.
"Who wanted your money? Take it back!!!"
"If you want my ventilator, fine, you can exchange it for all the medical supplies outside your city."
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