After figuring this out, Fang Lang had a clear idea in his mind. He looked up and looked around the room. Seeing the chaotic ward environment, he frowned and said to Qi Qingshan beside him:
"Go out and find the hospital director and ask them to move the little guy to a high-end single room. I will arrange for someone from Fangyuan Group to pay for the subsequent treatment expenses."
Upon hearing this, Qi Qingshan didn't waste any words, just nodded and turned away.
After hearing Fang Lang's words, Mrs. Heydrich waved her hands in panic and said:
"General, no, no, our family..."
Before he could finish, Fang Lang interrupted him:
"Madam, the little guy's disease is contagious, and you don't want him to be cross-infected with other patients in the ward!
I put him in a single room not only to be responsible for him but also for other patients.
As for the cost of treatment, you don't have to worry at all, just consider it as a small token of my appreciation."
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Mrs. Heydrich, who had always behaved very elegantly, could no longer maintain her aristocratic etiquette after hearing this. Her emotions gradually showed signs of losing control, and she could only mutter:
“This…this…”
Obviously, she was a little lost for a moment. As a noble lady, she should not be so confused. But it was obvious that the hardships in life had slowly worn away her pride.
She was grateful for Fang Lang's kindness, but also worried that she would not be able to repay the favor. From this point of view, she didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate for her to meet this guy, Antar Heydrich.
Seeing her expression, Fang Lang knew what she was thinking. He smiled and waved his hand.
"Madam, don't worry about it. This is nothing to me. Captain Antal Heydrich and I are colleagues in the navy. It's OK if I don't know about these things.
Now that it has happened, how can I remain indifferent?
Also, if the penicillin injection has no effect after two weeks, it is obviously not the right medicine.
But you don't have to worry, I have some connections in the United States, I will send a telegram to the United States later to see if I can invite some American experts and professors to come over to take a look at the little guy."
This time, Mrs. Heydrich could no longer maintain her image. She looked at Fang Lang with disbelief, and her voice became a little trembling.
"General, is it really possible to allow American experts to come and treat Ricardo?"
Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled slightly. The United States is a capitalist country. Is there anything that money can't solve? If there is, it can only mean that the money is not enough, or the money is given to the wrong place.
But Fang Lang would definitely not say these directly. After all, how could the other party cherish something that was too easy to get!
"Although this is a little difficult, please rest assured that I will do my best."
Surprisingly, after hearing what Fang Lang said, Mrs. Heydrich's first reaction was to make the sign of the cross on her chest with her right hand, and her speech gradually became smoother.
"Oh my god! God bless us, the Lord must have heard our request and sent an angel like you to save us.
Thank you so much, General."
Fang Lang frowned when he heard this. What do you mean? I'm not familiar with God, and he didn't ask me to save you! I spent all this money and effort, but you don't thank me, but thank God instead. This is meaningless.
Adams Teach, who was standing by, knew very well what Fang Lang's purpose was in coming here this time. When he heard Mrs. Heydrich actually start to pray, he couldn't help but frown. What the hell?
Looking at Fang Lang's expression beside him, he understood that the other party was also a little dissatisfied. He hurriedly thought in his mind how to guide the other party to remember this feeling towards Fang Lang.
"Ahem, ahem, Mrs. Heydrich, our General Fang is of Chinese descent, and he does not believe in Christianity."
These words startled Mrs. Heydrich, who was praying. She looked up at Fang Lang's complexion and realized that what he said was the truth.
Looking at Adams Teach's expression again, she came to her senses and realized that the other party wanted to remind him that Fang Lang coming to help his son had nothing to do with God.
But for a devout believer like her, there is no necessary connection between whether the other person believes in God and whether he is an angel sent by God. With the power of God, it is not impossible for him to assign a pagan to help her.
So, although he understood what Adams Teach meant, he didn't intend to say much, which made the atmosphere suddenly become a little awkward.
Fortunately, Qi Qingshan came in with three men in white coats at this time, pointed at Ricardo Heydrich's bed and said:
“That’s the patient.”
The three of them took a look at the situation in the ward, and the oldest man said to the two people behind him:
"Then hurry up and transfer the patient to a single room!"
After saying that, he took two quick steps, came in front of Fang Lang and the others, stretched out his right hand and said:
"Hello, I'm Birkiel Olsson, the hospital director. Nice to meet you!"
At this moment, Fang Lang has adjusted his mentality. Although Mrs. Heydrich in front of him attributed the credit to God, he was unhappy, but he couldn't say much.
After all, his real target was not this lady. It was enough as long as her husband could appreciate his kindness.
But I can't help but sigh in my heart that the traditional Western education of this era has really spread the doctrine deeply into people's hearts! No wonder there are so many church schools everywhere.
It is no wonder that she, a noble lady, is able to organize salon gatherings, but is unable to use her wealth to accumulate wealth. Instead, she has lived off her wealth and has ended up in her current situation.
It seems that this so-called aristocratic education is not that good!
Seeing the hospital director who came in person, Fang Lang smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand to shake hands with him, and said politely:
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dean! I'm Fang Lang.
Please take good care of this little Ricardo Heydrich."
Although no one had told the dean the identity of the young man in front of him, he still noticed his uniqueness from the crowd at a glance. Otherwise, he would not have ignored a middle-aged man in a colonel's uniform and directly shook hands with Fang Lang.
Hearing that the other party's self-introduction was just a simple name, he did not ask any further questions, but just nodded very politely:
"Please rest assured that our hospital is the best hospital in Rio de Janeiro and has the best medical team. We will do our best to help this little Ricardo Heydrich with his treatment."
Fang Lang just listened to the other party's so-called best hospital and the best medical team, and did not take it too seriously. Although the other party said that they would go all out for treatment, they did not dare to guarantee a cure.
Fang Lang understood all these things, so he would not deliberately expose the other party. He just smiled and nodded, and asked:
“I don’t know if there is any specific medicine for the treatment of tuberculosis now.”
After hearing Fang Lang's question, Dean Birkiel Olsson shook his head slightly and sighed:
"So far, we have not found a better treatment. But please rest assured that our medical team will do their best."
Good fellow, after talking for so long, what nonsense is this? Fang Lang also roughly understood the level of this hospital, nodded and asked calmly:
"I've heard of a drug called streptomycin. Do you have any of it here?"
"This...I don't think I've heard of it."
As he said this, he looked at the two doctors who came in with him. They both looked confused and shook their heads.
Seeing this, Fang Lang could only shrug his shoulders and smiled indifferently:
"It's okay, please transfer the child to a single room first!
Later, I will try to invite a few experts and professors from the United States to come and see the children. I wonder if your hospital minds.”
"Ah! Really? Can you invite experts from the United States to come to our hospital for consultation?
This is really great, we certainly don’t mind, I don’t know when the other party is going to come over.”
Fang Lang knew that the expert and professor-level doctors in later generations performed routine operations such as flying knives and consultations, but he didn't know whether people in this era could accept them, so he asked this question.
Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not have any unhappy thoughts, but was excited and looked at Fang Lang expectantly. This was beyond Fang Lang's expectations, but it was also good this way, which could save a lot of trouble.
In the future, my hospital in São Paulo will definitely frequently invite experts and professors from medically developed regions in Europe and the United States to perform surgeries, consultations, and teaching. This will not only meet the needs of patients, but also improve the medical level of doctors in the hospital.
Perhaps the dean in front of him had the same idea as him, which made him look at him with admiration.
"We have this idea now and want to give it a try. Whether it will work depends on whether the doctors in the United States are willing to do it.
Since your hospital is willing to accept it, we will start operating in the United States."
Hearing this, the dean smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, and nodded repeatedly:
"Please rest assured that our hospital will fully cooperate. If you can successfully operate it, please be sure to notify us in advance and we will do our best to provide reception."
Fang Lang looked at the other person and smiled knowingly. It seemed that there were many smart people in this world! Although the dean did not say what they wanted to do, Fang Lang already had some guesses in his mind.
Mrs. Heydrich, who had been standing beside them, heard the conversation between the two and realized that the General Fang in front of her was really going to invite expert professors from the United States to come for a consultation on her son's behalf.
He became excited again, and the slight embarrassment just now was thrown behind him. He bowed to Fang Lang seriously and said:
"General, thank you so much."
Hearing that the other party did not thank God this time, Fang Lang also smiled and looked into his eyes and said:
"We are colleagues of Colonel Antar Heydrich. I will try my best, but I cannot guarantee whether I can succeed. So, don't thank me yet."
Mrs. Heydrich hesitated when she heard this. She could hear the difference in Fang Lang's tone before and now, but she couldn't understand the meaning of Fang Lang's words for a while.
We can only assume that the other party is worried that there is no absolute certainty of success, so he said this.
But Adams Teach beside him was a smart man. He immediately understood the meaning of Fang Lang's words and looked at the elegant and noble young woman in front of him with some helplessness.
He sighed in his heart, shook his head secretly, and thought, now it all depends on how Mrs. Heydrich talks to Colonel Antal Heydrich.
If Colonel Antal Heydrich was smart enough, he should have hurried to visit General Fang.
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