Chapter 47: Get cheap and sell well

"I don't care, you quickly call me five thousand yuan, I have no money to spend!"
Give you a fart.
Her father passed away in the second year of her junior high school. Before he died, he left a certain amount of money for Yannian for her to study in college.
But that money was spent by Ma Xueyan before Yannian High School graduated.
After going to university, she worked part-time and was self-sufficient in tuition and living expenses. If Ma Xueyan treated her better, she might still be filial to her.
But since her father's death, she has changed her moral character, and she has been thinking about how to detain her all day long. How can there be such a mother?
Yannian was about to hang up, and heard Ma Xueyan's sharp voice came over again, "I don't care, you must bring it back this weekend for me to have a look, or I will go to your flower shop and smash your flower shop."
by! !
What the is this?
Yannian was speechless and hung up the phone, her throat was calm, and she took two hard breaths.
Jiang Beiyuan's gaze then fell on her, "What's the matter?"
Yannian snorted, not angry, "Mom will let us go home for dinner this weekend."
Jiang Beiyuan was taken aback.
Suddenly laughed.
The smile was deep and gorgeous, her eyes locked tightly, her thin lips lightly opened,
"Just say what you said just now."
Perplexed, he raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, "Mom told us to go home for dinner this weekend, what's wrong?"
She said that, right?
Jiang Beiyuan clenched one hand into a fist and coughed twice on his lips.
It seemed to cover up the smile, and was afraid of being seen by her.
He hummed, and his voice became visibly brighter, "I'll go back on Saturday, I must go back."
After finishing putting away the chessboard, I got up, and opened my mouth in a fluctuating mood, "I have to thank Mrs. Jiang for allowing me today, and I will continue next time."
Saying: "..."
This man, how can he be so boring, he still behaves when he gets cheap.
...
The next day.
Sure enough, as Zhang Fan said, Jiang Beiyuan's journey from the first floor to the eighth floor of the hospital was almost pierced by the passing eyes.
He doesn't read the hospital forum very much, but think about it and know that what he said yesterday must have been fried.
It exploded.
He doesn't care about those.
Today is Thursday, at 8:30 in the morning, the thoracic surgery routine morning meeting.
The meeting room is full, the big guys are here, Jiang Beiyuan is late.
It happened that this boy came late, and no one dared to say anything. The best place was reserved for him early, for fear that he would be carelessly negligent and unpleasant.
The director of the Thoracic Surgery Department: Wang Shuang is in charge of the overall situation.
I looked around and saw that all the big guys were all here. Wang Shuang just opened his mouth.
A patient was sent yesterday with hemoptysis for four months. A CT scan revealed a tumor in the left thoracic cavity, which had a diameter of 15 cm, and compressed the left lung. This is the patient’s examination report—"
With that, he pushed the report directly to Jiang Beiyuan, who was closest to him.
"Let's see if you can do this operation."
Jiang Beiyuan is the first knife outside his chest. If he can't perform the fourth-level major surgery, no one can usually do it.
Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his chin with one hand, stared at the CT scan for a few seconds, nodding faintly, and his low voice came out around his lips, "It can be done, but I can only guarantee that the operation success rate is 80% to 100%. Between ninety."
Eighty to ninety percent?
It's already very high!
Wang Shuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "Well, as long as you can do it, with our Doctor Jiang here, the reputation of our central hospital's thoracic surgery department will last forever."
Everyone: "..."
Wang Shuang is the head of the department, but his medical skills are not as good as Jiang Beiyuan's. It's not just once or twice that Jiang Beiyuan flattered, and the big guys are not surprised.