Director Tan of the Hospital Office and several vice presidents and department directors stood in the ward, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn.

Dean Lin has symptoms, but it is not very serious. He has a stern face as before.

But half of his face was numb, without any expression, and he looked a little weird.

"Why is there no thrombolysis?" Dean Lin asked in a strange voice.

"My School Lin, Professor Zhou said there is no cerebral infarction." Director Tan of the Hospital Office replied in a low voice.

"No cerebral infarction?" Director Lin pointed his finger at his half-expressed face and said angrily, "Is this okay? Isn't this a cerebral infarction?"

"Linyuan, Linyuan, don't be angry." Director Hui quickly advised, "At this time, you should pay attention to your blood pressure and rest quietly. There is edema on the right temporal top and you have poor breathing."

"..." As soon as Dean Lin heard edema on the right temporal top, he felt uncomfortable all over.

When people reach this point, they are always afraid.

Although it is impossible to say that he is completely disappointed, Director Lin is not aware of medical knowledge and has seen patients with cerebral infarction and cerebral hemorrhage, so he has a strong psychological shadow.

Various distracting thoughts came up, and Dean Lin's cheek trembled a few times before he slowly closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Xiao Tan." Dean Lin tried to calm himself down and not worsen the condition due to hypertension.

"Lin Yuan." Director Tan of the Institute Office possessed and lowered his head, put his ears in front of Director Lin.

When President Lin opened his eyes, he immediately became angry again when he saw this scene.

"I'm not dead yet. Are you listening to the will?"

Director Tan of the Hospital Office was stunned for a moment, then raised his head slightly.

"In the Hospital Lin, Professor Zhou said there is no cerebral infarction. Considering that it may be another disease, he is preparing for a consultation in the whole hospital." He reported in a low voice.

"Consultation, you will be fucked..." Although Dean Lin was impatient and angry, he still took back all the swear words at the end.

"What does consultation mean? Director Tan doesn't know." Director Hui pretended to be sad and sighed, "That is to say, Zhou Congwen has no diagnosis and treatment at all, so he has to call everyone and let everyone discuss what's wrong with Lin Yuan."

Director Tan of the Institute Office had a serious expression, but in front of President Lin, nothing he said seemed to be right.

He strongly advocated the invitation to Zhou Congwen, and he believed that Zhou Congwen was also the one who was also the one who was.

But……

Professor Zhou was really distracted, Director Tan of the Institute Office was wailing in his heart.

Maybe I have too much hope, so I feel so disappointed now.

He first took a CT scan and said it was a cerebral infarction after the magnetic imaging was reported. Director Tan of the Hospital Office was very happy. After all, he was in a "golden time". If the surgery was timely, it would be fine.

However, the operation was also performed, but in the end Zhou Congwen denied his judgment.

Director Tan of the Hospital Office has forgotten the five words "diagnostic treatment" mentioned by Zhou Congwen. Director Lin did not recover immediately, but Zhou Congwen's level is not good enough!

At this moment, he gradually complained a little more.

"Director Lin, I have contacted several experts from the imperial capital to let them see the situation." Director Hui did not continue to say that Zhou Congwen was wrong, and he said to Dean Lin.

"Yes." Dean Lin nodded, then sighed unknowingly.

The imperial capital is far away from the provincial capital. You have to fly over with the film. Even if you accept it properly, you will not be diagnosed at noon next year.

When Dean Lin thought that he was about to suffer from paralysis, he felt particularly anxious.

But he knew there was nothing he could do. It would be good if he could contact God. Can he still ask world-renowned experts to come for consultation? Dean Lin himself knew that this was impossible.

"When will the rheumatism and immunity arrive?" Director Tan of the Hospital Office stood up and asked.

"It's almost done. I just called and said it was ten minutes. I'll urge me again." The clerk replied immediately.

Valley

"Home Lin, we are preparing for a consultation in the whole hospital. You should rest first." Director Tan of the Hospital Office tried his best to speak to Dean Lin in gentle words.

President Lin waved his hand randomly and sent the person away.

The room became quiet, and Dean Lin's eyes were filled with little stars.

He knew very well what hemiplegia meant.

I have no future anymore. If this is the case within half a month, the few people who are eyeing me will find various ways to retreat to the second line.

Retreating from the second line means that no more glory can be found in the current situation.

With all kinds of flattering eyes, the director and the department head come to report to themselves if they have anything to do, and...

Everything, everything will disappear.

Dean Lin's heart was so empty that it was extremely difficult to bear.

He has seen similar situations over the years and has done a lot of psychological construction for himself. For example, there is a big man who was depressed in the first year of retirement and then got esophageal cancer.

Is esophageal cancer related to retirement? There is no theoretical basis in medicine, but President Lin believes it is related.

The boss has been thinner since he retired and has no smile on his face.

All the majesty is gone, and it is worse than that of an ordinary retired old man.

This is the difference between heaven and earth. He could not accept such a big gap, so he was extremely depressed and his immunity suffered severe damage.

There are many similar examples. Although Dean Lin has told himself that he will have a day, and he must adjust his mentality at that time.

However, this day came so suddenly, so violently, so fast.

Before I even reached my age, this day suddenly came.

A heart seemed to be thrown into the oil pan and the oil was over. Dean Lin could hear a squeaking sound in his ears, and his heart was also in pain, and it hurt to the bone.

...

...

In the doctor's office, the professors in the neurology team did not sit on a chair and stood in a row along the corner.

At least twenty people came from the relevant and unrelated directors in the hospital. Zhou Congwen stood in front of the blackboard writing the scheduling and was wiping off the scheduling.

"Professor Zhou, why don't you contact Mr. Huang?" Director Tan of the Hospital Office gave a low opinion.

"Contact the boss? Is it because of diagnosis and treatment?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Director Tan of the Institute Office nodded helplessly.

"No, the diagnosis is clear." Zhou Congwen said, "What we need to do now is treatment."

“…”

"The diagnosis is clear? Professor Zhou, are you kidding." Director Hui said contemptuously.

Although he used Professor Zhou and you to call Zhou Congwen, the sarcastic spirit in his tone directly overflowed.

Everyone who heard this looked at it, Director Hui was about to get angry.

Director Hao of the Chest Department wanted to hold Director Hui, but was grabbed by another director beside him.

"Old Hao, don't move."

"Director Hui..."

"I think it's Zhou Congwen from the Second Hospital who is too arrogant. No matter how you say it, it's not his home court. Look at him, he treats himself as the director."
Chapter completed!