“Dean?

So what?

You should follow the first and then come. If you have to let go, you can find someone else, I won’t let you go anyway!”

Chu Lang said.

"Boy, all the equipment in our central hospital is referenced by the most advanced equipment in the United States, and there is a doctor from the Royal Medical Association of the United States, Mr. Mitel, who is in charge of the medical expenses. Do you have that money?

Hum! Not everyone can afford our central hospital!”

The dean pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a sneer.

"As far as I know, your equipment is donated by the American Medical Association. To put it bluntly, it is also given to you by others. The so-called Lord Mitel, haha! He is just a low-level person in the Royal American Medical Association. His medical skills are inferior. The only purpose of staying here is to be responsible for controlling those equipment."

Chu Lang said coldly.

"Far! You are a poor student, you know how to fart it! Don't say that grapes are sour!"

The dean's face looked a little bad, and pointed at Chu Lang and said.

Because Chu Lang is telling the truth, even if this information is found in the entire central hospital, only a few senior executives can know it.

Once this matter is exposed, many senior executives of the central hospital will be really done.

Because this amount was raised by the wealthy people in Ziling City, with more than 50 million yuan in equipment, but these equipment were actually given by others, what about the money?

In whose pocket you have entered?

"how?

Scared?

Haha! If you know the truth, just arrange a ward for me honestly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind sending you to eat imperial grain!”

Chu Lang looked at the dean with a bad expression and said.

The dean's face became gloomy, but there was a sense of fear on his face.

"Just a poor student! Can you still go against the will of heaven?

Zhao Yong, can you hurry up?

I'm still afraid of a poor student!"

At this time, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup said with some impatientness.

The middle-aged woman hugged a husky in her hand. The husky was weak and her feet were already black. It seemed that this husky had been infected with the Eye of Hell.

“Why shouldn’t your pet go to a pet hospital if he is infected with the Eye of Hell?

Why did you come to the central hospital?

Don’t you know how nervous the central hospital’s wards are now?”

Chu Lang asked.

“So what?

I have money, my dog ​​is much more expensive than you poor people! You can die, but my dog ​​cannot die!"

The woman said arrogantly.

Chu Lang sighed helplessly.

"Everyone is equal. If you insist on letting your dog come in, the ward is quite spacious. You can ask the doctor to arrange another bed."

Chu Lang has made the biggest concession and said that to be honest, Chu Lang actually likes a mysterious creature like Hatchers.

"Fart! Are you worthy of living in the same room with my dog?

Don’t forget, this is a central hospital. If you have money, stay in it. If you don’t have money, get out of here!”

The woman stepped forward impatiently and said, "It seems like she will take action if she disagrees."

"This poor boy is really interesting. He is so poor, he is so embarrassed to come to the central hospital! It's ridiculous!"

“Is it true that the central hospital is regarded as a shelter?

Haha! No matter where you are, the hospital is a place where only rich people can come!”

"There is another rule that the lives of poor people are really worthless, and they are not as good as a dog!"

There were also many people gathered around and they said angrily.

Chu Lang frowned. The more he delayed the virus, the more serious it was. In this case, even if he forced himself to stay here, the central hospital would not be able to use medication for Song Lenghua, which would be of no use.

But Song Lenghua really can't delay any longer now, so Chu Lang had to take out the phone and call Milan and ask Milan to put pressure on this side.

"Hello, the phone number you called has been turned off..." A prompt sound came from the dialing phone.

It seems that this point in Milan has already boarded the plane.

"Oh! Boy, what?

Calling someone?

You beat me! I'm so scared. Today I want to see how you, a poor guy, can do me."

At this time, the woman next to the dean stepped forward and pointed to Chu Lang's nose impatiently and said, showing the image of a shrew to the fullest.

Chu Lang silently collected the phone and had to take out his bank card to pay. Isn’t it just that I want money? I’ll give it double, or ten or a hundred times, that doesn’t matter. Anyway, you must treat my woman first.

"Good news! Good news! The Milanese master learned that the Eye of Hell broke out in Ziling City, and he had taken his team to take a special plane and would use our central hospital as a base to help us Ziling City!"

At this time, a golden-haired American man ran over sweating and said excitedly in that inexperienced tone.

"What?

Is the Milan Lord here?

This is simply great!”

"The Royal Medical Association of the United States is the world's leading medical skills. A Milanese man came with his team in person. Our Ziling City is saved!"

"Hehe, to be precise, the rich people in our central hospital were saved. I heard that the Eye of Hell exploded very quickly. I guess those poor people would die before the Milanese master took action!"

The rich people around them all cheered in celebration that Milan was their savior and their hope.

"Hurry up, drive this kid out for me, don't let this poor kid get in the eyes of Lord Milan!"

The dean also felt confident, looked at Chu Lang impatiently, and then said to the security guard behind him.

The American man who ran in before was slightly stunned when he saw Chu Lang, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Of course, this American is Mitel.

"Why does this person look familiar?"

Mitel glanced at Chu Lang with some confusion and said.

Mitel is just a low-level member of the Royal Medical Association of the United States. He may have been fortunate to meet Chu Lang, but that was definitely ten years ago. It would be strange if he could still remember it now. It would be great to have a little impression of Chu Lang.

"Mr. Mitel was joking. Such poor people can be seen everywhere on the streets, so it's normal for you to have an impression!"

The dean immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face and said to Mitel.

"Why are you still being stunned here?

Why don’t you drive this poor boy out and his family out soon!”

On the other hand, the dean also turned around and shouted impatiently at the security guards.

As he said that, several security guards rushed up in a fierce manner, trying to catch Chu Lang.

"I see who dares to move!"

Chu Lang's face turned cold and he shouted coldly. An invisible murderous intent erupted from his body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a little.
Chapter completed!