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Chapter 509 Acute cranial convulsions!(1/2)

Chapter 509 Acute cranial convulsion!

"I won't sit anymore. I'm here to tell you that Huairentang's drug production license cannot be applied for for the time being."

Pan Shengrong put the documents in his hand on the table, looked helpless and said, "Say sorry to Dr. Zhang for me."

He had never met Zhang Fan, but he often heard about Huairentang's reputation and Zhang Fan's medical skills.

They are all unique.

pity……

"Director Pan!"

"Hello, I am Zhang Fan, the boss of Huairentang."

"Can you please tell me what is the problem that Huairentang cannot apply for a drug production license?"

Zhang Fan asked in confusion.

As Miao Zhigong said, Huairentang's medicines and qualifications are fine.

Why can't I apply for a production license?

"Sorry, I can only tell you that the drugs produced by Huairentang are not compliant and need a comprehensive inspection before making a decision."

Pan Shengrong's eyes looked at Zhang Fan.

A simple explanation.

I feel a little regretful.

"Comprehensive inspection? How long will it take?"

Zhang Fan refused to follow and continued to ask.

"The specific time has not been decided, so you have to check it first."

Pan Shengrong was not dissatisfied with Zhang Fan's questioning.

Answer one by one.

And this is exactly what Zhang Fan was deeply confused about.

If Pan Shengrong just made things difficult and didn't want to give Huairen Hall license, then Zhang Fan could be sure that the other party must be Tan Ren's person.

But Pan Shengrong clearly apologized to him just now.

There is guilt between words and expressions.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like you want to deliberately make things difficult for Zhang Fan.

But the time has not yet been decided, so what is going on?

Could it be to drag him to death to Huairen Hall so that Tan Ren can directly reap the benefits of the fisherman?

"Director Pan, do you see if there is any misunderstanding in this matter?"

"Huairentang has a very good reputation in the city, and the relationship between Dr. Zhang and Secretary Gu is also..."

Miao Zhigong attacked Pan Shengrong indirectly, hoping to use Gu Yutong's identity to force the other party to submit.

Pan Shengrong smiled bitterly.

On the day of the opening of Huairen Hall expansion, Gu Yutong personally went to deliver the flower basket.

As the director of the Drug Administration, how could he not have heard of it?

But he really has no choice in this matter.

He only found out last night.

That bastard Tan Ren not only gave his wife a full two million, but was also accepted by his wife.

Now, sealing Huairen Hall or not allowing Huairen Hall to apply for a drug production license is Tan Ren's requirement.

If he doesn't do it.

What awaits him is not only that he cannot maintain his position as director, but he will even be sent to jail for accepting bribes.

It is precisely because of this.

Even if Miao Zhigong brought Gu Yutong out, Pan Shengrong could not agree to this matter.

"Doctor Zhang, I'm really sorry, you'd better wait until the examination results come out before you talk!"

Pan Shengrong had no choice but to walk one way to the black.

Respond to leave.

By chance, the phone in my pocket rang.

Pan Shengrong took a look and answered immediately.

"Mr. Pan, my wife suddenly fainted just now, her ears and nose were bleeding, and the situation was not optimistic."

The phone call was from the nanny from Pan Shengrong’s house.

The other party was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and said anxiously.

"What?"

Pan Shengrong's heart trembled violently.

He hung up the phone immediately and called 120 with his hands trembling.

"It's too late!"

"Unless your wife can undergo craniotomy within twenty minutes."

"Otherwise, your life will not be guaranteed!"

How sharp is Zhang Fan’s hearing?

He heard everything on the phone just now.

Looking at Pan Shengrong's panic, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Hu, Hu, my wife can't have anything to do."

Pan Shengrong was scared and his tone became much heavier.

I didn't even think about how Zhang Fan heard the content of his call.

"Your wife suddenly fainted, accompanied by ENT bleeding, and most likely caused acute cranial convulsions."

"If the craniotomy cannot be performed within 20 minutes, you will become a vegetative person because of excessive blood loss in the cranial cavity."

Zhang Fan did not hide it either.

Tell your guess.

Pan Shengrong was playing 120, and he was extremely stiff.

He raised his head suddenly.

Looking at Zhang Fan.

Isn’t there a ready-made miracle doctor in front of you?

Pan Shengrong knew very well that Zhang Fan had no need to lie to him about life.

But it takes more than twenty minutes to get from his house to the hospital at the fastest.

What's more, it takes almost an hour to travel the ambulance.

How can a craniotomy be performed within twenty minutes?

Thinking of this.

Pan Shengrong hurriedly grabbed Zhang Fan's hands and begged: "Doctor Zhang, I know that you have excellent medical skills. You can know what kind of disease my wife is by just listening to the condition. Can you definitely treat it? "

"Please save my wife."

Pan Shengrong pressed the straw of hope on Zhang Fan.

But before Zhang Fan could speak.

Wei Jishi was the first to be unhappy.

He snorted lightly, looked at Pan Shengrong who was anxious, and disliked at all, and said, "Director Pan is really interesting."

"Doctor Zhang has not even solved the problem of a drug production license. Where can I have time to help you see a doctor?"

"I think you'd better find someone else!"

Wei Jishi said dissatisfiedly.

Pan Shengrong did not apply for a drug production license for Zhang Fan. Now, why should Zhang Fan help him save people?

"Doctor Zhang, I'm sorry, it's my fault!"

"I have long been well known for your name. It's because my wife collected Tan Ren two million last night just to prevent you from getting the license."

"Or I'll just accept bribes and go to jail."
To be continued...
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