Chapter 32: The pleader

Fan Wubing was woken up by someone, and he felt a little dry.

"No illness, wake up--" Someone was pushing him.

He barely opened his eyes and took a look, uh? It was his sister Fan Ting who came.

Fan Wubing climbed up from the recliner, and still felt a little weak in his hands and feet. He knew that it was because of the blood transfusion of Lin Xiaotong, so he lost too much blood. He didn't bother to ask where Fan Ting came from. He asked in a hurry, "Sister, get some glucose water or something. I probably lack energy."

Fan Ting naturally followed the company staff. Her full-time driver and secretary Wang Xujun quickly ran out to get a glass of glucose water and brought Fan Wubing for half a cup.

Feeling his body gradually warming up and his energy was recovering. Fan Wubing was a little energetic and talked to his sister Fan Ting. He asked curiously, "Sister, how did you know that I came to Beijing?"

"I also said, you suddenly left. How worried are my parents? Later, the garrison reported the situation to the municipal government. My dad learned that you had contacted the military and sent the injured to Beijing, so I asked me to come over and take a look. Who knew that you were sleeping like a pig." Fan Ting hadn't seen Fan Wubing for several months, and she kept saying things in her mouth, and she held Fan Wubing's cheeks with both hands shaking.

Fan Wubing was shaken by his sister Fan Ting and was a little uncomfortable. He was already ischemia. When she shook this way, he felt dizzy and hurriedly interrupted, "Sister, be at ease. I just had blood infusions, and I am weak now! But I can't bear to eat and you are so troubled!"

Has blood transfusion been given to someone? Fan Ting hurriedly grabbed Fan Wubing's arm and looked at it. Sure enough, seeing that there was tape on the pinhole, she immediately asked in a hurry, "Baby, who is so delicate, who actually needs to use blood transfusion? I guess your blood is worth a total of 18 million US dollars, right?"

Huh? When Fan Wubing heard what his sister said, he immediately calculated in his mind that the weight of a normal person's blood is about 8% of his weight. He is only more than 60 kilograms, so the blood weight should be as much as five kilograms. His current value is more than 100 billion US dollars. After this, I'm damn! Fan Wubing was shocked by himself. One gram of blood is worth 20 million US dollars!

I don’t know how much blood I lost to Lin Xiaotong this time. Judging from my current state, it is estimated that it will be at least 600 milliliters. Even if it is 750 grams, it will be worth 15 billion US dollars!

If the value is calculated according to this method, Lin Xiaotong can now rank among the top three in the Forbes rich rankings!

At that moment, Fan Wubing said to his sister Fan Ting with a frown, "I just came here and I am not familiar with this place, and the injured have not come out of the operating room yet. Sister, you can open a better ward, preferably a suite!"

"Are you planning to live here?" Fan Ting asked curiously.

"Sister--" Fan Wubing said helplessly, "The other person blocked this shot for me. Do you think I can let go?"

"Aren't I the bullet blocked for my dad?" Fan Ting felt a little confused.

Fan Wubing shook his head, but he couldn't say anything. The mayor's secretary had no obligation to block bullets for the mayor, right? The reason for this was indeed difficult to understand if it weren't for what Lin Xiaotong said to Fan Wubing. However, there was no need to publicize such a thing everywhere.

The suites of the 301 General Hospital are not that easy to ask for. Fortunately, when we came here, the military greeted us and left a suite for Fan Wubing and the others. It was the kind of suite with the most complete facilities. It was basically the same as living in his own home, except that there were many physical monitoring equipment in the room, and there were also electric bells specifically used to summon nursing staff.

After waiting for about four hours, the lights outside the operating room finally went out. The doctors walked out with exhaustion on their faces. Fan Wubing asked quickly, "Doctor, how is the situation of the injured inside?"

The doctor walking in front replied after hearing this, "Fortunately, the bullet was delivered in time. The bullet was between the heart and lungs of the injured person, only a few millimeters away from the heart. Ordinary hospitals may not be able to deal with such gunshot wounds. The bleeding problem in the lungs is relatively serious, so the recovery time will be relatively longer. However, I think the injured person has good physical fitness and can be discharged from the hospital in about a month, but if he wants to recover completely, it will probably take about half a year."

What this doctor said is true, because in peacetime, ordinary hospitals have insufficient experience in dealing with gunshot wounds. If you are not careful, unpredictable consequences are likely to occur. Military hospitals like 301 are better at dealing with similar situations. This time Fan Wubing's move to contact the military in time is undoubtedly very correct.

After saying this, the doctor suddenly asked, "Are you her relative?"

"No." Fan Wubing shook his head, suddenly remembered a question, and asked hurriedly, "Does you have to pay medical expenses? This is OK!"

The doctor smiled and said, "It's not a question of medical expenses. I just ask casually. The injured person's expenses are all made through public expense channels. The leader has instructed us to send two special guards. What I mean is that if the injured person's relatives accompany her, it will be beneficial to her recovery and facilitate communication with our hospital."

Oh, so that's it! Fan Wubing nodded, and then he remembered that it was a good time for public medical care. The era for doctors to receive red envelopes has not yet arrived. Besides, the rules of 301 General Hospital are very large. It is said that once a doctor is found to receive red envelopes, he will be punished and chased away, which is definitely different from ordinary hospitals.

Soon, Lin Xiaotong was pushed out of the operating room by the nurse and sent directly to the prepared suite.

Fan Ting, Fan Wubing and others followed, watching the nurses busy putting all kinds of things in their arms, Lin Xiaotong's face was still as pale as paper, but looking at the data on the various monitoring equipment that had just been connected, her physical condition had stabilized at this time.

"How long will it take to wake up?" Fan Wubing asked with a frown.

"It will take about two days later." The nurse replied.

Fan Wubing nodded and thought to himself that the past two days would be enough for him to handle some things in Beijing. When Lin Xiaotong wakes up, she can't see that there is no one around her whom she knows, otherwise she will be a little sorry for the bullet she blocked.

Fan Ting pulled Fan Wubing, followed Wang Xuyun, and the three of them left the hospital building and arrived at the parking lot. Fan Ting's Mercedes-Benz stopped here.

Fan Wubing glanced at it and said, "It's been six or seven years since the car. Why don't you change another one? Isn't it popular to drive cars like BMWs now?"

"It's because I've been open for six or seven years that I'm used to it." Fan Ting replied casually.

"How is the company's business going on recently?" Since I arrived in Beijing, Fan Wubing must be concerned about PCFans.

Fan Ting scratched her head and said, "Apart from the recent work getting busier, everything else is normal."

Oh, Fan Wubing nodded, which means that everything here went smoothly.

After chatting with Fan Ting for a while, I realized that since we jointly established an online product production base with Cisco, the problems of the PCfans Club have basically been solved. Even after seeing the situation in the head office reversed, branches in various places have put aside their own thoughts. Then, with the assistance of Fan Wubing's subordinates sent to help, Fan Ting took back a lot of power to be delegated to the local area. At this time, the situation of the PCfans Club was much better than expected before.

"What is Fan Kang doing now?! I have been back in China for so long, and I haven't even seen a hair!" Fan Wubing was a little annoyed when he mentioned his brother Fan Kang.

During the Chinese New Year, this guy didn't know what plane was going on?! He boasted in front of his parents and wanted to catch them for the Chinese New Year. As a result, neither of them went back, which made Fan Wubing's face ruined. Is my younger brother so worthless?

As a result, the three talents returned to the PCfans headquarters and were informed by the front desk staff that there were important guests coming.

"What customer?" Fan Ting frowned. She had just met her younger brother Fan Wubing. Before she could speak well, she went out to eat something together, and someone came to visit. It was really not fun, so she wanted to turn the visitor off.

"I am a leader of the State Administration for Industry and Commerce. I have been waiting for more than an hour." The manager at the front desk saw that the boss seemed a little unhappy and hurriedly explained to her.

The State Administration for Industry and Commerce? Fan Wubing thought, sister, she would not evade taxes, right? There is no need to do this by making so much money. So what is the purpose of the people from the State Administration for Industry and Commerce coming? So he glanced at Fan Ting.

Seeing that his younger brother looked at him with a consultative look, Fan Ting shook her head and said, "It's useless to see that I'm not there, and I don't know what this person is doing."

"Then let's see what he said." Fan Wubing thought that if the people from the State Administration for Industry and Commerce could not offend them, they would not offend them, so as to save them from making small moves. Although the companies under their name are all formal and legal, they cannot help but beware of others playing with the rules and finding their own unhappiness, so he suggested to his sister Fan Ting.

Fan Ting nodded, so she returned to the reception room. Sure enough, she saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting on the sofa in a daze. After hearing their footsteps, she hurriedly stood up and greeted him with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Fan, I am Wang Zhiping of the State Administration for Industry and Commerce."

"Hello, Deputy Director Wang." Fan Ting took a business attitude, shook hands with him, and asked, "I don't know if Deputy Director Wang is here, what instructions do you have?"

Wang Zhiping is a deputy director of the State Administration for Industry and Commerce. Although he is not in charge of foreign private enterprises, he is always the deputy director and has influence. Therefore, Fan Ting is very polite in her attitude and always has to give her face.

"Haha, Mr. Fan, I'm entrusted to talk to Mr. Fan about some private matters. Is it convenient for you to see here?" Wang Zhiping said, looking at Fan Wubing and Wang Xuyun without showing any expression.

Of course Fan Ting knew what he meant, so she said, "This is my brother and this is my personal secretary, so there is no need to avoid it."

Oh, Wang Zhiping nodded, thinking that whether it is a private secretary or a younger brother, these are the most close people, and there is no need to avoid it. So he said, "Something happened on the side of Panshi recently. I heard that Mayor Ling Zunfan was almost shot. Is there anything wrong with this?"

Fan Ting felt a little strange in her heart. She had just learned about this from her father and Fan Wubing. Why did it spread in Beijing? She asked back, "This is a matter, but it is not big, and it has not spread. How did Deputy Director Wang know?"

"Oh!" Wang Zhiping sighed, "A cadre from Yuanping Factory involved in this case is now working in our General Administration. It happens that he is the son-in-law of an old leader, so the old leader is very concerned about this matter and has severely scolded his son-in-law. I came here today to help others pass on a message, hoping that President Fan can give Mayor Fan a message to see if he can take his son-in-law out of this matter? The old leader has always been honest and honest. This time, the matter for his son-in-law is a failure. Mr. Fan, can you do this matter?"

Oh, it turns out that he is the entreater!
Chapter completed!