The Surgeon's Studio

In a villa in Deep Water Bay, he and his pet Dr. Huo were woken up by a phone call.

Being disturbed from sleep was a very annoying thing.

Dr. Huo glanced at her phone and saw that it was from the hospital.

"Maybe Qin Lu is dying," Dr. Huo guessed.

However, he wasn't nervous. Instead, he tried to suppress his morning temper.

It was the best that Qin Lu could come back to life. That meant a huge red packet, but this was only a beautiful dream.

According to Dr. Huo's judgment, Qin Lu wouldn't be able to live for more than a month. In fact, he could die at any moment.

Although this would cause his income to be slightly lower, it was not a big deal.

Dr. Huo was already very satisfied to be able to live in the Deepwater Bay, which was surrounded by mountains and was known as the best Feng Shui place in Xiangjiang.

In Xiangjiang, doctors were a group of people with a high income, and they did not have much work to do. This kind of high - paying and decent job was the dream of many people.

He suppressed his anger and answered the call.

"Dr. Huo, there's a change in the situation!" The doctor on duty said anxiously.

"Change? Did old master Qin's condition worsen? You can just deal with the problem accordingly. Why did you call me?" Dr. Huo was very unhappy. He stood up, walked to the living room, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of water.

"No, it's a doctor from a public hospital in the capital. I heard there's progress." The person on duty said to the doctor in the nursing Hospital.

"The capital? A public hospital?" Dr. Huo yawned and said unhappily,"Do you think there will be any good doctors in a public hospital?"

"Dr. Huo, that's the capital, it's different from our place."

"That's impossible! A few years ago, I went to the capital to give a lecture and saw their patients.

The doctors were exhausted. In this state, the doctor could collapse at any time.

They were busy treating patients every day and had no time to do research. The progress of basic research is slow, not to mention making any breakthrough discoveries on Alzheimer 's, a disease that is a headache for the whole world. " Dr. Huo said in disdain.

"No, no, Dr. Huo, please listen to me." The middle - aged doctor saw that he was about to hang up the phone and immediately said,""The doctor at the capital public hospital said that it's not a nervous system disease, but a result of excessive insulin secretion ..."

"Please have some scientific spirit!" Dr. Huo took a sip of water and felt that her sleepiness had dissipated a lot. She was a little unhappy."There's nothing wrong with his endocrine system. Mr. Qin doesn't have diabetes, and there's no risk."

“……”

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." "Don't tell me about these things in the future,"Dr. Huo said.

"Dr. Huo, Master Song just came." The person on the other end of the phone said in a low voice.

Dr. Huo instantly sobered up.

"Master Song? Is it that person?"

"Yes."

"What did Song Shi say?" Dr. Huo asked nervously.

"She didn't say anything, but she didn't leave either. I saw her go to the guest room next door."

"Alright, I'll go immediately." Dr. Huo hung up the phone.

He did not put on his clothes immediately and rushed to the hospital. Instead, he held the bottle of water in his hand and stood in front of the large floor - to - Ceiling window.

Dr. Huo's figure was reflected in the dark night.

A doctor from a public hospital? Dr. Huo sneered. He felt that his smile was very good - looking and had a very strong affinity.

A few years ago, when he went to the capital to give a lecture, he had personally seen a sea of patients.

There was also a family member of a patient who was holding a banner and saying that the black - hearted doctor had deliberately killed someone.

With that kind of work intensity and working environment, it was still possible to treat some simple and common diseases.

But would they have the time to come into contact with the world's cutting - edge technology?

Dr. Huo didn't believe in such a ridiculous thing.

He knew how much the medical Laboratory would cost. How could those large public hospitals in Imperial be so rich?

It was impossible!

He had no money, no time, and was exhausted from running all day. Dr. Huo couldn't understand why her peers in the imperial capital would treat a respectable profession like this.

Those poor people who couldn't afford to pay should just die. Why waste a lot of manpower and material resources to treat them?

And to misjudge Alzheimer's as diabetes ... How could he make such a ridiculous diagnosis? Dr. Huo didn't really believe it.

At the very least, he should have the attitude of a doctor and a scientist.

The key was that the Qin clan was one of the richest clans in Xiangjiang city! Why did they find such an unreliable doctor?

Dr. Huo didn't understand.

But this was not important.

In the capital, the doctors in the government hospitals were like ants in his eyes.

Without dignity, they had to bear the burden of overworking like worker ants. From time to time, there would be news of the sudden death of doctors.

How could such a person have high skill level?

That was why he scoffed at the so - called large public hospitals.

There was no technical content, and the doctors would not understand some of the cutting - edge technology! Even directors, professors, and even academicians were illiterate in Dr. Huo's eyes.

However, the person whom he paid attention to and was worth making a trip here in the middle of the night was the legendary song Shi.

This was the third generation of Song Shi.

After the death of the second generation uncle song, the third generation Song Shi went into seclusion, and it was extremely rare for ordinary people to see him.

However, Master Song was an expert in geomancy and the divination of plum flowers. There were a few rumors circulating in Xiangjiang city that were half true and half false, all of which were about Master song's actions that reversed the situation.

Dr. Huo didn't care about the rumors about the ignorant commoners.

However, among the rich and powerful in Xiangjiang city, a portion of them treated Song Shi as an esteemed guest, just like the Qin clan.

There was a reason why rich people could be rich. Dr. Huo's respect for rich people came from the bottom of her heart.

If I can catch Song Shi's eye this time and receive a few pointers from him, perhaps my career and fortune will rise to new heights.

Thinking of the mysterious teacher song, Dr. Huo's smile became much more respectful and humble.

Even though he hadn't met Song Shi yet, the respect that he had for him was already displayed on his face and body.

After finishing the water, Dr. Huo changed her clothes.

The color of the tie seemed a little off. It wasn't formal enough and was a little gaudy.

He changed to another one.

It was slightly rigid and conservative.

He didn't know what color Song Shi liked, and he didn't know if his performance would be able to get in touch with Song Shi.

Dr. Huo changed into three to five neckties. Like a woman who was about to go out, she repeatedly picked and finally pampered one.

Although he was still a little dissatisfied, he didn't have time.

Dr. Huo was a little regretful. It seemed like she needed more clothes for various occasions.

Otherwise, it would be too ridiculous if he suddenly encountered a great opportunity like today and ended up being defeated because of some small details.

It was wrong!

Today, old master Qin might not be able to hold on. He had to wear a black suit.

Just as they were about to leave, Dr. Huo suddenly remembered something.

She went back to change her clothes in a hurry.