Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Wen Heng's voice came from the receiver to Song Xunnan's ears, and he fell silent.

"How could my secretary listen to you?"

"Okay sir, I'll arrange it right away."

The voices of the two overlapped, and Song Xunnan looked at the secretary who betrayed him in disbelief: "Who will pay you?"

The secretary spoke confidently: "You. But everyone is worried about you. If Mr. Song can't hold on, the whole company will collapse in half."

Wen Heng said on the other end: "He is right, he will send it to my mobile phone after booking the ticket."

Song Xunnan pinched the bridge of his nose: "Got it, Mr. Wen, what are you talking about?"

Wen Heng chuckled on the other end, as if someone was scratching the tip of his heart with a feather.

He said: "Be obedient, go to eat first, and don't rush to find that person for a while, otherwise I will be very worried. Go home first and hang up."

The secretary watched the phone hang up, but Song Xunnan was still standing there, and asked aloud, "Mr. Song, is there anything else?"

"...Huh?" Song Xunnan shook his head, the tips of his ears were slightly red under the cover of broken hair, "It's okay, it's just..."

Seeing that he was silent again, the secretary repeated, "That's it?"

"Forget it, it's okay, you go to work first and order me a dinner by the way." Song Xunnan sent the secretary away with a few words.

He was the only one left in the office, and he sat back on the chair.

If Wen Heng hadn't called to wake him up just now, he would probably have overslept.

The computer screen also displayed the emails between him and the partner company. Song Xunnan had been trying to appease the other party's emotions, and finally the partner let him go and decided to give him some more time.

The secretary quickly delivered the dinner to Song Xunnan's desk. After eating, he sent the ticket information to Wen Heng, and the two made an appointment to meet at the airport.

When Song Xunnan rushed to the airport, Wen Heng had already arrived.He was wearing a long gray trench coat and was tall and slender. Song Xunnan found him right away.

"Let's go, there's still half an hour to check in." He hurriedly pulled the person up and left, with the assistant following behind.

"Don't panic."

Wen Heng held him with his backhand, and his steady voice had a calming effect.

Song Xunnan didn't remember until after the plane took off.

"Are you still going to work? I forgot about it just now."

He actually didn't refute when Wen Heng proposed to come with him, and he didn't even feel that there was something wrong. Only now did he realize that Wen Heng's ability to give him clues had helped him a lot, and now he went with himself.

"It's too late for you to remember now," Wen Heng shook his head indifferently, "I've already asked for leave, it's fine. Where is that person's information? Have you brought it?"

"Your doctors seem to have very few vacations, so you don't think you'll take all your annual leave?" Song Xunnan said while taking out the documents from the briefcase held by the assistant, "Everything is here, take a look. "

"Maybe."

Wen Heng didn't argue with him that he wasn't considered a doctor in that hospital, but was just attending to diagnose this matter. His slender fingers brushed past Song Xunnan, took away the documents in his hand, and began to read them.

"To express my gratitude, I will take you out to play next time you are on vacation," Song Xunnan said, pointing to the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, "but let's forget it recently, I am so busy that I want to split myself in half use."

After all, the only time he had relaxed and rested in the past few days was when he was sitting on the embankment drinking to soothe his sorrows that night.

Wen Heng raised his eyes from the file and looked into Song Xunnan's tired eyes. After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, he raised his hand.

Song Xunnan's eyelashes trembled, looking at the hands close to his cheeks, he didn't hide.

Wen Liang's fingertips passed through the broken hair on the side of his face with utmost restraint, and finally landed on his shoulder, patted him comfortingly, and then pulled down the baffle on one side: "Take a break first, and I will call you when we arrive. "

"……Um."

Song Xunnan's response was two seconds slower.

He moved the arm that was patted by Wen Heng indistinctly.

Even though it was just a light touch, it made his whole arm feel numb.

Song Xunnan licked his lips, and after feeling overwhelmed by the feeling, he turned his head and looked at Wen Heng. The other party was flipping through the thin documents in his hand.

Looking at it, Song Xunnan couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

……

When he woke up again, the plane was about to land.

"Is it coming?" He blinked his sore eyes.

"Hurry up," Wen Heng said after he woke up, "Zhang Yunqian said at the time that he was going to see a doctor for himself, and he did have spinal cord vascular disease, but it was just an early symptom. Have you ever thought about what Taiheng people would use? method to make him give false testimony."

"Lots, lots of money, promised benefits, but the most important thing to a patient is—"

Song Xunnan and Wen Heng looked at each other, and said at the same time: "Health."

Wen Heng continued: "I don't have deep research in this area, but there is a student under my supervisor who specializes in this topic, and I just asked him. The early treatment of spinal cord vascular disease has a great impact on the prognosis. The use of imaging technology to improve clinical recognition, especially the imaging and contrast of cerebral blood vessels, has a great impact on the fine classification of diseases."

Song Xunnan froze in place.

Wen Heng also paused when he said this, with a complicated expression on his face: "At present, the main focus is on medical imaging technology in China, and the company with the highest strength can provide high-quality technical services. Your company is the first choice."

Song Xunnan remained silent for a long time and said with a blank expression: "I thought of a story. A woman was in a car accident. The doctor rushed from home to the hospital immediately after receiving the call. She was robbed by robbers on the way, which delayed the rescue time. The woman died unfortunately. The doctor stood at the door of the operating room and yelled to the crying husband, 'He stole my car'."

He sneered twice, and concluded: "Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

Wen Heng said slowly: "Yes. But that's Zhang Yunqian's business."

Zhang Yunqian hadn't read much, and his ability to frame others proved that his character was not much better.People like him have a small world and can only see their own interests.

He probably never dreamed that the company he poured dirty water on could save his life.

===

When the two rushed to the hospital, Li Nian and Wen Jinran were waiting at the entrance of the inpatient department.

"Mr. Song."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Li Nian shook his head: "It's nothing."

Wen Jinran received a call from Song Xunnan a few hours ago, telling him that there was no problem with the database in City L, and that it was Zhang Yunqian who had the problem.Wen Jinran didn't go back after hearing this, but took a car back to City N, arriving an hour earlier than they did.

Wen Jinran: "Brother Nan. Brother, why are you here?"

"Your brother is here to help," Song Xunnan turned to look at Wen Heng, "His ward is on the fifth floor."

Wen Heng said "Yes" to indicate that he understood, and walked into the hall with Song Xunnan closely beside him.

Wen Jinran hurriedly shouted "Wait for me" and followed.

"Brother Nan, don't start a fight when you go in. I'm afraid that reporters will ambush here to make a fuss."

Song Xunnan glanced back at him: "I seem to be the kind of person who has no brains?"

Wen Jinran still wanted to say something, but saw Song Xunnan hooking the corners of his lips and making a warm smile: "Let's not make a fuss for now."

……

Zhang Yunqian was half lying in the ward looking at his mobile phone. His limbs were weak, so he specially installed a mobile phone holder for himself. When he was watching the video, he heard movement at the door and glanced at him.

In addition to Li Nian who I have become familiar with in the past few days and Wen Jinran who I met a few days ago, there are two more young people who look very imposing.

Among them, the taller ones glanced at the ward casually and met his gaze, without any emotion, but with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The other person knew him and had seen photos on the Internet.

Song Xunnan, President of Nanbei Science and Technology Company.

Zhang Yunqian's heart skipped a beat and he could barely sit still. He got up all of a sudden: "You, what are you doing here? Didn't you agree to pay compensation? Are you looking for so many people to go back on your word?"

In order to boost his momentum, he made a very loud voice, making it seem that he was not right and strong.

Li Nian said still smiling politely: "Mr. Zhang, don't be nervous, we just simply go through the process, it should be our responsibility, and our company will not shirk it."

The meaning of this sentence was deeper, but Zhang Yunqian didn't catch it.

"Zhang Yunqian?" Song Xunnan pulled up a chair, sat down in front of the bed, and smiled gently at Zhang Yunqian who was sitting on the bed, "Do you have time to talk?"

Zhang Yunqian saw that he didn't seem to know the truth, and Song Xunnan's appearance was too deceptive, and it was easy to make people feel good about him.

So he said: "Yes, but I hope you don't waste too much of my time."

"It won't be too long. Can Mr. Zhang tell you what happened?"

"Didn't I tell your subordinates several times?" Zhang Yunqian muttered, and said it again, and kept expressing how unlucky he was. He was obviously weak and couldn't use his strength, and he still struggled a long way Going to another place to suffer, crying and complaining about my own hardships, I have done my best to be a victim.

If it were someone who didn't know the inside story, he would have to show empathy.

Song Xunnan nodded: "So that's the case."

Seeing that he reacted so coldly, without even the slightest trace of guilt on his face, Zhang Yunqian quit.

"You capitalists are cold-blooded. You secretly don't know how much benefit you have received from that hospital, but you actually deceive consumers by selling dog meat!"

Song Xunnan didn't speak, but the man in the gray windbreaker behind him spoke.

"You have spinal vascular disease."

His tone was not questioning, but affirmative.

Those light brown eyes looked Zhang Yunqian up and down, making him feel as if he was being seen through by X-rays, and there was nothing to hide.

"Yes. Those of you who are engaged in medical services must know a little bit about medicine. Do you know how uncomfortable it is for me to be sick? You even traveled all the way to other provinces to be deceived! Pity my medical expenses, which are all earned by working hard Come on, it's all gone!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, but was interrupted by Wen Heng's words.

"The current clinical diagnosis technology for spinal cord and blood diseases is medical imaging. In order to screen diseases, sophisticated data processing is required."

Zhang Yunqian was stunned, blankness flashed across his face, he found that everyone was looking at him, Li Nian and Wen Jinran even had an inexplicable... pity in their eyes.

He couldn't figure it out, and then said: "Then you can help me make a portrait. It's not that the big boss of your company has no money. Can't you do such a small thing?"

"Of course." Song Xunnan smiled softly, like a very talkative old man, "I dare not say anything else, my company is a leader in medical imaging."

"Then you can...!" Secret ecstasy flashed in Zhang Yunqian's eyes.

"In other words, Mr. Zhang, if you want to successfully prescribe the right medicine in the early stage and avoid the big trouble of paralysis in the later stage, you must rely on our company's medical equipment."

Song Xunnan was still smiling, but at this moment the thin and cold sharp edge under his smile was revealed.

"Mr. Zhang, did the people behind you tell you about this?"

Zhang Yunqian stared at the appropriate smile on Song Xunnan's face, and felt a chill rushing up his back.