"Wang Yong?"
Director Lin was startled, his eyes quickly darted to Wang Yong, who was trying to speak out in his defense but then saw Mo Han approaching with the demand for paynt and the detailed bill.
"Director Lin, my na is Mo Han, father of Mo Xiaochen, the patient in bed 24 of ward 712. Here are the demand for paynt and the detailed billing issued by Dr. Wang Hai for my daughter!"
"My daughter has been hospitalized here for a month and so far has spent 3,567,872 yuan."
"I want to know why, if my daughter is diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia, there are drugs like imported Imatinib and Tamoxifen in the dication list?"
"You're the director, surely you know what these two drugs are supposed to be for?"
"I'm just trying to treat my daughter, but this son of a bitch prescribed dication for infertility treatnts with high costs!!"
"Haha, according to the demand for paynt, I still owe your hospital thirty-six thousand yuan for dical fees. Director Lin, should I pay this money or not?"
It's over! It's all over!
Wang Yong's face turned pale in an instant, and he began to tremble all over, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Over the years, for so cancer patients who were in critical condition and uninsured, he frequently prescribed a lot of expensive drugs, then sold these drugs through various channels to make so money.
Most patients and their families don't understand dical prescriptions, and even if they do, they often overlook these issues due to their eagerness for treatnt.
But he never expected that Mo Han would not only recognize them, but also confront him about it.
Having worked in the dical system for many years, Lin Renxin of course was aware of the corruption involved, and coupled with Wang Yong's pallid face, he imdiately realized that what Mo Han said was true.
"Slap!"
Blinded by rage, Director Lin gave Wang Yong a hefty slap on the face.
"You bastard! Wang Yong, have you no conscience? How dare you commit such a heinous act!"
"Do you live up to the uniform you're wearing? Do you honor the oath you took under Nightingale's pledge?"
"You're fired!"
Boom!
Wang Yong stood there as if struck by lightning, his mind a complete blank.
He hadn't expected Director Lin to be so decisive, to fire him outright with no room for negotiation.
With a thud, Wang Yong fell to his knees, slapping his own face repeatedly, "Director, I'm sorry! I was deluded by the words of the pharmaceutical representatives and did sothing worse than pigs and dogs!"
"Please, give another chance, I won't ever dare again!"
Wen Biyu spoke coldly, "Wang Yong, the person you should be apologizing to isn't Director Lin, it's Mister Mo!"
Wang Yong's eyes brightened, as if grasping a lifeline, he knelt before Mo Han without any regard for his pride, "Young brother, I'm sorry, it was all my fault!"
"I will refund all the dical fees to you, and additionally, I'll give you two hundred thousand yuan in compensation."
"Considering that I once did all I could to treat your daughter, please spare !"
Qin Ye gave a wry smile, his tone sardonic, "Did all you could? Wang Yong, you really have the nerve to say that!"
"If you want to spare you, fine, do you rember what you promised just now?"
"Rember... I rember." Wang Yong's face reddened, having earlier at the inpatient departnt talked tough about singing "Conquest" to Mo Han if Mo Xiaochen could be cured.
"Good, then begin your performance!"
Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone was confused, including Wen Biyu who was at a total loss, wondering what was going on.
"Finally you found a way to determine the winner..."
Before the crowd could react, Wang Yong was already stretching his vocal chords and started to sing, "This is how you conquer ..."
After a full half-minute, Mo Han gestured for him to stop, "Stop, stop, stop! Singing is really harsh, it's killing !"
Wang Yong felt a wave of grievance inside; it was Mo Han who had asked him to sing, but also Mo Han who said he was terrible. However, he could only force a smile on his face, "Young brother, I'm tone-deaf by nature, I sang the song for you, this matter..."
Mo Han chuckled, ignoring the man and instead walked up to Director Lin, speaking indifferently, "Director Lin, regarding such practices of inflating drug prices and overcharging, do you think firing him is enough?"
Enough?
Wang Yong's pupils shrank, and he shouted furiously, "Mo, are you playing ?"
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