chapter 6 Hospital

Forty minutes later, Freddie Letherdale and the other three came back together.

The beautiful woman next to Freddie Letherdale had a flushed face and looked very satisfied.

"Brother Chong, I was ignorant just now, so what I said just now, you just think I'm farting."

Ned Spears stepped forward and held Nathan Yale's hand, looking like a little pug.

Then he lay down and whispered in Nathan Yale ear: "This is the most manly time I've seen in the past ten years. I feel so happy!"

Nathan Yale laughed.

Alexander Lyson also looked excited: "Nathan Yale, I want your half bottle of wine, three hundred thousand!"

At this time, Alexander Lyson was no longer as cold as before and treated Nathan Yale as if he were his own brother.

"Tianqi, you are quite greedy, I have to ask for at least half."

Ned Spears said quickly, grabbing the wine bottle and not letting it go.

The two immediately started fighting over each other, as if they were fighting over a wife, and no one was allowed to sleep.

"Snapped!"

Freddie Letherdale slapped the table and stretched out five fingers: "I want it!"

"Brother Lu said he wants this wine, five hundred thousand."

The beauty explained.

When Ned Spears and Alexander Lyson saw that Freddie Letherdale had spoken, they didn't dare to say anything more and could only obediently give the wine to Freddie Letherdale.

The two of them looked at the half bottle of wine eagerly, exuding regret.

Nathan Yale laughed and said, "You don't have to fight over it. I can continue to brew this kind of wine, and I guarantee that I will have enough."

"real?"

Ned Spears eyes lit up, "Give me fifty bottles first!"

"I want to order fifty bottles too!"

Alexander Lyson said hurriedly.

"one hundred."

"Brother Lu ordered a hundred bottles."

"Haha, Brother Lu, you want so much, I don't know if Lisa can bear it."

Alexander Lyson said with a smile.

Freddie Letherdale waved his hand and said, "As a gift."

Lisa rolled her eyes at Alexander Lyson and said with a blush, "Brother Lu said that this wine can be used to smoothen the relationship between the higher-ups. The Lu family can use this to move to a higher level."

"Haha, Brother Lu is still thinking long term."

Alexander Lyson laughed.

Regardless of whether Nathan Yale agreed or not, they had already ordered 200 bottles of wine.

Nathan Yale had no choice but to smile bitterly. It seemed that he would have to work hard for a while to make so much wine.

"Nathan Yale, tell me your bank card number, and I will transfer the money to you right away."

Alexander Lyson was impatient, as if he was afraid that the duck next to his mouth would run away.

Nathan Yale scratched his head: "I don't have a bank card yet."

In fact, Nathan Yale had no other savings except the 30,000 yuan he had returned from demobilization, and he did not need to apply for a bank card to save money.

Ned Spears took out a card from his handbag: "Use this. There are two hundred thousand in it. Think of it as my deposit. The password is eight one."

Businessmen like Ned Spears always carry several such bank cards in their bags so that they can give gifts to customers at any time.

Nathan Yale was not polite and directly reached out to take it.

Later, Alexander Lyson paid a deposit of 200,000 yuan, and Freddie Letherdale paid a deposit of 200,000 yuan, plus 500,000 yuan for half a bottle of wine.

In less than a morning, Nathan Yale had more than one million.

Although he had already been mentally prepared, Nathan Yale couldn't help but sigh that becoming a millionaire turned out to be such an easy thing.

"Brother Lu, give me a sip of the wine in this bottle, and I'll let my old man have a taste too."

Alexander Lyson smiled and asked Freddie Letherdale.

"Can."

Alexander Lyson face immediately broke out into a smile, and he hurriedly filled the glass with wine while mumbling: "Give more, give more, Brother Lu, when did you become so stingy?"

Several people had dinner and left Xinping Hotel together.

When passing the hotel entrance, I found two waiters lying on the ground, barking like dogs.

There were many people around, taking short videos on their mobile phones.

"Hey, is this a new trick from Xinping Hotel?

interesting. "

Alexander Lyson smiled.

Ned Spears also laughed and took out his phone to take pictures.

Nathan Yale said with an innocent look: "Today I have seen what a watchdog is."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers secretly.

The two waiters lying on the ground suddenly woke up. Looking at themselves and the surrounding onlookers, they dug their fingers into the ground in embarrassment, wanting to find a crack to get in.

"Guys, I'll leave first and go back to let our old man taste this wine."

Alexander Lyson held the wine glass enthusiastically, "Nathan Yale, you should go home and make wine quickly, I'm interested in you!"

After Alexander Lyson left, Freddie Letherdale also said "goodbye" and left.

"Nathan Yale, I have something else to do. I'll take a taxi for you wherever you go."

Ned Spears asked.

"I'm going to the central hospital."

Nathan Yale said.

"oh?

What's wrong? "

Ned Spears asked.

Nathan Yale told the story about his mother's serious illness.

Ned Spears nodded: "I didn't expect such a big thing to happen to your family. I'll see my aunt another day, so you go quickly. If you need money, tell me!"

Nathan Yale waved his bank card and said with a smile: "There is no shortage now. You can go quickly. I can go there by myself."

Afterwards, Nathan Yale said goodbye to Ned Spears, took a taxi, went to the bank to withdraw money, and then headed towards the Central Hospital...

When Nathan Yale returned to the hospital, it was already the afternoon.

When he passed the chief physician's office, he found a group of people surrounding his father Winston Yale.

"what happened?"

Nathan Yale squeezed to Winston Yale side.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in a white coat, about fifty years old.

He had a square shaved head and a shrewd look in his eyes. He was Timothy Zuniga, the director of the Central Hospital.

Another middle-aged doctor standing next to him was chief physician Abe Greaves.

Although Abe Greaves was wearing a mask, it could still be seen that he was looking at Winston Yale with extremely contemptuous eyes.

Next to Abe Greaves, stood a middle-aged woman, about forty years old, fat, wearing a expensive T-shirt, with her hands on her hips and a black Gui bag hanging on her arm.

Looking at Winston Yale again, he was wearing a big red vest, his hair was scratched like a chicken coop, and there were five blood stains on his face.

Surrounding a few people, there were also a few reporters, hurriedly writing down something with their pens.

"Old man, no matter what, it's your fault to start a fight with a lady."

A reporter said with great disdain.

"That's right, he damaged all my new manicures. One finger costs one hundred yuan. Can you afford to pay for it?"

The fat woman glared at Ye Winston Yale.

"what happened?"

Nathan Yale asked.

"They won't treat your mother."

Winston Yale was a clumsy person, so he held back his words for a long time.

"How can you, old man, be like this? When did I say that I would no longer treat patients? I just said that I would arrange for other patients today."

Abe Greaves explained.

"Why arrange other patients? We have already agreed before."

Winston Yale's old face turned red with anger, and he couldn't even understand what he was saying. What he meant was: It had been agreed before that Frederick Looske would be treated today.

"You, the patients' family members, are just making trouble without reason and don't understand the difficulties of our doctors at all."

Dean Timothy Zuniga shook his head, "I understand your wife's illness. What's the difference between treating her today and tomorrow?"

The treatment for Frederick Looske is to relieve Frederick Looske's pain. One day late, Frederick Looske will suffer one more day.

"Mr. Gao's condition is relatively serious, so we temporarily arranged treatment for him. This is also for the hospital's humanitarian considerations. You old man is just too selfish."

Abe Greaves sneered.

The fat woman nodded with satisfaction: "Yes! A selfish old guy, an old coward."

Obviously, the so-called Mr. Gao is her son.

A reporter said to Winston Yale: "Old man, this is your fault. You are too selfish to only think about yourself. Don't other people's lives matter?"

Another reporter said: "It is because of people like you that the doctor-patient relationship is so tense now. We reporters must expose evil people like you."