"That''s what Mr. Wu said - Director Li, Lao Ren, there are four boxes in the dressing room. You can open them later and put them back." Ren Haitao repeated what Wu Mian just said. There is no mistake in a word. It''s like he was as meticulous as Wu Mian''s medical advice.


    "Yes, have you seen the box?" director Li asked in surprise.


    "Director Li, aren''t these?" Ren Haitao asked, pointing to several shiny silver and unknown metal "boxes" in the center of the dressing room.


    "This is the equipment," director Li said, looking at the 40cm high and 100cm long box.


    "We didn''t have this when we came in." Ren Haitao walked over and took a look. There was a password lock on it.


    After trying, it was obvious that the password was not set and the box was opened.


    There is no red light, but green. Ren Haitao seems to have walked into the corn field in early summer.


    Director Li leaned over and took a look.


    At one glance, the whole person was stunned.


    The box was full of dollars, brand-new, smelling of ink and special currency paper - that was the smell of money.


    The new banknotes, like bricks, are placed neatly and closely, without any spare space.


    How much is it!


    Director Li looked straight at the box. His soul had been detained by the dollars inside, leaving only an empty shell.


    "A lot of money." Ren Haitao covered the box and turned to change his clothes.


    "Old Ren!" director Li shouted in a low voice, like a trapped animal.


    "Ah?" Ren Haitao looked back and saw director Li open the box again. He wanted to go straight in and sleep with us dollars.


    "Director Li, not really." Ren Haitao smiled.


    Director Li swallowed a mouthful of water and said with difficulty, "these money may not even be able to afford a house in the Third Ring Road of the imperial capital..."


    With that, director Li was also surprised. When can the house in the Third Ring Road of the imperial capital be put on the mouth? That thing can''t be remembered by a director of a third class hospital in an ordinary province or city.


    "But I saw so much money for the first time." director Li continued after a long interval. "Lao Ren, what''s the quotation for us dollars to RMB now?"


    "I don''t know. I''ve never... I followed Mr. Wu to Xiangjiang a while ago. They gave me US dollars. I gave Mr. Wu everything and asked him to change it into RMB for me."


    "How much did you give?"


    "I don''t know. Mr. Wu said he wasn''t in a hurry." Ren Haitao smiled.


    "You''re not in a hurry!" director Li opened the box again, greedily looked at the green coins inside and smelled the special smell of ink.


    "Yes." Ren Haitao said strangely, "I didn''t do anything. I went to Xiangjiang to have a vocal cord fixation operation with Mr. Wu. The anesthesia is all Mr. Wu''s anesthesia. I''ll learn it. It doesn''t matter how much I give. It''s also right not to give it. I''ll go out and see the world."


    Director Li looked for a long time and closed the box, but within a second, he opened it again.


    This is Shengshi beauty!


    I really can''t see enough.


    According to the calculation of 1:7, there are... If so, not tens of millions?


    What did you do? Director Li recalled carefully that he sewed an arm. Even cosmetic suture should not be worth so much money.


    However, these thoughts just turned around in my mind and were immediately thrown out by director Li.


    This is my own!


    The dollars in the box seem to be smiling at themselves. It''s a nightmare. It''s really beautiful.


    "Director Li, change clothes to see eye patients," Ren Haitao said.


    "Director Li?"


    "Director Li!"


    Seeing that director Li had been silent, Ren Haitao was afraid and pushed him hard. Director Li was in a trance for a long time before he woke up.


    "Hey, I''m afraid you''ll have a direct brain infarction." Ren Haitao smiled and covered the box. "Director Li, change your clothes."


    Director Li looked at the box and swallowed his saliva. But his mouth was dry and there was no saliva to swallow, and the pulled oral mucosa was painful.


    "Lao Ren, how much money do you think Mr. Wu has? Just give us so much money, Mr. Wu will certainly have more." director Li looked at the box and said.


    "I don''t know. I think Mr. Wu''s clothes and meals are very common." Ren Haitao said. "Take a cigarette and relax. Don''t be rude when Mr. Wu comes later."


    Lit a cigarette, director Li silently smoked more than half of it before he calmed down. His eyes gradually became vivid, as if he remembered something. He took a vicious cigarette and scolded, "fool!"


    "Ah?"


    "Lao Ren, are you a fool?" director Li said. "I''ll talk to Mr. Wu later, go back to the dean and transfer here immediately."


    "Oh, are you sure to come." Ren Haitao said, "you don''t know. Mr. Wu''s level is too high. I haven''t seen anyone with a higher level than him for so many years. I met a patient with silent lung a while ago..."


    Director Li and Ren Haitao are like chickens and ducks. Their thinking is not on the same channel at all.


    But no matter from which angle, Wu Mian is impeccable.


    Director Li is too lazy to listen to Ren Haitao about the problem of silent lung. There is no case of that thing in a year. It is a special case. He quickly pondered over the transfer procedures. Mr. Wu is short of people here. He can''t come alone.


    But we can''t bring too many people. If there are more people, there will be more money. At present, there are four... No, two boxes of money. If the whole department is divided, even if he takes more than half of it and gives it to others, director Li also feels distressed.


    After thinking for a long time, I heard footsteps.


    Director Li Teng suddenly stood up and strode away.


    "Miss Wu, you are back." director Li''s enthusiastic voice raised the temperature of the whole dressing room by 3-5 ℃.


    "Director Li, hard work," said Wu mianwen.


    "You see what you said. It''s very polite," director Li said quickly. "Miss Wu, I''m involved to inquire about something."


    "What?"


    "Can I bring some of my doctors? Should the nurse?" director Li asked.


    "Welcome," said Wu Mian with a smile, "I''m short of people. You can see it. But you can work when you come, especially nurses. Don''t just choose young and beautiful ones. You have to be able to work."


    Director Li rubbed his hands. He really felt the importance of poor information. If you know a job made of gold, why doesn''t anyone want to come.


    Bajingzi Township, these four words imprison almost everyone''s imagination.


    "Miss Wu, how many people do you think I can bring?"


    "Not too much. Now the hospital mainly faces international patients." Wu Mian said with a smile, "just bring a nursing unit and enough doctors on duty. But bajingzi is still a little far from the provincial capital. At the beginning, the hospital may want you to stick to it."


    "No problem!" director Li agreed directly without hesitation.