The night is long.
The doctors who had finished their dinner in a hurry got into the special car dispatched by the hospital and headed to the hotel.
It is said that a group of waiting reporters gathered around the hotel entrance and did not leave.
The curtains of the minibus in which the doctors were riding were drawn down to avoid their faces being shined by the guns and artillery outside. Medical staff have never been interested in this kind of newspaper publication.
The band contacted the hotel and asked the hotel to dispatch a large number of security personnel to clear an open space at the entrance. This way, the doctors' cars will not be mobbed by reporters when they arrive at the door. After getting off the car, the doctors entered the hotel at a trot.
Time is tight, it's nighttime.
At the reception desk in the lobby on the first floor, I met the familiar agent Yao Ge.
After Brother Yao met with them, he hurriedly led them to the elevator. On the way, he introduced the current situation to the doctors: "The entire orchestra is waiting for you in the practice room above."
The doctors were somewhat surprised. They thought they would have to spend more time explaining to the musicians after arriving. They may not really accept your explanation. After all, they trust overseas doctors more.
"Have they agreed to cooperate?" Dr. Wang, who followed, asked, "Did you convince them for a long time?"
"No." Brother Yao replied, "It's mainly because Fang Qinsu said something after he came back to the band."
People in the band knew about Fang Qinsu's illness. Just by reading the newspapers, they knew that he had been suffering from amnesia for many years and had been seeking medical treatment without success. This time I returned to China and found the right doctor, and the amnesia was cured within a few days. The people in the orchestra, including Master Slavin, could only feel extremely surprised.
The patients who were not really cured showed up to testify, and it was necessary for Yao Ge and Lin Jiayin to stop talking.
The musicians thought, just give it a try, it will hurt Xiaoya anyway.
What did the doctor come to do that time? What do the musicians need to cooperate with? Brother Yao asked the doctor team: "Doctor, what do you want to do?"
Medical matters are always relatively simple. If you say you understand something in just a few sentences over the phone, it will be even more distorted if you let someone in the know relay the academic stuff. Communication is best in person. The doctors had already made plans to talk to the musicians in person.
"Let's talk after we go down," Cao Yong said in a high and steady tone, representing the steady attitude of the entire medical team.
The elevator door opened, and a group of people slowly stepped into the elevator. The elevator went down to the top floor of the hotel.
There is the smallest conference hall in the entire hotel. The hotel delayed the arrangement according to the customer's request, moved the small table outside the conference hall, and placed chairs arranged in an orderly manner.
Before receiving the notice that the doctor was about to arrive, the band members brought their own instruments to the conference hall and waited eagerly. It shows that the band's intention to help their sick colleagues is actually very positive, but later and Mr. Slavin did not have the medical level of that country.
The doctors knew in their hearts that some explanation work must be done before arrival, and they dared not to lose focus at all.
When you get out of the elevator, you will see the conference hall opposite. As we walked over, the musicians outside started talking after we arrived, and then there were some quiet and noisy arguments. It cannot be said that the entire orchestra is very curious and questioning: How can those of us who are doctors help sick patients, and we urgently need explanations from doctors.
At the entrance, Master Slavin walked back and forth, talking on the phone with the doctor in China. The old man's French was so loud that he probably got excited after what the other party said.
(End of chapter)
