There are more than a few tons of medical supplies stranded outside Xiangcheng. How can such a few grassroots managers in the emergency area bring such a large amount of medical supplies back to Xiangcheng?
Qin Ziran felt that Ke Minghong thought too highly of the management.
Ke Minghong pounded the table and said angrily:
"Mr. Qin, what do you mean? We are short of manpower now, so why do you send people out to find women for you?"
The emergency area needs medical supplies, needs medical supplies, needs medical supplies!
This is a question that Ke Minghong has been reacting to Qin Ziran for a long time.
But what has Qin Ziran, the manager and commander, been doing all this time? Instead of alleviating all conflicts, he intensified them.
Qin Ziran even lost the management rights of the entire temporary rescue center.
Qin Ziran, who was sitting leisurely, looked at Ke Minghong impatiently.
"I need to report to you when I'm doing something? If you're short of manpower, go to Gong Yi. Don't all the garrison guards in this rescue center listen to him?"
Ke Minghong was stunned and looked at Qin Ziran with disbelief.
"Are you crazy? The management and command of the emergency area is yours. It is also your responsibility to make this emergency area operate normally. Even though Gong Yi has taken away the management rights of the rescue center, he still purchases medical supplies for the emergency area. Isn’t that your job?”
He knew that Qin Ziran was disrespected by Gong Yi. Ke Minghong followed Qin Ziran that day and watched Gong Yi blatantly reject Qin Ziran's order to purge people.
The management class is responsible for appeasing people's hearts and maintaining order through civilized means.
The garrison is responsible for maintaining order through violence.
It was Ke Minghong. He also felt that the resistance of the injured should not be intensified at this time.
What Qin Ziran did was originally disrupting order.
Isn't it natural for Gong Yi to suppress Qin Ziran?
If Gong Yi doesn't take away the management rights, there's no telling what Qin Ziran will do here.
Judging from the current humidity in the air, many injured people will not be able to survive in the drizzle.
"enough!"
Qin Ziran slapped the table and stood up. He was so angry when Ke Minghong said,
"Ke Minghong, even if you say hell, there's no way we can transport medical supplies to Xiangcheng for you now. You can either bring the medical staff and the injured to move it yourself, or you can ask Gong Yi for help, and I can't help you!"
Or his position is too low and he should work higher.
At least it must be operated to the point that it can be mobilized to the level of garrison at will with just one sentence.
Qin Ziran's eyes were filled with tears as he watched Ke Minghong slam the door and walk out. He picked up the phone and started to have a relationship.
Ke Minghong, who was yelled out by him, was extremely disappointed with Qin Ziran and became extremely anxious about the overall environment.
He suddenly remembered what Hua Mi said. She said that she provided medical supplies for the garrison supply warehouse, and she knew nothing about the fact that medical supplies could not enter the city.
Ke Minghong hurriedly walked out of the emergency area and said to the nurse standing at the door,
"You, yes, hurry up and turn all the air conditioners in the emergency area to dehumidification. Listen to me. I'll go out."
He opened his umbrella, took two hurried steps outside, then turned back to the little nurse and said,
"Tell everyone, that manager Qin, Fang Xin, and Dai Fang, treat everything they say as farts, and ignore them all. If they make a fuss, they'll give me a job."
After saying that, Ke Minghong was about to leave again, and then he seemed to remember something and turned around to tell the nurse, Chinese website
"Wear a respirator and organize the injured to do cardiopulmonary exercise."
Finally, Ke Minghong completed his explanation, and quickly left the emergency area and ran to Hua Mi's RV while the little nurse kept nodding.
When he found Hua Mi, Ke Minghong didn't say a word, but gave Hua Mi that kind and amiable smile.
Hua Mi shook the raincoat in her hand and ignored him.
"Miss Hua, Xiaohua, I was wrong before."
Ke Minghong stretched out his hand to help Hua Mi fold his raincoat and bring it with him
A pair of eyes appeared on the face wearing a respirator, looking particularly flattering.
"I shouldn't have listened to Qin Ziran's words and underestimated your situation, Miss Hua."
"No, for someone as big as you, please don't use honorifics to me. It sounds like you, your hair. I don't know what you want to do."
Hua Mi turned around with a stack of raincoats and placed them on the rack outside the RV.
Ke Minghong hurriedly came to help and said with a shy smile:
"I was wrong. Miss Hua, you have a big plan, so don't get angry with uncle. Let's just say, since you can provide supplies to the Garrison Supplies Department, how much of this stuff can you get?"
He pointed to the respirator on his face. This thing was urgently needed now.
I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but as soon as he took off the respirator on his face, he felt difficulty breathing, but as soon as he put it on, he felt that he could breathe smoothly.
And the filtered air is very fresh, making you feel like you are in an oxygen bar.
Don't ask him why he feels so clearly, because his upper and lower respiratory tracts are sensitive!
That's why he was not a doctor since he was a child.
Hua Mi sneered,
"Respirators? Oh~ I still have hundreds of thousands of them, what's wrong? Aren't you saying that I'm using the garrison supplies for personal gain? You want to buy the respirator in my hand? Then aren't you helping me for personal gain? "
"Hey, uncle, that's nonsense. I apologize. Hahaha, Xiaohua, this is all my uncle's life savings, totaling more than one million. See how many respirators I can buy!"
Ke Minghong took out a bank card and stuffed it into Hua Mi's hand.
Hua Mi's bright face froze, and her cold heart felt as if a big hole had been punched out by this bad old man, and astringent water was gushing out.
She looked down at the bank card in her hand, frowned and asked:
"Why did you buy so many respirators?"
"Uncle suspects that there is something wrong with the air. There is no specific test, so it's hard to say."
Ke Minghong paused and then said,
"You see, our emergency department and your garrison supplies department are stuck here just for hundreds of thousands. It is really difficult to deal with it. It is just a matter of money. I don't know why it is like this."
Anyway, Ke Minghong couldn't understand Qin Ziran. It was only a few hundred thousand. There were tens of thousands of seriously injured patients in an emergency area, and a total of only a few hundred thousand of medical supplies were borrowed from the garrison supplies department.
Is that a lot?
But Qin Ziran said it needed to be verified, and kept verifying, endlessly.
I don’t know when the verification will be completed.
Ke Minghong felt that he would not, really, kill tens of thousands of people for so many hundreds of thousands. He felt heartbroken.
Therefore, the management did not sign to pay the bill, and Ke Minghong used his own money to buy it.
You can't just watch those seriously injured patients die in front of you.
"Pooh!"
Hua Mi's throat was so blocked that she stuffed the bank card back into Ke Minghong's hand.
"Who wants your money? Take it back!!!"
"If you want my respirator, you can just exchange it for all the medical supplies outside your city."
