As the shadow queen Yu was on the line, she grinned and covered her belly, but now there is no camera, the cautious thinking of this shadow queen has long been seen through by a group of masters, and this scene cannot be faked anymore.

Everyone smiled ambiguously, no one clicked, why bother to break a woman's trick? Let people lose face without saying that they can't get better.

High cold naturally won't break, why bother to break the trick of a first-line actress? What's more, the ambiguity that is directed at yourself is broken, so why bother to make a woman lose face.

"Okay." Gao Leng looked at the Yuzhi who had his own idea, and said.

Soon I arrived at Shikai Hospital. This is the largest public hospital in this prefecture-level city. It is also called XX First People’s Hospital. But the people still call Qishikai Hospital because it was donated by a French businessman during the War of Resistance. Yes, it was just a public hospital after several changes.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, a doctor in a white coat hurried over, and when Gao Leng got out of the car, he stretched out his hand: "Welcome, welcome, please." Obviously, it was arranged long ago for Gao Leng to come.

Gao Leng glanced at the doctor, and he was a little curious about how old the doctor was. Seeing that his face was about thirty or forty, but his hair was mostly white, he said, "Thank you."

"Doctor, how old are you?" A ground snake on the side was probably also curious, and asked casually.

"Every time I meet a new friend, I will ask me this question. Is it because my hair is gray?" The doctor scratched his head embarrassedly: "I am the director of the surgical operating room. I just turned 30 this year."

"Oh, don't have white hair." It's rare to have white hair at such a young age.

"The people in our department have a lot of white hair." The doctor seemed very tired, took off his glasses and wiped it on his white coat: "Sometimes an operation takes more than ten hours, and it is a life-saver in the hands of death. It’s inevitable that there is a lot of pressure and gray hair."

As he said, he looked at Gao Leng cautiously and with admiration: "Mr. Gao, I have read your report, the carrion case, it is very well written!"

"It should be." Gao Leng smiled lightly: "Not as great as you, angels in white."

"How can we still be angels in white? The relationship between doctors and patients is so tense now that our doctors can't tell." The doctor shook his head and sighed for a long time: "The media is always igniting war, which is not good. "

This is indeed not good. Nowadays, there are more and more self-media, and media that only pursue benefits often exaggerate patients' problems, causing people to criticize doctors. Every business has its own difficulties, and doctors also have their own difficulties. It is true that some doctors accept red envelopes without medical ethics, but this does not mean that all doctors are like this.

For example, there are so many frontline teachers with hard work and hard work, and there are few reports about one or two bad teachers.

this is not good.

What does the media do? The media is guided. How the media guides, what direction the people will go.

For example, this year's Rio Olympics is better than the Olympics four years ago. Even if the athletes of this session did not win the championship or even won the medals, most of the comments would be: hard work, keep working hard!

On the other hand, in the world of flying man Liu Xiang, the media did not lead, and the gimmick went away, which caused great pressure on the athletes.

"I am weak now." Gao Leng stretched out his hand and patted the doctor on the shoulder: "In this way, I set a small goal. In the near future, my media will guide and be able to guide other media to happen correctly. If the patient speaks, he must speak for the doctor."

While talking, a person came in when the elevator door opened. Gao Leng suddenly saw a figure when he opened it. Isn't that Qiu Jian? The man who lost his child all the way to the northwest and met at the shooting scene of Uzhi, why is he in the hospital?

Gao Leng held the elevator and walked out. The sadness of this man looking for his own child left a deep impression on him when he saw it for the first time.

"Chou Jian." The assistant director also saw him, not surprisingly, and followed out: "He is really here to help care for patients and make money."

I saw Qiu Jian walking towards the other end of the corridor holding a large pile of clothes stained with excrement and urine.

"He lost his child, and he has not found it after sending a lot of information on the Internet for a few years. A few days ago, a netizen in the northwest sent a photo that looked like his child. He came to admit his relatives, but it turned out not to be." His voice echoed gently on the ninth floor of the inpatient department of a hospital with no one: "All his money is used to find a child. My wife went crazy because of the loss of the child. As a result, once he walked madly on the road and hit the car. It's dead. My parents and grandson died early in the past four years. Now he is alone, pitiful."

"Why didn't I know such a person?" Uzhi asked.

"Of course you don't know. You are such a big name. He has a good relationship with the underground group. I was also because there was a problem with the machine and the equipment staff could not fix it. He actually volunteered to fix it. Then I knew his . What a pity! He is a top graduate student of Fudan University. It is ruined. No, he still wants to find a child in the northwest for a while, but the money is gone. I have long heard that he has worked several jobs in our crew. One is to help, one is to help people wash clothes in the hospital. I heard that what else is there to help people do? Washing dishes? Anyway, there are several jobs."

"Wait for me." Gao Leng turned his head and nodded to everyone: "I will come as soon as I go."

As he said, he ran quickly and waved his hand: "Brother enemy!"

Qiu Jian was stunned while he was holding his clothes, his footsteps stopped for only a second and he still walked forward without looking back.

"Brother enemy!" Gao Leng speeded up and ran to him, reaching out and patted his shoulder.

Qiu Jian turned his head and saw Gao Leng, and he took a few steps back in surprise: "Dirty...These clothes are very dirty. It's Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao. This, this, these clothes are too stinky." He took another two steps back: "Sorry, the other person I thought I called just now."

Calling him "brother enemy", he hasn't heard people respect him so much in years, so he naturally thinks it is someone else.

"This is my business card, with my personal phone number on it." Gao Leng took out his personal business card, and then took out a check: "I entrust you to do something, and I will pay you first."

Swipe to write fifty thousand, and hand it to him.

"This... so much?" Qiu Jian hesitated, and quickly put his clothes aside and took it over.

"Remuneration." Gao Leng smiled and stretched out his hand: "Just help the Northwest branch to take a five-minute outdoor shot. You can ask the Northwest branch for the equipment, and I will tell him."

"The five-minute location shots don't need so much, Mr. Gao, if you want me to help me a little bit, you lend me the machine and I will shoot it in one day. The money is too much..."

"I do business at this price, and the rest is your reward. Take a good picture. Okay, then I'll go busy." Gao Leng said, turned and left.

Where is this reward, this is obviously Gao Leng thinking of helping him.

A literati, a top student of Fudan University, even if he is down, he has spirit. He can rely on his own skills to find children without begging on the street. He must have a strong self-esteem. If he gives too much, he can definitely detect the cold sympathy, and he will definitely not accept it.

Fifty thousand, enough money for him to find a son in the northwest, and enough for him to recuperate for a few days when he returns to the emperor.

Gao Leng walked to the elevator entrance: "Let's go." He turned his head and glanced at Qiu Jian. Gao Leng's eyes were not only sympathetic, but also sharp in discovering talents.