As a result, after a few blows, the black doctors became obedient and honest, and considered themselves second in the country and first in the China-Serbia Friendship Hospital.

Now that it is better, even a patient with abdominal pain cannot make an accurate judgment, so there is no way to mention subsequent treatment.

Your doctor is not in a hurry, but his patient is, let alone a high-ranking official in the country.

Ministry of Mines, listen, tsk tsk tsk, the people in charge of mining haven’t taken all the gold, diamonds and oil to their own homes? Are you short of money?

What do rich people fear most? Of course they are afraid of death, not to mention they have family history.

"Dr. Chen, hey, Dean Bagri and the patient's family have thought of you as a miracle doctor and want you to help them go over and provide advice. Of course, you can rest assured that Mbeki's family is rich, very rich.

I will never treat you badly."

Chen Qi understood and coughed a few times:

"It's okay to help me as a consultant. Of course, I'm not doing it for money. It's mainly for the friendship between the two peoples. But I have a request. I can leave if I want. I have to take everyone away. Otherwise, I

I won’t leave either.”

Chen Qicai doesn’t want to care about the life and death of these black people.

When I first came to the refugee camp, I was tricked. Now I have to go back together. This is a good opportunity to escape.

Piet became anxious upon hearing this.

"Doctor Chen, you come with me first. Your subordinates can follow tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. This is a big shot at the vice president level. He is so anxious that he fainted on the hospital bed. You..."

"That's your vice president, not our vice president. Why should I be anxious? You'd better go back and ask for instructions quickly. If you hurry up, I can leave in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Piette realized that he was a low-key person and could not convince this famous Chinese doctor, so he hurriedly jumped in the car and rushed to Freetown.

That afternoon, several large trucks arrived at the Makeni refugee camp and picked up Chen Qi and 40 young Chinese doctors.

Captain Viljoen, the person in charge of the refugee camp, did not dare to fart. In fact, during a month in this refugee camp, the captain gave very little help to Chinese doctors.

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Chen Qi didn't bother to say hello to him. He got into his Lamborghini quasi-military vehicle and waved his hand amidst everyone's cheers:

"Let's go back to Freetown and get out of this hellish place!

”

"Long live~~~"

"I can finally leave~~~"

"I'm going to jump into the sea and wash myself for three days and three nights. Oh my god, I've got fleas on my body~~~"

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The young Chinese doctors are very excited. During these days in the refugee camp, there is no water to bathe, and they don’t even have to wash their heads.

I have to eat in secret every day, go to the toilet with several people, and take turns standing guard with an AK47, just for fear of accidentally becoming someone else's meal.

This is not humanitarian aid at all. This is clearly an extreme adventure, the kind where you will die if you are not careful.

So what are you planning?

So now that there was a chance to leave, everyone was excited. They didn't even want a few broken tents, so they packed up the medicine and food, loaded it into the car and left.

On the way back, Piet drove the car and Chen Qi sat in the passenger seat, looking through the patient's information.

"Tsk, this doesn't work. The information is too detailed. There is no CT report, no imaging, just a B-ultrasound. And how many years ago was your black-and-white B-ultrasound? Why can't I see anything clearly?"

Piet chuckled: "Don't say you can't see clearly, even the B-ultrasound doctor can't see clearly, and the results are guessed by himself, so we need you to do it yourself."

What kind of advanced medical equipment can you expect from this poor country in the middle of a war? If you have money, you will buy weapons, or it will go into the pockets of officials.

Chen Qi threw away the medical records, put his hands behind his head, and put his feet on the windshield:

"I can ask you, but you don't want to ask me. How much does it cost for an international double director like me to pay for medical consultations and throwing a knife? If you want me to go to a refugee camp, go to the refugee camp. If you want me to go back to Freetown, then go back to Freetown."

Lidun? If you move, you will come and if you wave, you will go?

I’m afraid you don’t know how powerful a double director of the International Medical Association is, right? Besides, I am a Chinese doctor, not your Dr. Serralila. Why should I listen to their orders? If you want to ask me to do something, then
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