There are far fewer people on the streets at night, and many restaurants, shops, etc. are already preparing to close their doors.
However, in the place where there were not many people in the past, now a group of people gathered to watch the excitement because of the noise.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know. It seems like the medical center is chasing people away."
"What's so interesting about that? Really."
Evicting people from hospitals is not a new thing.
If you stay in a medical center for a day and drink the decoction for a day, you will have to pay a day's fee. This is of course a matter of course.
We can always see people spending money in medical clinics, and then being kicked out of the medical clinic after all the money is spent. Such a loss of both people and money is a sight that can always be seen in front of the medical clinic.
Today is no exception.
"Doctor, can't we really extend it for two more days?"
The person standing at the door of the medical center, grabbing the sleeves of the medical staff and asking questions repeatedly, was Da Bian.
The doctor he caught and questioned was just a small worker in the medical clinic. He opened his big hand with an impatient look: "How can there be such delay? According to the rules, it is done once a day. This is already It’s the third day, if everyone were like you, would this hospital still be open?”
Da Bian gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Don't you write that the hanging pot helps the world?"
"Yeah, I didn't write about free hanging pots to help the world!"
The worker rolled his eyes at Da Bian. Da Bian was about to say something when a voice came from behind him.
"Forget it, brother."
The person speaking was three sides behind him. He was sitting on the stone steps in front of the medical center. There was a wooden stretcher guarding his feet. It was a simple stretcher made of two palm bamboo poles threaded through a piece of oilcloth. .
Erbian was lying on this simple "stretcher" with a gloomy face, supporting himself with his hands and trying to sit up as hard as he could. However, he tried many times, but in the end he still didn't have the strength, so he gritted his teeth unwillingly and propped himself up with his elbows to lie down halfway.
"Brother, it's okay. It's almost healed. Just keep it for another two days. There's no need to spend this wasted money."
The voice on the second side was very weak, and the third brother behind him quickly squatted down and held his shoulders, signaling him to speak less.
"Let's go back... to the work shed." The other person showed an ugly smile.
His right leg has been bandaged, and the stains of blood and potion have stained the originally white bandage into red and yellow patches.
The worker on the steps glanced at his ear and curled his lips inadvertently. He still remembered that this patient needed to take more hematopoietic and fever-reducing medicinal decoction to stabilize him, otherwise he would suffer from deep inflammation and infection of the wound and end up with a high fever. Retired.
But what does this have to do with him?
"Release your hands."
The boy opened the hand holding the sleeve with a snap, raised his hand and swept the sleeve: "Go somewhere else quickly, there are so many people coming and going at this door, what does it look like!"
"you……"
Da Bian was so angry that he couldn't speak. Xiao Gong turned his head and waved his hands proudly, raised his legs and returned to the medical center.
"Brother, take the second brother back first."
Sanbian said helplessly, Dabian spat towards the door of the hospital, turned around angrily, tightened the rag ropes at both ends of the stretcher and tied it to his shoulders, grabbed the stretcher with both hands: "Sanbian, get up!"
"rise!"
The two of them reluctantly lifted the stretcher, and they lay on it and smiled bitterly: "Brother, I'm really looking for trouble for you, I..."
"Stop talking!"
Da Bian said in a muffled voice: "Come back to the work shed with us and lie down and have a rest. Even if there is no doctor, there is always a wall to block the wind. I will make more fires for you when you get back. It will keep you warm, damn..."
After hearing what he said, both of them just smiled bitterly and looked up at the sky: "Did I spend a lot of money on them in the medical clinic these days? When I can stand up, I will definitely work more to make up for it... …”
"Will be fine."
Sanbian was holding the other end of the stretcher from behind and said in a low voice.
After all, people carrying stretchers are not something you see every day on the street. Besides, it was already getting late. They actually had to go to the construction site in the dark. Passers-by along the way couldn't help but look up and glance at them. Bian felt a little unhappy and was about to curse when suddenly he was startled and narrowed his eyes to look ahead.
"Sanbian, who do you think that is?"
He was a little unsure. When he heard the words, he turned his head and looked out, and suddenly felt happy:
"That's Brother Xiaoyang!"
"Really?!"
The two sides couldn't see each other, so they could only lie on the stretcher and look at the night sky: "Someone is coming? Who is it?"
"Our captain in the work team has many tricks!"
Sanbian opened his voice excitedly: "Brother Xiaoyang! Brother Xiaoyang!"
It was Han Dongwen who came over after a long journey. He heard the voices from three sides and immediately quickened his pace and ran over.
Jack Guo and Yang Aoli looked at each other, nodded slightly, and followed Han Dongwen forward like sticky candy.
"Da Bian, I heard that you..."
"Harmful, isn't it?"
Dabian made a grimace, and used his mouth to push towards Erbian behind him: "The situation on the construction site these past two days, the hospital kicked us out without saying a word, so we had to take him back to the work shed to lie down. Damn..."
Han Dongwen looked at the situation on both sides and frowned:
"Can you go over and hand over the money now? I still have some money left."
Da Bian showed a bitter expression: "Thank you very much, Brother Yang, but I'm afraid it won't work... There are people queuing up to get into the medical center, and the people behind them also give their hard-earned money to After leaving the hospital, if I go back again, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait in line for several days before I can stay.”
How many days?
The two sides can't wait for a few days.
Han Dongwen gritted his teeth: "What are your plans now?"
"What else can we do? Let's take him back to the work shed now. At least there is a place that can protect him from the wind and rain."
Da Bian sighed, and then said: "Brother Xiaoyang, you don't know something. In fact, apart from Er Bian, there are already many contractors who have been injured in their previous jobs. They can't afford to live in a hospital and live in work sheds, especially some time ago. There is so much work to do in mountain exploration, and now the construction site is..."
Seeing that he was about to spill the beans, Han Dongwen quickly interrupted him: "It's okay to go back, but I'm afraid it's not possible to go back to the work shed. I think the leg trauma of the two brothers is serious. There is air leakage from the southeast to the northwest in the work shed. If it happens again, There is wind-cold inflammation, this..."
He didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but from the perspective of modern medicine, this level of trauma can be major or minor. If he does not receive effective care and is exposed to a poor environment, he may even suffer from inflammation, necrosis and amputation. possible!
"Find some cloth to mend, you can still..."
Da Bian's voice became quieter as he spoke. Han Dongwen thought for a while and clapped his hands:
"Take it to Yihong Tower!"
Yihonglou?
Da Bian blinked blankly, and the three people behind him reacted first, and said excitedly: "Brother, the floors below have been painted and are habitable. The paint was done by Uncle Kun, Lao Zhangtou and the others. But it’s protected from the wind!”
"this……"
Da Bian became a little excited: "Is this really possible? We..."
"able!"
Han Dongwen said categorically: "I am the captain of the work team, and I have the final say on this matter. Those people you just mentioned living in the work sheds should be taken to Yihong Building to live there first!"
The remaining work on the Yihong Building construction site is the decoration of some flying platforms and sculpture galleries. The main body has been built, and the conditions are not comparable to that of the work shed.
"Thank you, thank you Brother Xiaoyang!"
The voices on the three sides trembled a little, and Han Dongwen patted his shoulder: "Don't thank me yet. Take your second brother back quickly. I'll find a doctor for you."
"good!"
Dabian and Sanbian nodded repeatedly as if they suddenly aroused their energy.
"We've never met before, so I'd like to thank Brother Xiaoyang in advance." The two of them said weakly while lying on the stretcher.
"Go back quickly and stop talking."
The two of them hurriedly carried the stretcher and walked away. Han Dongwen stood there and touched his chin in thought.
"Oli, this is what I said, Gu is a kind man."
Jack Guo and Ollie Yang stood behind Han Dongwen, commenting like spectators.
"But, Gu, where are you going to find a doctor for them? Why are you so concerned about these Simeng people?"
Yang Aoli asked him.
Han Dongwen narrowed his eyes, turned around and looked at the two of them with a sly smile: "Doctor, it's where we are going next."
"Where else are you going?" Jack Guo frowned: "I told you that we would gather at the chapel soon."
"good."
Han Dongwen snapped his fingers: "The doctor is in the chapel."
Want to cause destruction?
Yihonglou now invites you to enter the urn.
So, what’s the problem with doing labor before entering the urn?
Memorize 114 Chinese words in 1 second:
