The bearded man's face turned blue from the cold, and his nose was dripping with mucus. He raised his hand and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his dirty and torn cotton coat, and said tremblingly: "My uncle is sick, and we have no money...
”.
Perhaps it was Zhou Wen's kind and cheerful attitude that infected him, but the man's voice became choked with sobs after he finished speaking.
When Zhou Wen heard that someone was sick, he quickly squatted down to check on the motionless person. He pulled back the tattered quilt that smelled of rancid smell. He saw that the person was shaking slightly, but his breath was already a little weak. He also heard from that person.
There was a rotten smell on his body, and I immediately knew that this person had injuries, and they might even be suppurating.
Zhou Wen stretched out his hand to open the man's eyelids, looked at the man's pulse, then pressed a hand on his chest, and the Prajna Qi slowly entered, and soon the shaking on the man's body weakened.
Quite a bit, although the breathing is still weak, it is much smoother than before.
Zhou Wen knew that Prajna Qi could only save emergencies, but it could not save lives. No matter how the person was injured today, he could not ignore his death if he encountered him. He immediately shouted at the hospital door: "Who is on duty? Open the door quickly.
, I am Zhou Wen."
The porter of the hospital had been awakened by the movement outside the door. When he heard that his employer was coming, he quickly got up and dressed and ran out. He opened the iron door with a big breath and Zhou Wen said to the porter: "
Hurry up and call the doctor on duty. This man is injured and may need surgery soon."
The concierge responded and ran towards the hospital. Zhou Wen looked back at the bearded man and said, "Do you still have the energy? Can you pick up your uncle?"
When the bearded man heard the sound, he got up with a grunt, stretched out his hand and gently picked up his uncle. However, he was agitated by the cold wind and sneezed several times, causing his nose and saliva to splash. However, Zhou Wen didn't pay attention.
The figure of this bearded man was startled. Just now, the man was lying curled up and you couldn’t tell. Now when he stood up, he looked like he was at least 1.9 meters tall. He was comparable to Iron Bull, even though he was slim.
, but he has a big frame, and when he puts in the meat, he becomes a burly man.
It wasn't that Zhou Wen couldn't hold the patient, nor was it too dirty or smelly, but his right hand never left the man's chest. He could see that the man had been suffering from injuries for a long time and his life was on the line.
, the prajna energy cannot be cut off.
Zhou Wen signaled the tall man to hug his uncle and ran towards the hospital building. When he arrived at the door, he saw that the doctor on duty had come out, followed by two caregivers carrying a stretcher.
Today's doctor on duty is named Zhang. Like hospitals in later generations, the doctors on duty are usually new or younger, and senior doctors like Henry Sr. and Feng Tianpei usually don't have to work night shifts.
Doctor Zhang greeted Zhou Wen with a smile and asked the big man to put the patient on the stretcher and carry him into the building. However, Zhou Wen never let go of his hand. After introducing the situation to Doctor Zhang, he came
Emergency room on the first floor.
Zhou Wen motioned to the big man to wait outside, followed the stretcher and walked in. Doctor Zhang took a mask and put it on Zhou Wen. Even with the mask on, the smell that hit the patient's nose after his clothes were untied was almost overwhelming.
It made Zhou Wen almost sick, but even so, he did not dare to interrupt the transmission of Prajna Qi.
It's not that Zhou Wen regards himself as the savior. He really has any compassion for the world. He will rescue any patient he sees, as if he doesn't take his precious prajna energy seriously. The main reason is that others are in good spirits today due to happy events, and
It's rare to have free time, so of course I want to help when I encounter him, not to mention that he is still lying in front of his own hospital. This is called a coincidence, and it should be the blessing of these two uncles and nephews.
At this time, he looked at the patient carefully under the bright light, and saw that he also had a dirty beard, sunken eyes, and a sallow complexion. He was about thirty or forty years old. Although his face was stained with dirt, his features were somewhat familiar.
Like...wait...
Zhou Wen immediately wiped his left hand on the man's face, took a closer look, and said in shock: "Commissioner Huang?"
Doctor Zhang immediately asked: "Does Mr. Zhou know this person?"
Zhou Wen nodded with a heavy heart, never expecting that this beggar-like patient was actually Huang Yisheng, the special commissioner of the Northeastern Army more than a year ago, that gentleman-like major general.
Zhou Wen quickly asked: "How is he doing?"
Doctor Zhang said hurriedly: "There was a gunshot wound on the chest. It was an old wound. It didn't heal well and burst. Now it has become severely suppurated. It has also caused other complications and inflammation. My body temperature is very high. I'm afraid my ability is..."
Zhou Wen said loudly: "We must rescue him no matter what, ask someone to call Feng Tianpei, and call a few male caregivers to help clean him, quickly!"
Doctor Zhang knew that the patient might have a close relationship with his employer, so he hurried out to call for help. Zhou Wen no longer took it lightly, and quickly increased the delivery of Prajna Qi. He was now going to use Prajna Qi to hang Huang Yisheng's life, insisting
Until junior brother arrives.
Soon a few male nurses came in, lit the heater in the emergency room, and increased the firewood. After a while, the temperature in the emergency room gradually increased, and someone else came in with a hot water basin, and several people kept removing it.
Second, he stripped Huang Yisheng naked and wiped his body carefully.
These people now know that this person is an acquaintance of the boss, who dares not to serve him attentively.
Zhou Wen looked at Huang Yisheng whose face had been cleaned. After confirming that it was correct, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had nothing to do today.
God is really wise. I just had the leisure to go out and wander around today. I just happened to arrive at the entrance of the beautiful hospital. I just happened to see a figure moving at the dark door. If any of these conditions were missing, maybe Huang Yisheng would become a person tomorrow.
There was a hard corpse. There were not many beggars freezing to death on the streets in Taiyuan City, but they were at least common. Who would investigate who he was?
Zhou Wen was lucky not only because Huang Yisheng helped him successfully trial-produce and mass-produce Type 65 semi-automatic rifles. It can be said that without Huang Yisheng's consent and support, there is no telling whether Zhou Wen and the others would be equipped with the German-made G-31 semi-automatic rifles.
There is also Huang Yisheng's integrity. You must know that someone who can be valued by Zhao Changshu and become a confidant must have something extraordinary about him.
Of course, there is also the guilt Zhou Wen felt after setting up a scheme to plot against others.
Therefore, Zhou Wen felt that it was Lord Buddha who arranged for him to appear in front of Huang Yisheng at a critical moment, and it was also the reason why this military genius who had become so miserable for some reason should not die.
You must know that Huang Yisheng studied in France, and after returning, he practiced in the Shenyang Arsenal for many years, and gradually became a major general officer beside the young marshal who was responsible for military production. He was a rare military talent in China with a profound foundation of knowledge and experience.
