Chapter 292 Nine Sons Coffin (15)

"Brother Jiu, you misunderstood. My arm is a bit special and I don't feel it. It's the same whether I use anesthetics or not. I can't feel the pain." Samba's face looked a little unnatural.

"What's going on? I haven't heard you say it before." I asked in surprise.

He stuttered and said, "I don't know what's going on. When I was seven or eight years old, this hand wouldn't have sensed it. If I hadn't found blood before, I wouldn't have known that this hand was injured."

After stammering, before I could speak, I saw the doctor pinch the stammer's arm and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Stammer shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt!"

"Young man, the meridians in your arm are damaged and you lose your sense of touch. If you continue for a long time, you may not only lose your sense of touch, but may lose your ability to move. Our small hospital can only sew the wounds for you. To treat the meridians inside, it is best to go to Changsha Neurology Hospital." The doctor shook his head and said.

Loss of ability to move? I was stunned when I heard these words. What happened? I asked the doctor if it was caused by a knife injury? He told me that the stuttering should have been caused by an injury when I was a child, which caused the current situation. It is best to receive treatment within one year.

"Brother Jiu, don't listen to the doctor's nonsense. More than ten years have passed. This arm is just like a normal arm except for being unconscious." Samba comforted me with a look of depression.

I nodded and didn't say anything, but I thought of Yang Yan, a doctor in my heart. He seemed to be the director of the provincial neurology department. Isn't our provincial capital Changsha? Could it be... the hospital the doctor is talking about is Yang Yan's hospital?

Thinking of this, I asked the doctor to bandage the wound on stuttering, and I walked out the door, took out my cell phone and called Yang Yan.

I stared at him for a while and said, "Doctor, we are here for the funeral of the old hero. It's still unclear who the funeral falls on. You'd better tell me how much it costs and I'll pay the fee."

"What's the problem?" said Yang Yan.

I nodded and asked him how much it would cost to treat a knife injury. He gave up and took out 3 yuan and 50 cents from his pocket, saying, "This is your registration fee and card opening fee just now."

I felt relieved and I quickly left the hospital with my stutter. Since the stutter had just been stitched, my steps were a little slow, so I walked for about half an hour.

After hearing this, he was silent for a while and said, "Brother Jiu, the nerves of the human body are too complicated and I didn't see the patient. Some things are hard to say. Let's do this. I'll go to Dongxing Town on the weekend and bring your friend for me to see."

I put out the cigarette butts and walked in, I saw that Samba had a thick layer of white gauze wrapped in his hand, and some blood stains were vaguely exposed.

He gave up and said, "As long as you come for funerals, our hospital cannot collect money from you. This is our hospital's respect for the heroes of the Japanese, and it is also the respect for the old heroes of our Huangshui Town."

"What are you doing in Quyang?" Yang Yan asked in confusion.

"Changmao, ask you a question!" I was stunned for a moment and asked straight to the point.

I was about to refuse, but he said first: "Don't get me wrong, it's not about your face, but out of respect for the old hero. I hope you understand."

After leaving the infirmary, we did not stop in the hospital for too long and walked over to the gate.

When I arrived at the gate, I was a little nervous and looked to the left. It was empty. The three men in black were gone. I guess they had lost their patience and had left.

In just a few seconds, the phone went through. Before I could speak, Yang Yan's cheerful voice came from the phone, "Brother Jiu, are you missing the Eight Immortals who understand medical skills?"

"I'm in Quyang, and I may not be able to go back on weekends!" I said.

I quit, hung up the phone, but didn't go in, leaning against the wall. The stuttering arm should be an old disease. I wonder if Yang Yan is sure to cure it. If it is not cured, his hand may be ruined.

I thanked the doctor and asked him how he was. He said, "As long as there is no gravity during this period, there will be no problem with the knife injury. However, for the perceptual problem of the arm, I suggest you treat it as soon as possible!"

I didn't accept the money and looked at him in confusion. He smiled and said, "I said that if our hospital does not accept your money, it will not be cancelled. Even if it is only 3.5 yuan, our hospital will never accept it."

Stammer is the only man in his family. If he has a problem with his hands, the family will lose its financial income. How will the mother and son live in the future? You must not let the stammer have problems with the arm.

After hearing what he said, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I thanked him again, and then helped him stutter out of the infirmary.

After staying at the door for more than ten minutes, I felt very upset. I ignored the rules that I was not allowed to smoke when I went to the hospital, so I smoked three cigarettes in a row until the doctor's voice came from the infirmary, "Okay!"

After thinking for a while, my desire for money is getting stronger and stronger. As long as I have money, I can't cure it in Changsha. If I can't cure it in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, I can't cure it in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. If I can't cure it in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, I will go to those countries with developed medicine until my stuttering arms are cured.

After touching the only one thousand yuan left in my pocket, I know that all this is just fantasy. If you want to change the fantasy to reality, you must work hard to make money. In our eight immortals industry, if you want to make money quickly, there is only one way to make a name for yourself, hold funerals and carry coffins for those nobles.

"My friend was injured when he was a child, and his whole arm was unconscious. Is there any way to cure it?" I told him about the stuttering situation.

"Something is wrong. When I go back, I will take my friend to Changsha to find you. What do you think?" I hesitated for a while and said.

"Okay, remember to call me in advance, the faster the better. Recently, I may have to go to the United States for a month to train. Try to come before I go abroad." Yang Yan said.

As he was about to reach the agreed place, he stuttered and pointed at a short distance, saying, "Brother Jiu, look over there."

I was stunned. Looking along the place where he pointed, the snowflakes on the ground were very white, without any flaws. What surprised me was that the place where I was stuttering had a lot of blood on it, bright red and particularly dazzling.

Where did the blood stains come from?

In an instant, my whole heart suffocated. I was injured before, but we didn't go that way. The blood on his body could not fall to that position. Now, blood stains appeared in that place. Could it be...?

I screamed that it was not good, and I didn't care about stuttering. I rushed into the half-built house. While running, I shouted loudly: "Fatty Guo, Fatty Guo."

The voice was like a rock sinking into the sea, and there was no response. A hint of uneasiness rose in my heart, and my steps were faster. When I came to the room, I saw that there was no one, Made, where did Fatty Guo go?
Chapter completed!