Chapter 4 Citi Clinic
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The Chinese New Year is about to be celebrated in half a month. At this critical moment, no one is too angry about saying something about people being gone. In addition, Xiao Shunzi's family is doing a meat-selling business that is half-closed, so everyone looks down on them on weekdays, and even their customers are disliked.
A strong boy like a calf stood up and asked in a muffled voice: "Who are you? You can see a doctor better than a doctor? Be careful if I beat you up!" He was wearing an old black cloth cotton jacket, and his muscles kept his clothes as if they were smaller.
Chen Zikun looked up and down at the strong boy and took a step forward. The strong boy was not willing to be outdone, but also took a step forward. The two looked at each other fiercely like cockfighting.
The strong boy rolled up his sleeves, and his fists were pinching with a pair of big bowls. Xiao Shunzi heard the movement and came out of the inner room and shouted, "Baoqing, what are you doing?"
"It's not your business, I just want to ask him what the Chinese New Year is doing here!" Bao Qing was still aggressive, but glanced at Xing'er.
Chen Zikun looked at Baoqing's eyes and said slowly: "I have a friend who died of the disease of cuckling. A man who was accustomed torture was so painful. After I died, I cut his belly open and his intestines were rotten and pus. If you want to train me, I will accompany you, but now it is not possible. Life is at stake and you cannot delay it."
Suddenly, the sound of porcelain breaking came from the inner room. Several neighbors hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in, and exclaimed: "Xinger Mother, don't be unable to think about it!"
On the kang in the room, Xing'er's face was as white as paper, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down, and she was trembling with her hands trying to pick up the sharp bowl of stubble on the ground.
"Mom!" A pair of children rushed forward, but when she was about her mother, she lost her strength to speak, just shook her head slightly, her expression was in great pain. Everyone understands what she meant.
The neighbors suddenly realized that Xing'er's mother, who was so hard-working and suffering, actually wanted to die. It shows how sick she is. Although this boy from the outside world is annoying, his words are rough but not rough.
A middle-aged man with gray hair in the neighbor said, "I see what the young man said is reasonable. His aunt couldn't hold on anymore. Otherwise, let's find a Western doctor to take a look?"
The old man with a loud voice also nodded: "It takes at least a few hours to pick up the medicine and boil the medicine. It may not be effective after taking it. Please ask the Western doctor to take it."
"Where can I go to find a Western doctor in the middle of the night? Foreign doctors live in Dongjiaomin Lane and can't even enter. Besides, Western medicine is much more expensive than traditional Chinese medicine. People who have minor illnesses and disasters need more than a dozen big silvers. Who can bear this?" Such a faint sentence came from the crowd, and everyone stopped talking.
Indeed, the medical expenses and medical expenses of Western medicine are more expensive than those of traditional Chinese medicine. Foreign hospitals are places where dignitaries and nobles take care of the doctors. The common people under the imperial city cannot even eat enough food. They usually suffer from minor illnesses and disasters. They really have no choice but to find a doctor. Xing'er's family is so poor that she is still a bastard who cares about drinking and making money. Not to mention that she can't make up enough money for Western medicine, she is even if she has enough money. Who will pay back the money?
Suddenly, Xing'er knelt down on the ground with a pounce, begging with tears in her eyes: "Uncle, uncle, aunt, please save my mother!"
Guo'er also knelt down, twisted her neck and didn't say anything, her eyes turned red.
The neighbors sighed without saying a word, only Baoqing was glaring and rubbing his hands in a hurry, and he was embarrassed to help Xing'er.
"Human life is at stake, so many dry hairs are in charge! How many are counted as mine!" Chen Zikun roared, vanishing all the little selfishness in the hearts of neighbors.
"You can't let Xing'er's mother hurt so much. Go and find a doctor!" The old man with loud voice also shouted. The neighbors agreed with each other without delay. It was a big deal to ask Western doctors. It was necessary for adults to come forward. Everyone recommended that the gray-haired middle-aged man just now came forward. He was a patrolman, familiar with the ground, and recognized where the foreign doctor lived.
"Captain Xue, it's all up to you." Everyone said.
Chief Xue said: "Baoqing, come home and bring my coat and horse lantern, it's so cool."
"Okay, dad." Baoqing quickly went back to the house to get his father's patrol coat and a kerosene lantern.
"Baoqing, Xiao Shunzi, you two come with me." Chief Xue arranged.
Guoer said, "I want to go too!"
Chief Xue said: "Don't go, take care of your mother at home."
Chen Zikun went back to Xiaoshunzi's house and took out his bag and whispered: "Go together!"
"Let's go!" Commander Xue waved his hand and took three young men out of the slums and went straight to Xuanwu Gate. In the cold winter, water drips turned into ice. The ruts on the road were frozen and extremely hard. Four people hurried on the road with no one. Someone in the patrol pavilion in front shouted: "What are you doing!"
"Old Zhang, it's me. My neighbor is sick. Go and invite a doctor." Chief Xue replied calmly.
"Oh, it's Lao Xue, go there." The patrol waved his hand and asked them to go over, but Chen Zikun stopped, stood quietly for a few seconds, turned around and pulled Guoer, who was hiding in the corner of the wall, out.
"Oh, let's go together." Chief Xue softened his heart when he saw Guoer's stubborn eyes.
Dongjiaomin Lane is the ground of foreigners. If you break in at midnight and you might be shot by a foreign soldier, you will never be able to go there. Fortunately, Chief Xue knew that there was an American clinic run by an American in Xuanwu Gate. On weekdays, American doctors were taking a four-wheeled carriage to see a doctor, for foreigners and for Chinese people. If you want to find a Western doctor, it is the best choice to find him.
The five people soon arrived at the entrance of the clinic, and the sound of clamoring the buzz came slowly. It was already the third day of the day. It was the time when people were sleeping the most. Baoqing looked at the big sign "Citi Clinic" hanging on the door, and went up and smashed the door. The north wind whizzed, and the dogs in every household shrank and didn't say anything, and there was no rest in the clinic.
"It's not that I'm going back to Citi's hometown for the New Year." Baoqing knocked for a long time without reacting, and wondered.
"Western people only celebrate Christmas during the Spring Festival. Maybe they are drunk and can't hear it." Xiao Shunzi said.
Everyone turned their attention to Commander Xue. Although he was just a small patrolman, he was a mess in the world, so it was up to him to make a lot of knowledge and make all his ideas.
But Commander Xue was also fooled at this moment. If it were a clinic run by a Chinese, he might have a solution, but he would be afraid of the matters related to foreigners. If it is not done well, it would be a matter of losing his job.
"Breaking the door!" Guoer bent down and picked up a broken brick from the side of the road and was about to greet her.
Chen Zikun reached out to stop Guo'er, took a few steps back and looked at the surrounding situation, suddenly rushed forward two steps, stepped on the wall and went up. He was tall and had long arms. He grabbed the wall and then turned over and passed.
The wall was not very high, and compared to the wall that was overturned when he smashed the kiln outside the pass, he went to latch off the door step by step, and people outside rushed in.
The Citi Clinic rents a Chinese-style courtyard house with three entrances and three rooms. The clinic is set up in a downward room. The owner lives in the main room inside the hanging flower door. In winter, cotton curtains are hung on the house, so it is possible that you cannot hear the sound.
Chen Zikun pointed at Baoqing: "You, please give me a hand."
Baoqing was unambiguous and stepped forward and squatted on the ground, allowing Chen Zikun to step on his shoulders and put on the wall of the second door. The hanging flower door opened. Xunzhang Xue was frightened: "Isn't this the same as a thief?"
Life is at stake, and no one cares about that much. Under Chen Zikun's leadership, he came down to the door of the main room and knocked on the door and shouted: "Doctor saves people, saves people."
The lights lit up in the room, and then a series of fast-paced foreign languages rang. Although everyone could not understand the meaning of the words, they could hear the anger in their tone.
A dazzling flashlight shot over, followed by a "click" sound. Only Chief Xue and Chen Zikun heard it. This was the sound of the six-wheeled pistol pulling the hammer.
"Gentlemen, raise your hands slowly." A sound came from the door of the wing, very authentic Chinese, but there was always a strange smell that could not be described.
Chen Zikun raised his hand first, and everyone looked at him and slowly raised his hand.
The door of the main room opened, and a Westerner in cotton pajamas walked out. Seeing five Chinese people standing in the yard, he was shocked and asked in Chinese instead: "You thieves are really lawless!"
"Doctor, we are not thieves. I am Xue Pingshun from the front door patrol station of the Beijing Police Department. The child's mother was sick. We came to ask you for treatment. After calling outside for a long time, no one responded. The children crawled in when they were anxious. We all admit that they should punish them when they turned around. You have a lot of them, so it's important to help you." At the critical moment, President Xue's eloquence was pretty good. As soon as he winked, Guo'er knelt down and kowtowed violently regardless of the hard cold on the ground.
"Get out, you Boxer thugs!" The foreigner holding a revolver at the door of the wing room roared angrily. Chen Zikun narrowed his eyes. The man had a rough beard, in his forties, tall, like an angry lion. It seemed that if the uninvited guests did not go out immediately, he would pull the trigger of the Colt revolver without hesitation.
Xiao Shunzi and the others were all scared. Foreigners are not good men and women. They get angry and can't even surrender the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager, back then. If they really want to shoot these people who trespassed on the house, they will not die in vain.
Chen Zikun walked towards the gun and walked straight to the foreigners. The two of them had similar magnitudes, just facing each other, with the tip of their nose facing the tip of their nose, and the muzzle pressed against their chests.
"Treat the disease and save people, the doctor is a duty. Now the patient is about to die. I want one word, should you go or not!" Chen Zikun's loud words made Chief Xue Xunzi and Xiao Shunzi secretly complain. Foreigners have a bad temper, so they can do it. This way, they will only mess up the matter.
But the foreigner was not angry, but closed the pistol hammer and asked, "The cost of my visit is very high. Can you afford it?"
Chen Zikun patted the bag on his shoulder: "Give as much as you want!"
"Very good, I have another question. Why do you think I am a doctor, not that gentleman?" asked the foreigner.
"Although you live in the wing room, the phone line is pulled into this room, so you are the owner of the clinic." Chen Zikun said.
Another gentle foreigner at the door of the room listened to their conversation with interest, shrugged his shoulders and said in English: "Shawn, don't you think this matter is interesting, enough to relieve the boring time of the long winter night."
The foreigner called Sean smiled and said, "Reginard, if you feel bored, you can go with me."
Chapter completed!