Chapter 5 Night Clinic Surgery ()

A false alarm, the foreigner actually agreed to go to the hospital.

Chief Xue felt that his underwear was covered in cold sweat. This bold foreigner boy really had a good temper. He spoke at the gun without blinking. He wanted to change himself and knelt down and beg for mercy.

Baoqing Xiaoshun looked at each other, and was filled with admiration, and Guoer even burst into tears.

The two foreigners changed their woolen coats and leather hats and came out. Sean briefly asked about the patient's condition and prepared a medical box. Reginald took out his pocket watch and said, "It's so late, it's too late to call a car. Who will help us call a rickshaw in?"

Commander Xue secretly complained that at this hour and the weather, even the driver of Lawan'er had stopped. Where can I get to find a rickshaw? Just when he had no choice, Sean said, "I have a chartered car here, but no one can pull it."

"I'll do it!" Baoqing finally found a chance to stand out and raised his hand high.

Pull the rickshaw out of the downward room and ask two foreigners to get on the car. The group ran along the empty road. Xiao Shunzi and Guoer ran in the front with lanterns. Baoqing pulled the rickshaw closely behind him. Commander Xue and Chen Zikun ran with fog on their heads. On the way, they met two groups of patrolmen. Seeing that it was a foreign doctor coming to the hospital, they dared not stop him. They came to the slums unobstructed.

The two foreigners obviously had insufficient harsh environments in the slums and the living conditions of the lower-class society in China. They bent their bodies and covered their noses with their hands wearing sheepskin gloves. They entered the patient's room and drove all the neighbors watching out, "Everyone goes out, the patient needs fresh air!"

Seeing two high-nose foreigners coming in, Xing'er was so excited that she burst into tears. She lay in her coma and said, "Mom, brother and others have invited the foreign doctor, you are saved."

"Save it, there is something." The neighbors whispered happily.

After a brief diagnosis, Sean confirmed that it was acute appendicitis. "The condition is very serious and cannot be delayed for a moment. It is necessary to have surgery immediately." Sean opened the medicine box, which was full of surgical instruments and syringes, etc. He prepared a scalpel, hemostasis forceps, anesthetics, iodine and needlework. Several neighbors and aunts boiled hot water and brought it in.

All the idle people rushed out. Dr. Sean put on a mask, put on a rubber apron for surgery, and applied Gorofang anesthetic to the patient. While he was dizzy, the doctor was about to take the knife.

"Rekind, I need two assistants," said Sean.

"Willing to serve, Dr. Stanley," replied Reginald.

"And you, stay here to help me." Sean pointed at Chen Zikun.

"Me?" Chen Zikun was a little panicked, climbing the wall and catching fire on the room, riding a horse and shooting, and he had no experience in being an assistant to a surgeon.

"I need a bold and careful person who can see that the bullets are not loaded in the nest when facing the gun is certainly the most suitable candidate." Sean said, seeing that Chen Zikun had not moved, he said again: "Do you have a more suitable candidate to recommend?"

Chen Zikun woke up suddenly. No one was suitable except himself. There was no need to mention the neighbors in the slums. Elder Xue Xun was dizzy, Baoqing was reckless, Xiao Shunzi was timid, Xing'er and Guoer were even worse, so there was no reason to let their children watch the doctor open the chest for their mother. It seemed that only outsiders were the most suitable.

"Okay, I'll do it." He washed his hands in hot water and stood beside Sean with the surgical instruments.

The operation went smoothly. Dr. Sean Stanley was an excellent surgeon. His skill in fiddling with a scalpel far exceeded his ability to fiddle with a revolver, and it was no problem to deal with minor surgery such as appendicitis.

An hour later, Dr. Stanley came out of the house, with blood stains on the rubber apron, holding a green pottery basin in his hand, and handed it to Chief Xue who was guarding the door: "No, this thing almost killed the lady."

A bloody and swollen meat strip was thrown into the green pottery basin. Chief Xue Xun was startled and almost threw the basin down. Xing'er rushed up and pulled the doctor's apron and asked, "Doctor, is my mother ready?"

"It's okay for the time being. Be careful to clean and not get infected with the wound. After a week, the stitches of the blade will be removed. The patient will be over-fatigue for a long time and need nutrition and rest to recover. "

The neighbors around the door whispered and exclaimed.

Xing'er and his brother entered the house and saw their mother lying on the kang. Although their faces were pale than before, they had at least gotten rid of the disease and were saved.

"Thank you, the doctor!" Xing'er led her brother to kneel down to the foreigners, but was stopped by Reginald: "No need to do this, it is the doctor's responsibility to treat and save patients."

"You come out." Sean Stanley waved to Chen Zikun, called him to the outer room, took out a document and wrote a few lines.

"The night emergency fee is five yuan, the surgery fee is thirty yuan, and the medicine fee is fifteen yuan, and the total is fifty yuan. Is it cash or a check?"

Chen Zikun put the bag directly on the table. With a bang, the silver seas inside were heard. He took out the oceans and neatly packed them into five piles, one pile of ten pieces. The silver-shining Yuan Datou made people's eyes blurred. The neighbors were shocked. It would cost fifty dollars to treat a doctor. This price was enough for a small family to spend a year!

"For a life, I think fifty dollars is a fair price." Sean Stanley took off his gloves and put silver into his suitcase.

The fifty dollars of foreign money are all Chen Zikun's possessions. Apart from that, he only has a bayonet and a jade pendant, but he feels that the money is worth it!

"Doctor, let's have a cup of tea before leaving." Chief Xue Xun greeted politely. These two cups of tea were made by Gao Fu'er, who he brought from home. Although it was not worth it, it was a pleasure at least.

"Thank you, no need." The doctor and his friend packed up their things and prepared to leave. Sean Stanley took out a business card and handed it to Chen Zikun and said, "If the patient shows signs of infection, you can use this to find me."

"Baoqing, I'll give you two gentlemen." Chief Xue greeted. Baoqing had been waiting outside the door for a long time. The brand new rickshaw was so cute that he couldn't put it down. The shiny steel spokes, the yellow and thin copper horn, the trembling bow, the new rain curtain, the double calcium carbide lamp, the new foot pad, the painter's copper work. If he could get a new rickshaw like this, he would be willing to live for five years.

Hearing the greeting of Chief Xue, Baoqing jumped up and served the two foreigners to get on the car. While pulling the car, he thought to himself that he would recommend himself to go to the clinic to be a coachman to take the monthly bill, but the two foreigners in the car kept muttering, and he didn't dare to interrupt casually.

But he didn't know that these two foreigners were talking about themselves, Chen Zikun, and the poor neighbors of the slums. The current living conditions at the bottom of Chinese society gave them a deep feeling.

"Shawn, your medical skills are still so superb, and you can perform surgery under such harsh conditions." Reginald praised.

"The conditions here are better than field hospitals, at least there is no interference from shells. By the way, the boy has a bit of a Robin Hood. When he asked me whether to go or not, he saw the hilt in his arms. I guess if I said half a word, he would nail me to the wall of the clinic without hesitation." Sean Stanley said enthusiastically, as if he was extremely excited about this exciting experience.

"Oh? It seems you seem to appreciate him very much? Sean."

"Like you, I am very interested in this ancient and mysterious country, but when I came to Beijing from San Francisco, I realized that all the people here were numb, timid and despicable. Today, the spirit of mutual assistance among these poor people made me feel a little excited. That boy allowed me to see a different Chinese. Reginald, or many people who know the lower level, will be helpful to your research."

"Shawn, thank you for your advice. I will consider it seriously, but what I want to study now is not the lower class, but an emperor."

"Oh, Reginald, have you accepted their appointment?"

"Of course, why did I come from Weihaiwei? The Presidential Palace hired me as the English teacher of Emperor Xuantong. The Office of the Internal Affairs gave me the title of walking in the imperial study. I said to myself, Reginald, why not do it? Perhaps this work will be unforgettable for you."

Until the end, Baoqing didn't dare to speak. After arriving at the clinic, he helped the two masters get out of the car and helped put them away. In the end, the gentleman who looked more gentle handed him a five-cent small Yang to express his gratitude. Baoqing was so happy that he knew that even if he pulled Wan'er from Andingmen to Yongdingmen, he couldn't get this number. He hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Lord Yang."

"I'm not called Master Yang, I'm Johnston, you can call me Mr. Zhuang." The man said this, but Baoqing didn't care. Master Yang is Master Yang, and no matter what his surname is, he is a noble foreigner.

On the way back, Baoqing was extremely excited. A new rickshaw costs 100 yuan, and he has already got five cents, one step closer to his dream of rickshaw.

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Early the next morning, Chen Zikun got up from the kang and was about to go to Dong'an Market with Xiao Shunzi to find relatives. When he opened the door, he saw Guo'er squatting at the door with his hands in his sleeves, his face was red with cold and his nose was dragged by clear water.

"Sister! My benefactor is up." Guo'er saw Chen Zikun coming out and shouted loudly at the door of her house.

Xing'er pushed the door out and shyly stepped forward and said, "My benefactor, I've cooked porridge at home and eat it before leaving."

Chen Zikun was not polite at all. He drank two big bowls of white porridge with Xiao Shunzi at Xing'er's house. He wiggled his mouth and said, "Auntie, are you getting better?"

"I took the medicine and fell asleep." Xing'er said, her face flushed for no reason.

"Click, that's fine, I'll leave." Chen Zikun picked up the bedding and rolled it out. Xing'er chased him to the door, leaning against the door frame and trying to speak, watching the tall back gradually fading away.

Chen Zikun and Xiao Shunzi came to No. 3, Jiasi Shisan, Dong'an Market, but this place was not a north-south goods shop, but a store selling tinware. The owner was not Chen, but Zhang.

"You are looking for Manager Chen, he stopped working last year and gave me the shop." Boss Zhang said.

"Then do you know where Manager Chen is getting rich now?" Xiao Shunzi asked for Chen Zikun.

Boss Zhang shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't make a fortune anymore. Manager Chen died of illness three months ago. The coffin was still parked in Biyun Temple. I don't know when it will be sent back to his hometown in Guangdong. Alas, I'll die in a foreign land..."
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