The grumpy Sun Miao looked at the two uninvited guests with a sullen face.
Yesterday, Sun Miao unexpectedly obtained a "golden legend" grade cancer cell sample. Today, Sun Miao hung a free sign and posted a piece of paper on the door of the clinic, saying "Closed this week."
He planned to have a good time on his dark research path that had been stalled for a long time.
Unexpectedly, when he had just carefully prepared the nutrient solution and was about to inject the sample proliferation cells, someone knocked on the door. He was so frightened that his hands trembled and he almost smashed the sampling tube.
He pretended not to hear.
But knocking on the door escalated into banging on the door, and the east wind blew thousands of drums, which threatened to demolish the house, making it impossible for him to calm down and do anything.
Sun Miao went downstairs with the knife in hand and opened the door to take a look.
Hey! The ghost is still there.
Yesterday, the difficult patient with no moral integrity came again, accompanied by a big man with his chest covered in bandages.
"Dr. Sun, I'm sorry to bother you. My friend was injured. If he used the ordinary medicine from the supply and marketing cooperative, it would take him half a month to fully recover. Dr. Sun, I think you have superb medical skills and are both moral and artistic, so I made a special trip to see him.
you."
Ren Zhong's attitude was very sincere, and he looked completely different from the profiteer he looked like when discussing business last night.
The two parties were not considered friends or acquaintances, but the relationship was more or less a transaction that was not humane to outsiders. Sun Miao almost couldn't curse him even if he wanted to.
But the gentle old Sun still did it.
He patted the door and pointed to the big-character poster above, "Are you blind? Didn't you see the four big characters of dragons and phoenixes dancing like clouds and flowing water? Don't you know how to read?"
Ren Zhong looked at the big-character poster.
hiss!
This kindergartener who draws peach charms is crazy about her body.
If the Chinese Calligraphers Association is about to meet him, he will definitely be happy to see him.
Awesome.
The dual negative conditions of the times and studying medicine have buried your talent, Lao Sun. You should be a contemporary literary giant.
Before I took a closer look, Ren Zhong really didn't recognize these four characters, and for a moment he thought they were Taoist evil-suppressing talismans.
Now Ren Zhong squinted his eyes for a long time to identify it, and asked tentatively: "I really can't recognize it. It vaguely looks like a wooden phoenix drinking earth? What's the special meaning?"
Sun Miao: "Here I am... we are closed this week!"
Wen Lei, an honest man, was a little nervous because of Sun Miao's fierce appearance.
He was afraid that he would offend the only doctor in this town and be blacklisted.
The giant man pulled on Ren Zhong's sleeves from behind and said nervously like a little daughter-in-law: "Brother Ren, let's go back first. There must be something wrong with Dr. Sun not opening the door. I told you not to disturb Dr. Sun. That
...I'm sorry, Dr. Sun, let's just..."
Although he had a heavy responsibility, he didn't panic, and ignored Wen Lei's pull, "Dr. Sun, you know it's not easy for us scavengers to make a living. Time is money, and we really can't afford to wait. You said you could just take a day off, but take a week off. That's it."
How can I stand it? Is my thing worth your time to think about it so quickly? Isn’t it just some cancer..."
"Stop! Stop it! Come in! Why don't you let me see you?"
Sun Miao quickly interrupted Ren Zhong's words.
Ren Zhong's eyes lit up.
Element detection!
He grasped a certain pain point of Sun Miao and decisively pursued the victory.
He came forward and looked at Sun Miao with sparkling sincerity in his eyes, "Dr. Sun, this won't cost you much. It's just a minor problem. Compared to my cancer... ahem, it's not worth mentioning at all.
With our cancer... friendship, the bill can be waived, right?"
You are blackmailing!
Sun Miao had a mouthful of old blood clogged in her heart.
"Today is free! But it's only this once! Don't let it go forever! Damn it, if I had known about people like you, I shouldn't have saved you in the first place! I should have just taken your example and let you do it yourself without telling you anything.
Go out and die!"
The anger in his heart.
He hadn't specifically told Ren Zhong to keep it secret before, but he was thinking that the more he emphasized this kind of thing, the easier it would be for others to find out, but he didn't expect it to be noticed.
Hearing this, Ren Zhong laughed and thought to himself, that won't work, you will be saved next time.
Forget it, it’s best not to do it next time.
…
The treatment process is not complicated.
Sun Miao only asked Wen Lei to lie on the iron frame bed, then did a full-body scan, then pulled a robotic arm from the wall, set up the surgical process and medication procedures, and the rest was fully automated.
"Anesthesia, anti-inflammation, catalyze cell division, then stitches, and finally apply a bandage. The basic process is like this. It will take about half an hour, so I won't stay here for too long. You can go on your own after the robotic arm is finished. Treatment
The total fee is...forget it, just write a note for me."
Ren Zhong: "What note? It can't be an IOU, right? No way, right?"
"Rewrite the big-character poster about closing this week and post it on the door for me. Your handwriting is quite regular. Although it has no artistic sense, it is easy to read."
Sun Miao would never admit that her handwriting was ugly.
Ren Zhongyile said, "OK."
He never imagined that after countless years, his calligraphy could be sold for money.
After finishing his work, Sun Miao went upstairs. He didn't know whether he was really too busy or because he really didn't want to sit downstairs and watch Ren Zhong, a wicked patient, sulking.
Wen Lei, who was lying on his back, raised his head and stared at his chest.
The finger-thick robotic arm was flying up and down, like a butterfly piercing a flower.
Sometimes the opening is gently opened and the dead meat inside is taken out, sometimes a tiny needle is extended from it and anti-inflammatory medicine is sprayed evenly.
"Brother Ren, thank you so much for today. With Dr. Sun's medical skills, I will be able to move again in three days at most."
Ren Zhong laughed, "Wen Lei, you're too polite. Zheng Tianke said that your skills are solid. I'm still waiting for you, an authentic mecha warrior, to show me how to get started. Recover well and you'll take me to actual combat training in three days."
"
"Okay! But we can't move in these three days anyway. Although I can't give you a practical demonstration, Brother Ren, I can give you some verbal guidance."
Ren Zhong smiled and said, "Okay."
This was one of the reasons why he enthusiastically came to help Wen Lei heal his injuries.
Wen Lei sighed again, "Fortunately, I only have three days. If I really rested for half a month, I would be in big trouble."
Ren Zhong: "What's the trouble?"
"I can wait for three days. But if it's half a month, it's impossible for the rest of the team to wait for me for so long. I will definitely have to find outside reserves. If others are better than me and everyone is happy to cooperate..."
Wen Lei didn't finish what he said, but Ren Zhong understood what he meant.
He may be eliminated.
When Team Zheng Tian saw Ren Zhong for the first time, they didn't even blink when they abandoned him.
Even though everyone in the team gets along well now and seems to have a deep friendship, the nature of this world is that it cannibalize people.
Those who abuse good people often do not live well.
Zheng Tian can climb from an ordinary deserter to where she is today, so she must not be a ruthless person who is easily bound by so-called emotions.
What's more, Zheng Tian may not be as enthusiastic about other people as she plays.
The rift in the heart caused by being abandoned like a broomstick and exposed in the wilderness is not so easy to heal.
In Ren Zhong's eyes, Zheng Tian's enthusiasm will always have traces of performance.
"It's okay, those are things that didn't happen anyway, don't think about these things. Right?"
Ren Zhong's heart was cold, but his face was smiling.
His coldness was directed at Zheng Tian, but not at Wen Lei.
He still remembered that when he was at his lowest and most desperate, Wen Lei, a seemingly fierce and strong man, once said that he was just an ordinary person but he could fight to kill a level one beast. He was very powerful. It was a pity to die like this.
So Wen Lei was actually the first person to propose rescuing him, but was rejected by that idiot Ou Youning.
When Wen Lei left, there was regret in his eyes, but he had no decision-making power.
Among the entire team, Ren Zhong didn't talk much to Wen Lei, but he actually had the best impression of Wen Lei.
"Yeah, but Brother Ren, you are really awesome. According to previous experience, the treatment fee for this kind of injury requires 10 contribution points, but Dr. Sun is so stingy that he will give us a free bill. Zheng Tian is right, you are really
A big shot."
Ren Zhong laughed, "It's okay, it's okay."
"No, these 10 points are very important!"
"How to say?"
The two communicated for a long time, and only then did Ren Zhong, the man who spent a lot of money to buy a magnetic storm grenade yesterday, truly understood what 10 contribution points meant in an extremely oppressive situation.