Sister Xiaowen and the villagers were all puzzled: What are you listening to?
However, the crowd still fell silent and listened carefully.
An engine roar came faintly from the distance.
After a while, a villager whispered: "It seems like a car is coming."
"Well, it seems there is more than one."
"Come on, let's go out and take a look."
The villagers swarmed out of the yard.
Xiaowen looked at Ye Wudao inexplicably: "Sanwa, what's going on with this sound?"
Ye Wudao: "You'll know if you go out and take a look."
"Yeah." Sister Xiaowen nodded.
Zhao Hu was anxious: "Xiaowen, it's not too late to take the betrothal gift into the house first and then go out to see it."
Sister Xiaowen hesitated and glanced at Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao directly took her hand and walked out.
Zhao Hu bared his teeth angrily: "Asshole, I want to see what tricks you can come up with."
On the mountain road in the distance, a large-scale motorcade was galloping towards this direction.
As they got closer, everyone discovered that most of the convoy were ambulances.
There were several buses following behind.
This made the villagers even more puzzled. What were the ambulances doing here? And there were so many of them here at once!
The roar of the engine made the whole village tremble.
Finally, the ambulance slowly stopped at the door of Lao Zhaotou's house.
The car door opened, and hundreds of people in white coats got out of the car in an orderly manner.
Some villagers recognized this group of people.
"Hey, these are doctors from the city hospital. The one in the lead is the director of the city hospital."
"That's the director of the cardiology department, a doctor of medicine. I used to ask my relatives in the city to help me get in touch with him, so I finally got his number."
"The whole city hospital is here?"
"I'll go, they're not going to move the city hospital to our place."
"Bullshit, we are so poor and backward here, with transportation problems, people would move here because their brains were kicked by a donkey."
The old dean walked out of the crowd and said, "Excuse me, who is Old Zhaotou?"
Lao Zhaotou couldn't help but tremble all over.
He had never seen such a big battle before. When he was called by the other party again, he was so nervous that he almost suffocated and his heart was beating wildly.
"I...I am..." Old Zhaotou's voice trembled violently.
The old director bowed respectfully and said: "Hello, Mr. Zhao, I am the director of our city's People's Hospital."
"Someone has entrusted me to treat you. Please cooperate."
As he spoke, the old dean waved to the person behind him: "Get to work."
The group of people in white coats immediately took action, setting up tents, carrying instruments, and carrying medical materials.
The entire city hospital was literally moved here.
Ye Wudao didn't tell Butler Ye what kind of illness Lao Zhaotou had, so Butler Ye simply asked the Municipal People's Hospital to dispatch all the troops.
The crowd exploded.
Damn it.
Sanjiang People's Hospital, a well-known tertiary-level hospital, worked tirelessly to travel hundreds of kilometers across mountains and rivers to reach this remote and remote area.
Just to treat a poor man like Lao Zhao!
Bullshit, too damn bullshit!
Under the warm invitation of the old dean, Old Zhaotou followed him into a tent with trembling body to diagnose and treat diseases.
He couldn't be happy at all now and was almost scared to death.
Sister Xiaowen gulped and vomited: "What...what's going on? Who entrusted them to treat my father?"
Ye Wudao held Sister Xiaowen's hand: "Sister Xiaowen, calm down, this is just the beginning."
"Below, there are even bigger surprises waiting for you."
Sister Xiaowen's eyes widened: "Sanwa, don't say... you arranged this."
puff!
Zhao Hu on the side couldn't help laughing: "He? Haha, you think so highly of him."
"He's just a bricklayer. If you can invite a doctor from the People's Hospital, I'll show you his shit."