The magical thing about the single prescription given by the system is that after the patient takes it, it will be effective immediately.
Li Kuiyong heard the whirring in Wang Li's throat gradually decrease, and within half an hour, it was almost inaudible.
His eyes widened little by little, tears welling up in his eyes.
Men don't shed tears lightly, but they haven't reached the emotional stage yet.
Mrs. Li's chest tightness gradually diminished, and her sallow face became rosy little by little. She felt that she suddenly had strength, and she actually sat up with her hands on the bed board.
Seeing this scene, not to mention Li Kuiyong, Zhang Haiyang, who was standing at the door, was also shocked.
What is a miracle doctor?
That’s it!
A mixture of several 'things' that are hardly medicines can actually cure the old man's decades-old ailments.
This is something that even the veteran experts at Tuanjiehu Hospital are absolutely impossible to do.
This director of the medical department of the steel rolling mill is extraordinary!
"Dayong, am I really fine?" Li Wang breathed freely and touched her chest with her hand, looking in disbelief. "Okay, mother, you are not breathing anymore." Li Kuiyong's mouth was split.
, almost cried.
Over the years, what Li Kuiyong feared most was the coming of night. In the middle of the night, Wang Li felt so uncomfortable that he could not breathe out due to asthma, which made his heart feel like a knife. Sometimes, he couldn't help but secretly swear that as long as his mother's condition could be cured,
Disease, even if it takes his life.
Everything is fine now, and my mother no longer has to suffer from asthma.
At this time, Li Kuiyong suddenly thought of a question and stood up suddenly to look at Li Donglai: "Li, Doctor Li, will my mother's illness never happen again in the future?"
"Follow the prescription I just prescribed, take it once a day, and you will be completely cured in seven days." Li Donglai nodded, straightened his face, and said meaningfully: "My mother's illness is cured, and I, the doctor, have completed my task. Wait a moment
I have something else to do, so I’ll take my leave now.”
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the house.
Li Kuiyong finally felt relieved and shook his fist fiercely.
When he knew it was time to fulfill his promise, he said to Mrs. Li Zhang with a smile on his face: "Mom, Dr. Li still has something to do, I'll see him off."
"Thank you very much, doctor. I'll pay you as much as you need for the consultation." Mrs. Li reached under the head of the bed and said, "If you don't have any money, I still have some money here."
"Yes, I went to the briquette factory yesterday to carry two tons of coal, and the factory paid a lot of money." Li Kuiyong knew that money could not resolve the medical expenses this time.
After helping Mrs. Li lie down, Li Kuiyong left the house.
Li Donglai and Zhang Haiyang were standing in the shade under the big locust tree.
Walking over, Li Kuiyong swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Li, Brother Haiyang, you are big shots, why can't you let the little bastard go?"
"What, you want to regret it?" Zhang Haiyang was furious when he heard this. The scar on his face instantly bloomed, and he strode forward to deal with Li Kuiyong.
But he was stopped by Li Donglai.
He smiled faintly and said: "Brother Kui Yong, we can let the little bastard go this time, but what about next time? You also know the nature of the little bastard. Even if we don't trouble him, something will happen to him sooner or later."
"You are saving him by telling us his whereabouts. After all, we just want to solve the problem, not the little bastard."
Li Kuiyong also knew this truth and prayed: "Doctor Li, then, can you guarantee that the little bastard will live?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. You also know the character of the little bastard. Every time he attacks, he always rushes to kill people. There is no way I can let my brother restrain his hands." Li Donglai saw Li Kuiyong's gloomy expression, thought for a moment, and then
Added: "But don't worry, I'm not interested in getting rid of the little bastard."
Li Kuiyong sighed and nodded slowly: "Then I'd like to thank you first. Two days ago, I met the little bastard in Shichahai. He told me to go to the Grand Theater to watch the ballet."
"Of course, I know that watching ballet is an excuse. How can he understand ballet if he hasn't graduated from elementary school?"
"He just heard that the generals and commanders like that thing, and he wants to beat them in public."
As he said that, he smiled bitterly: "You also know that the little bastard's biggest wish is to make the big brother in the capital suffer."
...
Farewell to Li Kuiyong, Li Donglai and Zhang Haiyang rode their bicycles out of the alley and walked side by side along the street.
"Ocean, what time does the ballet performance at the Coliseum start?"
"Just tomorrow, it is said that all the children in the capital compound are going, and Zhong Yuemin and I are also planning to join in the fun."
Li Donglai held the handle of the car and nodded.
In the capital of this era, ballet, an 'elegant' art, is very eye-catching.
Generals and commanders always think highly of themselves, and they will definitely not miss this opportunity to show their faces.
Zhang Haiyang suddenly slowed down the car and finally stopped with one foot on the ground: "I think the little bastard must be going here to deal with Li Yuanchao."
"Li Yuanchao?" Li Donglai frowned. He didn't like this name.
Zhang Haiyang explained: "We, the big guys in the courtyard, don't have a leader. If there is anyone who can respond to everything at once, it is Li Yuanchao. He has a profound background and is so honest in his work that even Zhong Yuemin and I feel inferior."
What an honest thing to do.
It's just an old silver coin.
As a time traveler, Li Donglai once watched "Blood Romance" and is well aware of Li Yuanchao's nature.
However, there was no conflict between Li Yuanchao and Li Donglai. He just wanted to deal with the little bastard to prevent the little bastard from continuing to hinder the old military cap business.
Too lazy to care.
After bidding farewell to Zhang Haiyang, Li Donglai rode to the police station first, and then to Wang Wuye's courtyard.
The courtyard is still the same as before, with children pushing hoops and playing, and old men and women sitting at stone tables under the shade of trees, chatting and playing chess.
When they saw Li Donglai, they all said hello.
"Dr. Li, my old waist has gotten much better recently. I can walk with strength and no longer feel sore."
"Really? Then you have to continue taking the medicine and you can't secretly throw it away again."
"...Just once, Dr. Li, you will remember it."
"I can't help it. I remember the uncooperative patients too clearly. Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang, you must supervise Mr. Liu carefully in the future."
"Don't worry, since last time, we have watched Old Liu take medicine every day before going to bed."
...
Mr. Wang Wu came out of the house at this time, holding two cans of milk powder in his hand.
"Dong Lai, Erzi got this from the compound."
Li Donglai took it, and despite Wang Wuye's refusal, forced him to give him fifty yuan.
After chatting for a while, Li Donglai looked around: "Where is the second son?"
"He should be at the scrap point right now. Today is the day for auditing the accounts. The second son is going to transfer all the scrap points in the southern suburbs."
After chatting with Erzi, the sky had turned dark.
Li Donglai rode his bicycle back to the courtyard.
As soon as he sat down and took a sip of water from the enamel jar, Ding Qiunan came over mysteriously.
"Brother Donglai, I asked a friend to get something good today. Do you know what it is?"
"What?"
"Tickets for the Grand Theater ballet!" Ding Qiunan was as happy as a child.
Li Donglai stared at the two light blue tickets, his pupils shrinking suddenly.
