Yang Bei completely turned into a medicine boy, carrying a medicine box and riding a three-wheeler——
The hospital's income is not very good. Although it is famous in villages and towns, if you go a little further into the city, everyone will go to a big hospital for medical treatment.
This Nanshan Medical Clinic had a glorious past, but now it is almost in decline.
There are two buses in total, and there is no room available for Wang Qiang’s free clinic.
So every time I go out barefoot, I always ride an electric bike.
This time I added Yang Bei and rode an electric three-wheeler.
It's very common in suburban areas.
Yang Bei had no complaints and arrived at Huima Village at around 11 o'clock under the sun.
This village is built on the mountain, and you have to go through a long field road to get in.
When he arrived at the destination, Wang Qiang's bumpy head was a little dizzy, but his eyes were shining with excitement: Yang Bei, Yang Bei, do you think I will let you stay at Nanshan Medical Center and make a living?
Go back today and I'll see how you get fired——
Thinking about it, Wang Qiang asked Yang Bei to park the car under the tree at the entrance of the village and entered a dilapidated yard with familiarity.
It’s not an exaggeration to describe this courtyard as a house with four walls. When a white-haired lady in shabby clothes heard the movement, she got up excitedly and came out: "Is it Miss Chu here?"
Wang Qiang's voice was impatient: "Aunt Zhang, it's not Dr. Chu today, it's me."
"Oh, Doctor Wang."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Aunt Zhang's face, she blinked away, and warmly invited: "Doctor, come on, please come in, and this is you."
"He's the one who set me up."
Wang Qiang said impatiently.
Yang Beichong smiled at his aunt and followed her into the house.
It looked even more dilapidated inside.
The window was cracked and held together with transparent tape, barely able to prevent air leakage.
The walls were covered with newspapers, but the fallen wall coverings were still visible in some places.
This is an old house that must be at least eighty years old. It is very shabby because it has been rarely maintained. In the north corner of the small room, there are many cardboard boxes and plastics piled up, which were collected and sold for money.
It can be seen that this family's life is really difficult.
But the bedside in the other corner was very clean.
Although the mattress was torn and the color had been washed away, it was very clean.
There was a man lying on the bed, looking here blankly.
Wang Qiang walked to the bed and asked, "How is Datou doing this month?"
"I'm still suffering from dementia, but I'm better than last month and I can get out of bed."
Aunt Zhang was so grateful that she shed a few tears and said in a flustered Mandarin: "Thanks to your doctor from Nanshan Medical Center. Doctor Wang, please sit down."
As she said this, she took a bench.
Wang Qiang glanced at the bench and saw that it was not very dirty. He slapped it a few times before sitting down awkwardly.
Aunt Zhang was a little embarrassed: "Doctor Wang, I'm sorry, I've been busy picking up garbage these two days and have no time to wash the bench..."
"It's okay, I'll finish it soon."
Wang Qiang waved his hand impatiently, and Aunt Zhang immediately climbed onto the bed and pulled the big head to the bedside.
The big head kept giggling, and it was obviously inconvenient to move.
While Wang Qiang was checking his pulse, Yang Bei frowned and asked Aunt Zhang: "Is this you——"
"My son, Datou."
Aunt Zhang is a kind-hearted woman with a kind smile on her face.
After asking, I found out that Datou was a normal person ten years ago, but he encountered a car accident when he and his father went to the county town to sell grain.
His father died on the spot, but Datou was lucky enough to be rescued.
However, the injury resulted in mental retardation of the brain and loss of heart and lung function.
After ten years of raising it, it still hasn't healed.
In fact, if it weren't for the free clinic at Nanshan Medical Center, most of them wouldn't have survived the past ten years.
Speaking of this, Aunt Zhang's face showed bitterness: "If the family has money, the money from selling grain is just enough for him to buy medicine. When there is no farm work, I will go out to pick up some plastic and sell it to make a living."
Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.
Yang Bei sighed inwardly and said: "Actually, this disease is not difficult to treat. The heart and lung function need to be improved slowly, but I have a way to deal with mental matters."
"Really?"
Aunt Zhang was shocked.
Wang Qiang in front also turned his head sharply: "Hey, what are you talking about?"
Yang Bei frowned slightly: "Why am I talking nonsense?"
"Haha, if you go to the Provincial Central Hospital to treat Datou's disease, even the most advanced instruments there can't cure it. Can you?"
Wang Qiang shook his head, stood up from the bed and started looking for the medicine box: "Boy, don't think that if you know a few Chinese medicines and their efficacy, you can treat people."
Many beginners of Chinese medicine are like this.
I know that honeysuckle can relieve inflammation, so I use honeysuckle when there is inflammation.
But not knowing what auxiliary drugs should be used for different inflammations and what dosage should be used is not trivial.
After saying that, Wang Qiang suddenly took out a prescription and held it up to show him: "Do you see clearly? Follow this prescription to make the medicine."
Yang Bei looked intently and frowned at just one glance.
The prescription is wrong.
Taking medicine like this will only irritate the injured internal organs.
If it is serious, Datou may die directly.
This family was already unfortunate enough, and Wang Qiang added fuel to the fire——
Yang Bei narrowed his eyes, put away the flash of murderous intent, nodded obediently and went to brew the medicine.
Watching him go shopping for work, Wang Qiang felt the joy of revenge in his heart: Yang Bei, this kid, knows nothing. If you make the medicine according to the prescription he gave, something will happen if you eat it.
In Wang Qiang's prediction, Datou would faint and even vomit blood, causing his condition to worsen. At that time, he would be able to step forward and put all the blame on Yang Bei.
If Yang Bei explains that the prescription was given by Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang will come up with the correct prescription that he had prepared long ago.
Show it to everyone and say: Look, this is the prescription I gave Yang Bei.
General!
Wang Qiang sneered even more in his heart.
Nanshan Medical Clinic values its reputation very much and will never tolerate Yang Bei taking medicines without permission and eating bad patients!
When the time comes, regardless of Yang Bei's background or whether you are friends with Chu Yuelian, you won't be able to stay any longer.
Wang Qiang's eyes gleamed when he thought of this, and he quickly supported his big head and drank it.
Datou found it bitter and struggled not to drink.
It was Aunt Zhang who persuaded Datou to drink the Chinese medicine. After that, Yang Bei reminded: "Auntie, go find a plastic bag."
"ah?"
Aunt Zhang was stunned for a moment, but still obediently found a plastic bag. Datou was suddenly startled, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of smelly blood.
Wow!
Aunt Zhang was frightened, and her face turned pale with worry: "Son, what's wrong with you!"
Wang Qiang was about to jump out and accuse, but he saw that Da Tou's expression became even worse. He hugged the edge of the bed and vomited heavily. Fortunately, Aunt Zhang held a plastic bag and helped Da Tou cover it.
That posture looked like he was about to vomit out his intestines and stomach.
In Wang Qiang's expectation, this kind of reaction would never happen. He was a little panicked, and even took a few steps back in disgust: Although Wang Qiang himself is not a rich man, his attitude towards the poor is not the same.
good.
From the moment he came in, he had always been disgusted with this dirty house.
He even cruelly used Datou's illness to retaliate against Yang Bei.
It's like in his eyes: The life of the poor is not life!
Contrived and disgusting.
Yang Bei looked at him with cold eyes, and felt that Wang Qiang was higher than vomit and was disgusting!
At this time, Wang Qiang had already pinched his nose and retreated to the door. He also remembered his purpose: "No, my prescription is normal. Okay, Yang Bei, you must have taken the wrong medicine! You are going to kill Datou."