There are two days left until the Spring Festival of 2006.
The Lunar New Year is the New Year. In the past, the Chinese New Year was really full of New Year flavor. From day to night, no matter in the village or in the city, the sound of two firecrackers never stopped. After one house was set off, that house was set off, and people were busy cleaning.
Hygiene is buying new year’s goods, guess what I’m doing?
I'm sawing the windows.
Mr. Qin helped me secretly get some hacksaw blades. I studied it all night and finally found a loophole in the iron window of the hospital.
As long as you use a hacksaw blade to cut off the entire end of the wall, the two iron fences can be completely removed.
If you want to restore the window afterwards, you only need to find a good angle and align the incision. In this way, there will be basically no flaws in the appearance, unless someone has nothing to do and steps on the stool to push hard.
"Wu Feng, open the door. Why did you lock the door in broad daylight?"
"What's wrong, boss?" I opened the door and asked with a smile.
"You said you just stay in the house every day. I don't see you playing cards or watching TV."
"A sneeze!"
After sneezing, I explained: "I've had a cold these past two days and I didn't want to move, so I just lay down in the room."
"Well, you really don't look good. Do you need to go to the infirmary to get some medicine?"
I'd be surprised if my face looks good... I slept for more than an hour last night, and then I woke up from a nightmare.
"No need for leadership, my body recovers quickly, and this minor illness will be over in two days."
He nodded: "Okay, it's no big deal if I come to call you. I was just informed by the superior that a new patient will come tonight. All other places are full, so I plan to put an extra bed in your place."
"no!"
I said anxiously: "Boss, this is a private room!"
I have to saw the windows at night, and suddenly a stranger is moving in. How can I work?
He said displeasedly: "What is your identity? What is your position? You still want to live in a single room every day!"
I'm anxious to say that this is the single room I paid for!
But when the words came to my lips, I didn't dare to say them out. It would do me no harm at all.
So I immediately changed my words with a smile: "No problem, it all depends on the leadership's arrangement."
"Well, okay, that's it."
After they left, I ran to find Mr. Qin.
"Master Qin, you must help me transfer this person! Otherwise, we won't be able to do anything!"
"How's your progress going?"
I thought for a while, frowned and said, "Everything goes well, I can start working as soon as tonight."
"Well...it's not difficult."
The old man looked at me and said: "Whoever lives in the house, just pretend to have a mental illness and take off his pants. You will definitely scare them away."
"This...isn't this bad for my reputation? If word gets out, how can I still mess around, Mr. Qin? Is there no other way?"
He asked me: "Reputation is more important or freedom is more important. Let the other party retreat before the difficulties. This is the simplest and most effective way at the moment."
"Okay, I understand."
As they were talking, suddenly a man hurried over and shouted: "Something happened, Mr. Qin, Lao Xu's illness has relapsed! Go and have a look quickly!"
After hearing this, the old man immediately ran out without saying a word. Although I didn't know who this man named Lao Xu was, I followed him to see him.
As soon as I arrived in ward 409, I heard a man's "heart-rending" screams.
"It hurts so much! Ouch! It hurts so much! Let me go! I can't live anymore!"
When he entered the room, he saw a middle-aged man with a money rat tail and a panic look on his face. He was struggling to hold down an older, thinner, white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man seemed to be enduring some kind of great pain. He was sweating profusely, covering his abdomen with his hands, and his teeth were gritting loudly! He kept shouting: "It hurts so much! Let me die!"
Seeing this, Mr. Qin asked anxiously: "Daowazi! Isn't Lao Zhou's illness already cured? Why is it happening again?"
The man with braided hair also said anxiously: "I don't know what happened! Now it's happening again!"
I asked one of Mr. Qin's men in a low voice, what's wrong with this man? What's wrong with him?
The other person told me in a low voice: "Lao Zhou suffers from stone disease, the kind that hurts people to death."
I thought to myself, what kind of stone disease is so painful?
"Daowazi! Quick! Kill me quickly! I can't stand it anymore!"
The man with braids cried in his voice: "No, Master! I can't do that!"
"Ah! Ah!...Japanese ancestors! I love you so much!"
The old man shouted something, and then he fainted from the pain.
Mr. Qin scolded: "Stop! Daowazi, where are you going!"
The braided man looked murderous and said with a cold face: "Get out of the way! I want to take you to the hospital outside for treatment!"
