"How to prove it?" Putina asked obviously interested.
"Call that person over and I'll help him treat it. I guarantee it will be effective immediately."
At this time, the two of them happened to walk to the door of a department. Zhang Yang took a look inside and saw that the patients inside were all lame patients with their arms hanging up. He understood that this was the Department of Traumatology and Orthopedics.
And bone setting is also the method that best reflects your medical skills. As long as the bone setting is successful, everyone will see the effect immediately, so he pointed to a patient being supported.
"Really?"
Putina looked confused, paused for a moment and then continued: "Okay, I'll call him over, but if you can't cure him, be careful they will beat you."
She didn't mean to threaten. In such a poor country, fights are common and she has long been accustomed to them.
Of course, she won't worry about Zhang Yang. After all, in Liberia, the only way to prove that he is a man is to use force to solve problems.
Stealing women, grabbing food...
When the people of a country are hungry and cold, the legal system becomes a decoration.
After Putina finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the department, patted the man on the shoulder, and chirped a bird song that Zhang Yang couldn't understand.
The man was in his twenties, with dark skin and thick lips. He glanced at Zhang Yang from time to time with confusion on his face.
After a moment, he turned around with the help of the two people next to him, and walked towards Zhang Yang with Putina. Behind him, everyone in the department followed, including the black doctor inside.
Zhang Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, wondering if this girl's bragging was too outrageous to make these people so curious?
"His name is Morad, and I persuaded him to come over." Putina looked proud, tilting her head and continued: "But they have a condition."
"What conditions?" Zhang Yang asked casually.
"If you can't heal him immediately, he will break your legs and become what he is now."
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Zhang Yang was completely speechless, wondering what the hell the conditions were, and he could treat him for free, yet he could still be so domineering?
But it doesn't matter, anyway, I have already become very proficient in bone-setting skills, and with the help of Nine Yang True Fire, there will be no problem in returning him to normal in ten minutes.
Morad walked up to him with the support of two companions and looked at him with burning eyes.
His eyes were full of aggression, like a lone wolf shining with wild light, which made Zhang Yang very uncomfortable.
However, since he was treating a disease, and he took the initiative to ask Putina to call him over, there was no need to care about this. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang bent down and lifted up his trouser legs to check the injury.
The leg injury was not particularly serious. It was probably an accidental sprain or fall. The redness and swelling looked very scary.
ah……
As soon as Zhang Yang touched the red and swollen area, Morad immediately let out a scream. I don't know if it was an instinctive reaction, but he kicked him hard in the face.
call!
Damn, I thought he was so fierce, but he turned out to be a coward. Zhang Yang dodged sideways and cursed secretly in his heart.
After standing up, I saw that the faces of the black people around me were full of anger, and they were shouting bird songs that I couldn't understand, but I could understand that it was definitely not a good thing.
Even the doctor in a white coat who came out just now had a look of gloating on his face.
Paired with dark and shiny skin and a white coat, he looks as funny as a clown...
"Will it work or not?"
"Why not? If you can't even bear the pain, are you still a man?" Zhang Yang was annoyed and asked displeasedly.
"They said you deliberately teased him and wanted to teach you a lesson." Putina leaned into his ear and whispered.
It is undeniable that her move was a bit redundant. It was just a habitual whisper. After all, she was speaking Chinese, so how could other black people understand her?
"Fuck, can I hold up after eating enough?" Zhang Yang immediately became furious and cursed.
"Don't curse."
It seems that Putina really knows a lot of Chinese. She can even hear the curse words. She rolled her eyes at him and continued: "What should we do now?"
"What else can I do? The worst I can do is just not treat him." Zhang Yang shrugged his shoulders and asked helplessly.
Although he did it to show off in front of this nigger, he did treat that nigger Morad and relieve his pain.
This is good. Not only is he ungrateful, he actually wronged himself. The best way is to do more than to do less. Isn't it okay if he doesn't cure it?
"Well, okay!" Putina's face flashed with disappointment, she stood up and started to explain to those niggas.
Hearing the exchange between Zhang Yang and He Shuqing in the ward made her full of expectations for Zhang Yang's medical skills, thinking that he might really be a doctor with superb medical skills.
Otherwise, why would he come here with the Chinese Medical Assistance Team?
The poorer the place, the higher the doctor's social status, which made her full of curiosity about the handsome young man in front of her.
Just now, I deliberately stimulated him to show off his medical skills. Seeing that he gave up easily now, mistakenly thinking that he was just bragging and fooling around, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
Zhang Yang couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could clearly see that the expression on the other person's face was obviously reluctant, and Putina started to explain with hands.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked curiously after pulling her behind him.
"They said that you delayed the patient's best treatment time and caused his condition to become serious, so they asked you to compensate for his medical expenses." If Putina is a black girl, her face is black and red at this time, and she is obviously very excited and angry.
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After hearing what she said, Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry. He thought to himself, isn't this just looking for trouble? This is not an emergency, it's just a minor trauma. How could it delay the best treatment time?
"Then tell him that any doctor knows that such a minor trauma will not delay his treatment time at all."
"I'll give it a try." Putina replied helplessly.
After finishing speaking, he turned around and continued to explain to a few niggas. At the same time, he pointed at the doctor behind him. The meaning was obvious, and he told them to just ask the doctor behind him.
The doctor was also a Liberian, so he naturally understood their conversation and took the initiative to push through the crowd and walk to the front.
After communicating with Putina, she turned around helplessly and said to Zhang Yang: "There is no way. The doctor said that the congestion was not serious when he was injured just now. The patient can be cured by massaging it. However, after such a long delay, the condition has deteriorated."
If it gets worse, surgery will be needed.”
Zhang Yang was dumbfounded after hearing this. He thought to himself, what the hell kind of doctor is this? Does he know any medical skills?
However, when I saw the smile on the black doctor's lips that almost reached his cheeks, and his face was full of pride, I immediately understood that this grandson obviously did it on purpose.
It may be that Putina called the patient out in the department just now and said that he would be cured soon, which made him feel embarrassed, so this time it was just revenge in disguise.
Damn it, a doctor’s heart is as dark as his skin...
"Tell them that I don't have money to pay for their medical expenses." The other party's reluctance inspired Zhang Yang's stubbornness and he said directly.
Don't say that you don't have any money now, even if you have money, you won't give it to them...
When I came to Liberia, I felt that it would bring glory to the country. I didn’t expect good food and drink, but I couldn’t allow myself to pay for it, right?
At that time, Feng Yanran also advised herself to just bring less money. After all, the security here is very poor, and she was afraid that if someone found out that she had brought a lot of money, something would happen to her...
"Oh! What should we do?" Putina obviously had no idea.
She could understand that what Zhang Yang said was angry, but was it useful to say angry words when facing so many people on the other side?
After a pause, he reminded with a look of joy on his face: "Hurry up and inform Captain Gu and others, and these people will not dare to make things difficult for you."
Although the peacekeeping soldiers have strict discipline and are not allowed to have disputes with the local people, they have real weapons in their hands, and just standing here is enough to bluff people.
"I'm not going, and I don't want to trouble them." Zhang Yang refused, thinking that it would be too embarrassing to ask others for help.
"You...don't care about you anymore." Putina was anxious.
He stamped his little foot fiercely, turned around and explained to a few foreigners in a nonchalant manner, and looked back at Zhang Yang from time to time, obviously telling them exactly what he said.
After hearing this, several niggas immediately showed angry expressions on their faces, and two of them even waved their fists, as if they were about to come over and beat him down.
"They said that since they don't have money, they have to make your legs look like his." Putina said with a curl of her lips.
At this time, she no longer even worried about pitying Zhang Yang. She just wanted you to show off your skills and save your face. Just don't call for help when you get beaten...
The poorer the place, the more they admire force. Of course, they will also look down on people who care about face and coyness. This is undoubtedly her mentality at this time.
"Okay then! Just tell him that I will treat him and he will be cured in a few minutes."
Zhang Yang was annoyed in his heart, but he suddenly thought that he was in a foreign country, and a direct conflict would discredit China. If he failed to make a good name, he would be escorted back to the country by those soldiers. That would be a big loss.
Impulse is the devil…
It was undeniable that this was the first time that he began to rationally suppress the anger in his heart, and a sly smile appeared on his face.
"Really? Stop bragging. Will someone die?" Putina thought he was afraid, so he said such outrageous words, and she became worried about this poor little man again.
After all, Zhang Yang is thin and thin, and the opponent has a large number of people. The long-term war has allowed them to practice fighting skills. Once they do it, the consequences will be disastrous...
"Don't worry! I promise to cure him." Zhang Yang said very confidently and answered with assurance again.
Putina pursed her thick lips, turned around and continued to explain to the fellow niggas...
After a moment, he turned back and said: "They agreed, but they will give you five minutes. If you can't be cured, they said you will die in an ugly way." (To be continued)