662 Free clinic, the doctor does not need too much emotion
Today is the first day of the free clinic. Sun Sixing had prepared the medicines he needed early and checked the medicine box again and again to ensure that there would be no problems.
The doctor sent by the Yun family also arrived at Feng Mansion early. Tong Jue and Tong Yao set up a free clinic stall yesterday and did enough publicity, all in order to cooperate with Feng Qingchen's actions.
Before dawn, the servants of Feng Mansion went out to maintain order and classify the patients according to what Feng Qingchen said: serious, urgent, light, and slow. As soon as Feng Qingchen showed up, the free clinic could begin.
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Seeing that everything was ready and all she needed was the east wind, Feng Qingchen suddenly realized that what she was doing at this moment was different from those officials who were putting on a show.
With the same order, the people below prepared everything, and all she had to do was attend. Perhaps the only difference was that she was not just going through the motions, she was really going to the free clinic.
But even so, the people she can help are extremely limited. The doctor only has one pair of hands. She can save lives, but cannot save fate.
The cost of medical treatment, the difficulty of medical treatment, and the affordability of medical treatment have always been the pain of Chinese medical treatment, and this has not changed since ancient times.
Feng Qingchen sighed and found an excuse for her selfishness. She didn't seem to have a charitable heart, so... don't force yourself, just do whatever you want, she really
If you can't do it, starve yourself to death and save others.
After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, Feng Qingchen took out the thermos cup and asked Tong Jue and Tong Yao to fill two cups of hot water. When he went out, he handed a bottle to Sun Sixing: "The hot water can last for six hours. The doctor needs to do it first."
Take good care of yourself."
"Thank you, Master." Sun Sixing's eyes were bright and his cheeks were flushed. He seemed to be looking forward to today's free clinic. Feng Qingchen glanced at Sun Sixing but did not dampen his enthusiasm.
Anyone who has participated in a free clinic will never want to go there again because they can't bear it.
When you really see those people who are sick but have no money to treat them, you will never be happy that you can cure them. Instead, you think about how many people like them are in the world who are sick and about to die? How many can she save?
Anyone who has attended a free clinic and seen a family brought down by a disease will not have any expectations for a free diagnosis, because...
That picture was too tragic.
Free clinic is a double test of the soul and conscience, and she hates that feeling the most. Every time, it feels like a huge stone is pressing down on her heart. Every time, she has the urge to do whatever it takes just to save the patients in the world, but...
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A person's power is limited. No matter how powerful a doctor is, he can count the number of people he can save in his life. The person who can really save the people is the person in power, the person sitting on the dragon throne. It's a pity...
Before you sit in that position, you may still be concerned about the country and the people, but after you sit in that position, all you can do is fight for and hold on to power. If you don't fight, you are not qualified to sit in that position. As for the life and death of the people,
, and how many people care?
Everything was prepared, except for a small accident when we went out...
Xuan Shaoqi was waiting for him at the door. Judging from the snow on his body, he must have been waiting for a long time. Feng Qingchen said without any surprise: "Young Palace Master, why are you here?"
She didn't kick him out. He could live in Feng Mansion as he pleased, as long as he stopped talking about the unmarried couple.
Xuan Shaoqi was also very cooperative and did not pressure Feng Qingchen about the engagement. Seeing Feng Qingchen carrying the medicine box, he stepped forward to take it: "I will accompany you to the free clinic."
The natural move and the attitude that could not be refused made Feng Qingchen involuntarily let go. When Feng Qingchen discovered it, Xuan Shaoqi had already walked to the carriage carrying the surgery box.
Ahem, Xuan Shaoqi's behavior is too much like a surgical assistant. She doesn't use it in vain. In the past, Sun Sixing carried her medicine box. Today, Sun Sixing has his own medicine box, so...
Feng Qingchen was able to enjoy the family time with peace of mind. Xuan Shaoqi couldn't understand rejection anyway. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, Xuan Shaoqi would do what he wanted.
Xuan Shaoqi helped Feng Qingchen get on the carriage, and when he was about to follow him, Sun Sixing appeared out of nowhere and stepped in quickly: "Master." He squeezed in between the two of them and looked at Xuan Shaoqi.
He smiled apologetically and quickly climbed onto the carriage: "Master, regarding the wind..."
Sun Sixing got into the carriage, as if he had an important question and wanted to ask Feng Qingchen for advice. Xuan Shaoqi touched his nose and followed him silently.
Why did Qingchen's disciple's attitude change so drastically? Yesterday, he planned to accept his meeting gift, but today he actually made trouble. However, he would not take notice of such a child's behavior.
On the carriage, Sun Sixing sat in the middle, dominating Feng Qingchen and not giving Xuan Shaoqi a chance to speak. His entire back was blocked in front of Feng Qingchen, and it was not difficult for Xuan Shaoqi to even take a look.
Feng Qingchen understood Sun Sixing's thoughts and smiled with indulgence. Seeing Sun Sixing telling her about the symptoms he had in winter, she also cooperated and talked...
The two of them were really talking about their illness and had no other thoughts, but these had nothing to do with Xuan Shaoqi.
Xuan Shaoqi had a very good demeanor and did not show any openness to Sun Sixing's obvious defensive actions. When he arrived at the free clinic, Xuan Shaoqi followed Feng Qingchen out of the car with the medicine box in hand.
Tong Jue looked at it without any gesture of being the young palace master, opened her mouth and finally said nothing.
Whether intentionally or not, Tong Jue chose the location of the free clinic at the gate of the city. When Feng Qingchen got off the carriage and saw it, she was stunned.
For her, the entrance to the imperial city was the beginning of all humiliation. Feng Qingchen could not explain how she felt about this place. She only knew that she did not like to use this method to wash away the pain that had been inflicted on her.
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Tong Jue was uneasy all the way, fearing that Feng Qingchen would blame her for taking matters into her own hands. Seeing Feng Qingchen standing motionless beside the carriage, Tong Jue quickly stepped forward to explain.
"Miss, Mr. Su chose the place for this free clinic. The shop where Mr. Su sells porridge is also here. Miss, look... there are already people waiting in line over there."
Tong Jue kept talking more and more, and in the end she lowered her head. Feng Qingchen glanced at Tong Jue silently. She knew that Tong Jue was doing it for her own good, but she shouldn't make her own decisions.
"I don't hope there will be a next time." Giving you the right does not mean letting you dictate my life. Having a Nine Emperors Uncle is enough for her to have a headache. She doesn't want to face a group of lunatics who manipulate her life every day.
"My slave understands." Tong Jue breathed a sigh of relief. The young lady said this to show that she was not angry.
Behind them, Xuan Shaoqi and Sun Sixing were both understanding people. They didn't say anything and only left it to Feng Qingchen to make the decision. Seeing that Feng Qingchen didn't lose his temper, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
At the gate of this city, they all knew what Feng Qingchen had experienced. Uncle Nine Emperors had taken Feng Qingchen away through this gate in a high-profile manner time and time again. Now... let Feng Qingchen finish the final work by himself.
One stroke, to wash away the humiliation brought to her at the gate of this city!
Feng Qingchen could hear the victims shouting from a distance: "What a good man, with a heart like a Bodhisattva. These porridge and chopsticks won't fall over even if you stand them up. They are much better than the clear water distributed by the government."
"With porridge and steamed buns, we won't starve to death, we won't starve to death."
"These are the real good people. Those people are so kind. They only give out a few bowls of water every time they give out porridge."
"Bah, what the government distributes is for human consumption. It smells so bad that it can be used as a mirror."
"I wonder which gentleman is so kind as to come up with such thick porridge. Now we are saved, we are saved."
"I don't know. I saw that the person delivering the porridge was from Su's shop, but they said it wasn't Mr. Su. Their master was also entrusted by others."
"Good people, great good people. Look, God, there are still good people in this world. They don't even mention their names when they give out porridge."
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The closer we got, the louder the comments became. They all said that the person giving out the porridge was a good person and that good people will be rewarded. The scene of giving out porridge was also very lively.
Everything went smoothly, and the victims had happy smiles on their faces.
The people of China have always been a group of the simplest and most honest people. If the officials give them a little, they will treat each other as the masters of the sky. As long as the officials return the original fairness to them, they will believe that you are fair.
The great upright official.
They have always wanted very little, that is, enough food, warm clothing, and less exploitation. But for such a small request, they have been cruelly exploited by these officials.
The porridge team was very harmonious. No matter how hungry we were, no matter how longing for that bowl of hot porridge, no one cut in the queue. There were teenage children in the team. They were wearing broken straw sandals with open toes and shivering from the cold, but they still tried hard to eat.
Standing up, looking into the steaming cauldron...
Everything they long for is there!
The man and the woman showed a hint of joy on their faces, thinking in their hearts how many mouthfuls the family could drink from this bowl of porridge and steamed buns.
The white-haired old men were covered with thick sacks, their exposed faces were covered with wind and frost, and their cloudy eyes showed a faint smile when they saw the porridge stall, just like a child seeing a happy smile.
candy.
The victims shouted hello one after another, and the faces that had become numb due to the snow disaster gradually came to life, and the pairs of dead eyes were rejuvenated by this bowl of hot porridge and a steamed bun.
This picture is both dynamic and still. Seeing them feeling happy over a bowl of hot porridge, Feng Qingchen and his party stayed where they were, motionless...
They had ulterior motives to do good deeds, but when they saw this scene, their hearts were hit hard. This scene made people have the urge to cry.
The first person to come back to her senses was Feng Qingchen. She had seen too many tragic scenes, and her heart was always a little colder than the average person's.
Turning around, he saw the shocked Xuan Shaoqi and the tearful Sun Sixing, Tong Jue and Feng Qingchen walked up to Sun Sixing and hit him on the head: "You idiot, why are you crying."
Sun Sixing, a little idiot, was born with a compassionate heart as a doctor. How could he bear it when he saw such a scene? But if he couldn't bear it at all, then when he saw the situation in the free clinic, he would
How to heal calmly.
Doctors, don't be too emotional, as emotions will affect your work.
A message to the readers: I suddenly realized that my writing was a bit extreme, ahem... it was purely conjecture, and any similarity was purely coincidental.
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