The door opened, and the lone wolf rushed in excitedly. His fluffy hair was covered with snow from his previous life. This guy didn't care about that and jumped directly onto the fire bed. The hair all over his body started dripping with water in an instant.
Fang Zheng quickly kicked the dead dog down and said, "Why are you on the kang when you are covered in snow?"
The lone wolf grinned and shook his fur. The snow and rain that had not yet melted were scattered all over the room. Fang Zheng immediately touched the feather duster beside the kang.
When the lone wolf saw it, he turned around and ran away...
Fang Zheng then gave up and leaned on the window to look outside. Sure enough, after a night, there was already a thick layer of snow outside.
This is the first snow in winter. The snow is very sticky. It sticks to the eaves of the house without falling off. If it falls on the tree, it can crush the tree, but it will not be blown by the wind. The tree will shake and shake off. This is also the most dangerous.
A snowstorm can easily crush saplings and other things...
But this is also the most fun snow, because it is the first snow in winter. Even Northeastern people who grew up in the Northeast are particularly happy to see this snow scene.
Before Fang Zheng went out, he could hear the sounds of the disciples playing in the front yard, and Jing Kuan's yelling: "Senior brother! You are being treated too much! You are bullying people... I am not Snowball! Master, help me...
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Fang Zheng laughed, opened the door and walked out. He stood at the door of the back door, leaning on the door rail and looking at the front yard.
Fang Zheng didn't say anything, but the disciples heard it. One by one, they immediately stopped, turned around and saluted Fang Zheng, "Greetings to Master."
Fangzheng looked around and saw from left to right, the lone wolf, the monkey, the red boy and the salted fish. There was also a tattered old car lying in the distance... but the squirrel was missing.
Fang Zheng asked: "Where is the squirrel?"
I saw a snowman's head shaking for a while, and then a squirrel's head popped up and shouted angrily: "Master, they have gone too far! Wrap me in a snowball and roll it! Are there such brothers?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "It's indeed too much."
The squirrel quickly got himself out of the snowball, then sat on the snowman's head and shouted: "Master, you have to give me some advice."
Fang Zheng looked at the other disciples. The other disciples were either looking down at the snow or looking up at the sky...
Fang Zheng said: "You can't bully Jingkuan like this. If you want to make a snowball, make it a big one..."
When the squirrel heard this, he felt bad and was about to run away when a few brothers suddenly ran over, grabbed them and stuffed them into the snowball. Then the lone wolf and the monkey pushed the snowball and ran away.
It was getting louder and louder, but the squirrel's cry inside was still loud, but unfortunately, it couldn't stop at all.
Fang Zheng was sitting at the door, watching the disciples playing, feeling relaxed...
"Abbot, can you bring me a bowl of wine to warm me up? I feel that although gasoline tastes good, in this winter, alcohol is more comfortable." The old car came up and said.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "Drinking is not allowed in the temple."
"What I drank was alcohol, not wine." Lao Xiachi argued.
Fang Zheng said: "That won't work either!"
While he was talking, Qin Shou heard someone crying and rushing up the hill, shouting as he ran: "Abbot Fangzheng, help! Help!"
Qin Shou was stunned, opened the door of the temple, and looked outside.
I saw a young man in very thin clothes running towards me with his head lowered, and there were three men chasing closely behind him. One of them suddenly raised his hand and hit the young man on the back with a stick!
Qin Shou frowned and flicked his finger, and the stick fell to the ground with a snap.
At the same time, Qin Shou stepped aside and the young man rushed into Yizhi Temple.
When the three men saw the young man entering Yizhi Temple, they all stopped one after another.
One of them had short hair. He looked very fierce, but after seeing Fang Zheng, he still managed a smile and stepped forward and said, "Hello, Abbot Fang Zheng."
Today's Fang Zheng is no longer the unknown Fang Zheng of the past. His reputation is so great that no one dares to underestimate him.
Qin Shou clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, why is this donor chasing after a child so hard?"
The two people behind the short-haired man were about to speak, but the short-haired man glared at them, and they fell silent.
The short-haired man said: "My name is Yang Cheng, and I am a doctor. The man who just entered is a patient in our hospital. He left without treatment and was found by us. When he ran, we chased him all the way up the mountain.
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Abbot Fangzheng, it stands to reason that if the patient runs away, we can just notify his parents directly.
However, this child was too naughty. He not only left the hospital, but ran away from home. Although we are a hospital, the parents of this child sent him to our hospital because of their trust in us. For various reasons
After thinking about it, we notified his parents and came out to help find someone.
Just today, we found him in an Internet cafe in Songwu County. Do you think we should take him back?"
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was also surprised. He didn't expect that the three bandit-like things in front of him turned out to be doctors!
At this moment, the frightened voice of a child came from the temple: "Master, they are not doctors, they are devils! Not human beings!"
Yang Cheng smiled bitterly and said: "Master, look at that child's appearance. He has a fierce look on his face. How does he look like a child? Alas...it's all caused by the Internet. Children who were so good before are now like this...
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Fang Zheng turned back to look at the child. The child was only wearing a black sweater and thin autumn pants. There didn't seem to be any warmth inside. He was shivering in the cold winter, and he didn't know he was excited.
The reason was that the cold wind was blowing and my face was extremely red.
Judging from Fang Zheng's experience, the child's face is probably frozen because some places are about to crack and bleed!
This kind of coldness is almost incomprehensible to southerners. Only those who live in the ice and snow understand that some coldness is not cold, but pain. Some are really cold, not painful, but unconscious. Some are particularly cold, not unconscious, but painful.
Unknowingly, some organs have been damaged...
Now, the child is frozen and unconscious, with cracks in his skin and no blood flowing out.
In this case, the best way is to keep warm as soon as possible.
But instead of looking for a place to stay warm, the child put all his hopes on Fang Zheng like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.
So Fang Zheng said: "Are you really a doctor?"
Yang Cheng nodded affirmatively and said: "Of course, wait a minute, I have a certificate."
While talking, Yang Cheng took out a small book and handed it to Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng looked at it and saw a line written on it: "Yuancheng Fourth Hospital, doctor, Yang Cheng."