"Brother Tiger!" turned out to be Ma Hu calling him.

"What are you doing?" Ma Huo just came out of the post office and saw Yang Fan riding a motorcycle at the bus stop, so he called him.

"I sent Liu Liping to take the car, what are you doing?" Yang Fan saw that Ma Hu came to town early in the morning, there must be something important, so he asked!

"I'm here to pick up some money at the post office!" because it was too hot, and the chubby face of the sloppy man was drenched in sweat!

"What are you doing with the money! What are you going to marry a daughter-in-law!" Yang Fan teased the sloppy.

"If you want to do some business, my dad said that watermelons in neighboring provinces are very cheap, and he is going to pull a cart to sell them!" "Ma Huo didn't go out to work after school, and he and his dad bought and sold some agricultural products when he had nothing to do at home! He could also earn tens of thousands of yuan a year.

"Yes, yes, you and Uncle Ma are quite economically minded!" "Doing small business is really like a fish in water for Ma Sloppy, this guy don't look honest and honest on the surface, but he is very good at doing business."

"Is it over?" Yang Fan had to hurry back to the clinic, so he asked Ma Sloppy if there was anything else!

"No, go home!"

The two rode back to Yangjia Village, and the speed was not fast all the way, and there were some talking and laughing. Suddenly, Yang Fan found that on the road ahead, there was a tricycle lying at the bottom of the ditch, and an old man was lying motionless on the side, so the two stopped the car and ran over to take a look.

"Damn, who knocked this old man into the ditch!" Ma Hu saw that there was a large deflated piece on the back of the tricycle, and the old man still had blood on his face.

Yang Fan saw that the old man was seriously injured, and shouted at Ma Huo: "Hurry! Hurry up and lift him up!"

"Don't lift it up yet! Wait, you haven't seen a lot of people on the news, and if you don't save people, you'll be falsely accused! We have to leave evidence, so as not to be unclear when we get it!" said sloppily, taking out his mobile phone and taking a photo for evidence.

The two of them first lifted the old man on the road, and then pulled the old man's tricycle up, Yang Fan checked the old man, and found that the tibia of his left leg was swollen, and the skin was broken, and the left side of his head was also oozing blood! Yang Fan patted the old man on the shoulder, "Uncle, can you hear me?" Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Yang Fan pinched the middle of the person, and the old man did it manually, but he didn't lift it.

"Hurry up and call 120 to call an ambulance!" Seeing that the old man's situation was in crisis, Yang Fan asked him to call 120 carelessly, and he lay the old man flat.

After sloppily calling 120, and then telling them the location, he stood on the side with Yang Fan and waited for the ambulance.

"Yang Fan! this old man shouldn't hang up!" Ma glanced at the old man lying on the ground, a little panicked!

"Not yet, but it's a little dangerous!" Yang Fan said and stood up, went to the nearby tree to pick up a few branches, and got them over to block the old man from the sun. At this time, there were many pedestrians coming and going on the road, and I saw the two of them standing next to the old man, standing on the side one by one and watching. There are also people who know the two of them, "Yang Fan, what's the matter? You two bumped?" One of the people who knew Yang Fan saw the two of them standing next to the old man, thinking that the two of them had collided.

"No, just now I came back from the town with Ma Hu, just walked here, and saw this old man lying at the bottom of the ditch, I don't know which Zhuang person, should have been hit by a car at the bottom of the ditch, I and Ma Hu and I carried him up!"

"It's better to be less nosy these days!" The man saw that it was not Yang Fan who bumped into him, so he kindly reminded him.

The onlookers left one after another, leaving only Yang Fan and Ma Huo, after more than 30 minutes, the sloppy phone suddenly rang, and Ma Sloppy saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and asked "Who!"

"I'm from 120 First Aid, are you in Hongqiao Town, on the road to the west?"

"Yes, you go forward, it's about three miles away, we're on the side of the road, you hurry up, this old man is about to hang up!" Ma Hao hurriedly urged 120.

A few minutes later, 120 arrived, and two doctors, a man and a woman, came down, and the male doctor briefly examined the old man, and then instructed the female nurse, "Hang a bottle of saline for him first." Then he asked Yang Fan and Ma Hu to assist him, carried the old man on the stretcher, and after everything was done, "Which of you will go with the ambulance?" The male doctor looked at Yang Fan and Ma Hu and asked them.

"Are we going to go with you?"

"Yes, you'll have to go with someone! Otherwise, how can you go there without any family!"

"Hey, we're not his family, we don't know him!" He wasn't our touch!" saw 120 carry the old man into the ambulance, and shouted carelessly.

"You don't know each other, what should I do?" Doctor 120 also felt very embarrassed, although 120 said that it was to save lives and help the wounded, but 120 did not want to accept such unknown people, no one paid the ambulance fare, and the medical expenses may not be settled.

"I'll go with the ambulance! Sloppy, you give me the money on your body first, and I'll give it to you when I come back," Yang Fan saw that the old man was also quite pitiful, and he couldn't bear to leave it alone.

"Oh, that's the money for you!" Ma Hao took out a handful of money from his pocket, counted two thousand and handed it to Yang Fan.

"I'll ride the car to the town, put it at the door of the post office, and I'll go with your ambulance later!" Yang Fan instructed Ma Sloppy before leaving, take care of the old man's tricycle and the things on the car, and then explain to the ambulance driver to ride a motorcycle to the town first.

Waiting for the ambulance to follow the post office, Yang Fan got into the ambulance and followed him to the county hospital.

When he arrived at the county hospital, the old man was pushed into the emergency department by the nurse, and the doctor finished writing the order and handed it to Yang Fan, "Hurry up and pay the money!"

Yang Fan looked at the list in his hand, hesitated and walked towards the cashier.

"980 yuan!" After the cashier took the computer and pressed it, he asked Yang Fan to pay 980 yuan through the microphone.

"Oh!" Yang Fan counted ten sheets and handed them in.

After paying the money and handing the list to the doctor, Yang Fan sat at the door of the emergency room and waited. After about ten minutes, the doctor came out and told Yang Fan that the old man had a fractured tibia in his left leg and a head injury that was not clear, and that he had to wait for the CT scan to be diagnosed, and asked Yang Fan to go through the hospitalization procedures.

"Then what's the patient's name?" Because the old man hasn't woken up yet, I don't know what the old man's name is!

"Register yours first, and then change it later!" the doctor instructed, and then issued a list for Yang Fan to go through the hospitalization procedures.

Yang Fan took the list to the inpatient department, completed the formalities, registered his name, and then paid a deposit of 1,000 yuan. Then he returned to the ward, cooperated with the nurse to send the old man to the CT room, and after the examination, he was pushed to the ward, the nurse changed the old man's potion, and Yang Fan sat on the side and guarded. After almost an hour, the old man's consciousness regained and he woke up, and Yang Fan saw that he was awake, so he went to call the doctor. The doctor came over to ask the old man, if there was anything uncomfortable, and then told the old man, you have a fracture of the tibia of your lower leg and need surgery, the head CT is a little shadowy, and there is congestion that needs to be treated, and the doctor explained Yang Fan several precautions.

Yang Fan saw that the old man was awake, so he leaned over and asked the old man, "Uncle, where is your house, do you have the contact information of your family?"

The old man's mouth was snorting, and his voice was very weak. "My family... Be... It's Chen Weizi, my name is Chen Sigang, and my son's name is Chen ...... Jiang Hai!" The old man told Yang Fan his home address, and it turned out that the old man was the father of Chen Jianghai, the deputy county magistrate.

"Then do you have your son's contact number?" Yang Fan asked as he leaned in front of the old man!

"I ...... Above... Above... With his electricity in his pocket... Electricity... "The old man told Yang Fan intermittently.

Yang Fan found a card in the old man's pocket with a line of numbers written on it. Yang Fan dialed the phone and called, "Toot... Honk... After a while, Yang Fan dialed again, but no one answered. Seeing that no one answered, Yang Fan had no choice but to give up calling. "Uncle, no one answered your phone number, you lie down first, and I'll contact him later!" Yang Fan comforted the old man, and then sat on the side to guard the old man.