VIP Volume 609 Death at the Expense of Death

The ambulance from the central hospital brought the black man and Zhang Kun back to the hospital.

In the emergency department, the doctor on duty endured the unbearable stench and examined the black man.

"Director Zhang, the patient has bruises and scars on his chest and abdomen, it seems that he has been beaten strongly, and then he should have suffered from cold, and now he has a high fever of 41 degrees, which has caused dehydration and heart failure, which is very serious, and must be hospitalized as soon as possible!" said the doctor on duty.

He knows Zhang Kun, in fact, there are not many people in the entire central hospital who don't know Zhang Kun.

In recent years, he has been the only intern doctor, the deputy director of the internship, and now, he is the actual deputy director of the neurology department, which is higher than his position. What's more, Director Zhang also has the legendary second-generation official background.

Therefore, the doctor on duty speaks very carefully.

After listening to the words of the doctor on duty, Zhang Kun nodded silently, in fact, he had done some general examinations before coming, and the results were similar to this.

"Thank you, Dr. Wang, then please help me with the hospitalization procedures, and I will take care of all his medical expenses!"

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Dr. Wang sighed lightly: "Director Zhang, I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome about hospitalization, this patient ......." ”

Dr. Wang looked at the black man, his body was dirty, coupled with the unpleasant smell on his body, and frowned slightly: "It is definitely inappropriate to put it in an ordinary ward, but there is no suitable ward in our emergency department, you see?"

Zhang Kun turned his head to look at the dark man, sighed lightly and nodded: "I understand, Doctor Wang, you help with the hospitalization procedures, and then send him to the neurology department, and I will arrange a separate ward for him." ”

Doctor Wang nodded apologetically: "Well, thank you Director Zhang for your understanding, in fact, this is also the best, after all, this patient is really not suitable to live with other patients, okay, Director Zhang, wait a minute, I will go through the hospitalization procedures immediately." ”

"Thank you!" Zhang Kun nodded.

After Dr. Wang left, Zhang Kun stood silently in front of the unconscious black man, looking at the dirty face, the corners of his eyes twitched, his face was blue and red, and his fists were clenched very tightly .......

At this time, there was a sudden sound of "Wangwang" next to him, and Rhubarb stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at Zhang Kun vigilantly.

Zhang Kun lowered his head and glanced at Rhubarb, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

Squatting down, looking at Rhubarb, his eyes couldn't help but turn red again, he wanted to touch Rhubarb's head, but he couldn't.

Zhang Kun pursed his lips and showed a reluctant smile: "Don't worry, I won't beat him, since I have promised that you will save him, then I will definitely save him." ”

After listening to Zhang Kun's words, the vigilance in Rhubarb's eyes receded slightly, and then he looked at Zhang Kun, leaned over gently, and rubbed his face against Zhang Kun, as if comforting him.

Dr. Wang quickly prepared the hospitalization slip, and then, with the help of the nurse, sent the black man to the neurology department.

The nurse on duty at night was also surprised to see Zhang Kun, but soon under Zhang Kun's instructions, a double ward with no one was arranged, and everything went smoothly.

However, something went wrong when I gave the black man a drip later, the black man was dirty, and the mud on his body had long been unable to see the existence of blood vessels, and the nurse changed at least three basins of water to wash the black hands, and then disinfected three times, and then the needle was pricked.

Looking at the clean nurse, forcibly enduring the sour smell and giving the black man a drip, Zhang Kun was also slightly sorry for the frowning appearance. After settling the dark people, Zhang Kun went out to buy some supper and fruits to send to Dr. Wang and the nurses, thanking them for their help.

After finishing his work, Zhang Kun sat on another bed in the dark man's ward, holding his legs, and looking at the black man who was still unconscious with blank eyes.

In Rhubarb's memory, Zhang Kun knew that the so-called black man was actually a homeless man, and he was also a homeless man with mental problems.

Not to say that he is insane, but at least he has a mental abnormality.

In the eyes of the big yellow, the black man rarely speaks, and his face is always a smirk, like a stray dog and cat, looking for food discarded by others in the city to live.

And this is the owner of rhubarb.

Obviously, with the intelligence of rhubarb, it can easily find a comfortable environment, a owner who loves it, plays with the owner every day, runs, and then enjoys the food.

But Rhubarb didn't, he chose to live in Qiaodong and eat food found in the garbage heap every day.

Just because the black man saved it, gave it a bite to eat in the garbage heap when it was alive and dead, and then, and then there was no .......

It ended itself in the flames and made itself food, simply because in its memory, after those terrible people ate the dogs, their qi and blood immediately became vigorous.

He hoped that after eating him, the black people would be like those people, and then they would be vigorous, and then survive.

You once saved me with food, and today I will become food, and I only hope that you can live well.

"It's a simple life!" Zhang Kun looked at the rhubarb guarding the bedside, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of bitterness.

Perhaps, in the eyes of animals, this is the simplest and most direct gratitude.

You save my life, and I will give you back when I need it, even if I die.

"But, that's stupid....... Zhang Kun raised his head and looked at the ceiling .......

The next morning, Zhang Kun spent the night in the ward, and then went straight to work.

After the black man also took a drip, the high fever finally subsided, and the dehydration was temporarily treated, and then in the afternoon, he finally woke up from the coma.

When he woke up, the dark man had blank eyes and expressionless faces, and he just lay on the bed without moving.

Zhang Kun on the side of the bed was also expressionless, he didn't have the slightest, even a little bit of good impression of the black person, although he already knew that it was not the rhubarb he killed, but the rhubarb died because of him after all.

In the ward, the only thing that was happy was the rhubarb flying around the bed.

It was overjoyed to see that the black man finally opened his eyes, and kept calling around the black man, even though the black man could no longer see and hear .......

At this time, Xie Zhitian suddenly walked in and stood in front of Zhang Kun: "I see that your face is not good all day today, what's the matter, this is your ...... on the bed?"

Zhang Kun glanced at Xie Zhitian, and then said silently: "It's the owner of rhubarb." ”

"Rhubarb?" Xie Zhitian's face was obviously stunned, he looked at Zhang Kun's face again, and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with Rhubarb?"

Zhang Kun lowered his head: "From now on, there will be no rhubarb......." ”