Mayor Ma and Yang Zijian were more familiar, and they were taken aback at first, and then immediately calmed down and said, "What's so surprising about being sick?" Surprised, you are like this, how can the organization burden you? ”

"What burden?" When Deputy Mayor Wang heard this, he frowned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xu Pingfan and Ma Yuanchao smiled bitterly face to face, this cadre is like this, the responsible officer does not like too much power, but does not like to do the cadres who like to drill the camp to take power.

However, the tourist area has just begun, and the eight characters have not yet been skimmed, so they can't be said clearly, Xu Pingfan interrupted and asked, "What disease does Yang Zijian have?" Did he come home, how do you know? ”

Deputy Mayor Wang came to his senses and said: "Yang Zijian fell ill in No. 1 Middle School and was taken to the hospital by his teacher. This matter was told by Lin Xian, who was often with Li Dequn during this time. ”

Mayor Ma thought about it, this Yang Zijian is not only a propaganda banner in Nantang Ancient Town, but also can attract investment, and the credit is too great, so he ordered: "Deputy Wang, you immediately get in my car and go into the city to visit Yang Zijian, by the way, bring Yang Zijian's mother and Li Dequn." ”

Secretary Xu added: "On behalf of the town party committee and government, I want to buy him some fruits and condolences." ”

"Okay." Wang Hui nodded, didn't say a word, turned his head and strode away.

Speaking of this, Yang Zijian graduated from Nantang Junior High School, and his future achievements also have a share of Lin Hui, the deputy mayor in charge of missions, so she has always been very concerned, and she has read Yang Zijian's works carefully.

Watching Wang Hui leave, Ma Yuanchao touched the short hair on his head and said, "Is there a saying called 'God is jealous of his talent'?" This Yang Zi Jianguang got sick twice this month and was admitted to the hospital twice......"

Yang Zijian's cold this time was a bit serious, and he also had a fever, which made Yu Mao worried, his father was a barefoot doctor, and he opened a small outpatient clinic in a remote village, knowing that a cold and fever can be big or small, but Yang Zijian's kind is obviously a bit serious, in case he burns his brain, it will be bad, so he went to Mr. Lin's house to report it.

Teacher Lin was anxious when he heard this, he never thought that the school doctor was not very reliable, and if Yang Zijian's condition was delayed, it would be worse, so he immediately notified Director Liu of the principal's office to send Yang Zijian to the city hospital.

Director Liu didn't dare to ignore it, and transferred a car from the school-run factory, and then Mr. Lin, Yu Mao, Xie Xiaoqin, and Lin Yi helped him downstairs regardless of Yang Zijian's objections, sent him to the car, and drove to the city's first hospital.

Yang Zijian often caught a cold in his previous life, became a doctor after a long illness, and knew his physical condition very well, and he passed it after a while, but now he is tossing like this, but it is even worse, but Mr. Lin is stubborn, and he has no choice but to be groggy and at their mercy.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yu Mao went to register and buy medical records, he said to the little nurse: "The patient is Yang Zijian, a young writer from Nanjian No. 1 Middle School. ”

The little nurse who signed the order raised her head suddenly, her eyes lit up and said: "I know, the one who wrote "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge", I would like to become a stone bridge and be exposed to the wind and ......rain for 500 years."

Yu Mao was born in a doctor's family, and he has a natural liking for nurses, and immediately boasted: "I am Yang Zijian's friend and brother-in-law, and if he publishes a book in the future, he will ask me to sign it." ”

The pretty little nurse gave him a blank look and said, "Stop chattering, send the patient to the emergency room!" ”

Yang Zijian was helped to the emergency room by Mr. Lin and Lin Yi, and there were many patients on weekends, so Yang Zijian had to sit on a bench and line up. The smell of the emergency room was really bad, and the ceiling fan was turning "whoosh", making Yang Zijian even colder, and he was most afraid of the wind blowing when he had a cold, so Yang Zijian stood up for five minutes, his head was dizzy, and he fainted on the bench and didn't wake up.

At five o'clock in the evening, Yang Zijian finally woke up and found himself lying on a hospital bed, there were five beds in the ward, he was leaning against the window, with a needle on his wrist, and an infusion rack next to him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, it was obviously just a common cold, but now he was tossed into a serious patient, this is a typical example of good intentions doing bad things, but I can't blame teachers and friends.

"Brother, you're awake!" Yang Zizhen was lying on the bed, her upper body was only on the left side of her brother's body, and her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if she was doing a great cause.

Yang Zijian sat up, leaned against the white pillow at the head of the bed, and frowned: "Zizhen, it is possible to be infected with a cold, you hurry up and get out of bed to play, good!" ”

Zizhen didn't listen, she touched her brother's face with her little hand and said: "Grandpa Chang said, my brother's eight characters are too weak, his yang qi is insufficient, and his qi and blood are too weak, so he often enters the body with yin and evil and is easy to get sick." Sister Shu Yu and I are both very hard, and our vitality can drive away my brother's yin qi, but my mother didn't let Sister Shu Yu come with me......"

Grandpa Chang has a set of feudal superstitious theories, and he simply uses Zizhen as a girl!

Yang Zijian couldn't help but laugh angrily, this is just because he usually uses his brain excessively, lacks nutrition, and doesn't like to exercise, he stroked his little sister's two pigtails and said: "Don't listen to Grandpa Chang's nonsense, it's all feudal superstition." By the way, why are you here, and who else is in the house? ”

Zizhen said: "I followed my uncle and mother into the city in Deputy Mayor Wang's car, and the Deputy Mayor also sent some fruits. She pointed to a large bag of fruit on a small table near the window and said, "The deputy mayor and uncle know that you are not seriously ill, so go back first." Your teachers and classmates have also gone back to eat, and Mom is now going to the hospital cafeteria to buy food. ”

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Zizhen smiled: "It must be that my mother is back." ”

But it was Wang Yun who was wearing jeans and a T-shirt who came in, as well as Zhang Yimin, Qian Li and other four girls from the literary club, Wang Yun was holding a blue cartoon thermos pot in her hand, her eyes were slightly red, and her eyes were full of concern: "Yang Zijian, how are you now?" ”

Yang Zijian smiled bitterly: "I'm a serious cold now, it's just a common cold." ”

Qian Li smiled with concern: "Zijian, you are the general of our literary club, the journal will be published tomorrow, you can't 'die before you get out of school', we are here to comfort you!" ”

Zizhen and Wang Yun couldn't hear the word "death" the most, and immediately glared at Qian Li.

Wang Yun unscrewed the lid of the thermos pot, then took out a spoon and handed it to Yang Zijian: "This is chicken soup, I bought it in a small fried shop, drink it while it's hot." ”

"Thank you!" Yang Zijian knew that nutrition was very important after a cold, so he immediately drank it spoonful by spoonful, drank a small half pot, his stomach was warm and very comfortable, and he couldn't help sighing: "After this infusion is hanged, I can probably be discharged from the hospital, and a cold is not important." And I never think that infusions are a good thing, colds are caused by viruses and it is better to overcome them with your own immunity. ”

As soon as the words fell, a loud and majestic voice came from the door and shouted: "If you are sick, you have to be cured, and the idea of relying on your own physical strength to overcome it is very wrong!" ”