"Big brother, we can't help it, we can't charge every patient without money, although we have that relief fund, we can't help all the people." Li Dingshuai interjected.

"I, I." When the migrant workers saw Li Dingshuai say this, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Mo Zhitao waved his hand and said, "Big brother, go back and get the money, I will vouch for you first." ”

"Okay, thank you, doctor, we'll go get the money now," the migrant worker suddenly remembered that Ah Bing still had half a year's salary unpaid, and that the construction company should compensate them for their medical expenses in this accident, and they should be able to pay for Ah Bing's medical expenses.

Li Dingshuai watched the migrant workers leave, and he said to Mo Zhitao: "Master, it's not that I don't have compassion, but we can't save the poor people in the world." Like this migrant worker, it is a work-related injury, and the construction company has to pay for them. If we hadn't pushed them, they wouldn't have asked the construction company for money. ”

Just now, Li Dingshuai saw that no one from the construction company came over, and he had a fire in his belly, how could he manage people's lives like this? If you deliberately card these migrant workers, and the migrant workers call the police to arrest the construction boss, won't the boss hurry up and take the money out to pay for the patient's medical expenses?

Sometimes Mo Zhitao is too soft-hearted, migrant workers are generally more tricky, if you don't card them, it is estimated that after you save the person, they will disappear with the cured person. It is not without this situation in the hospital, and the more people from other provinces, the more careful they must be.

"Alas, let's take a look first, this civilian is seriously injured, and if you don't save him now, there is no way to save him. And even if he can be cured, he will have to stay in the hospital for at least a month. Mo Zhitao shook his head.

"Ding Shuai, you go and rest, you still have to go to work in the afternoon." Mo Zhitao said embarrassedly. In order to save this migrant worker, he was embarrassed to let these colleagues who had a lunch break rush to work.

"It's okay, I'll just go and rest for a while." Li Dingshuai nodded. He had wanted to say that there were quite a lot of fever patients in Corey now, and he was afraid that it would be a contagious flu. But he thought that even if it was a contagious flu, he could cure it, and everyone should take precautions. Therefore, he did not say any more.

In the afternoon, after the wounds on A Bing's body were stitched up, Mo Zhitao took Li Dingshuai to the ward. In order not to be seen, they locked the ward when they entered.

"Master, Ah Bing's condition is very serious." Li Dingshuai said worriedly. He checked Ah Bing's pulse again just now, and found that Ah Bing's internal organs were injured to the point that there was no way to cure it.

"I'll give it a try, take my time, and see if I can treat him." Mo Zhitao's face also became stern, and he did his best to have a condition like A Bing.

Mo Zhitao took out the silver needle that he had eliminated the poison, only to see his hand move, a stream of true qi poured out, and then the silver needle shot towards the acupuncture points on Ah Bing's body.

"Whoosh," Ah Bing had as many as a dozen silver needles inserted into his body.

As Mo Zhitao's internal force operated, the silver needle on A Bing's body also trembled.

Li Dingshuai looked at Mo Zhitao's needle application and couldn't help but open his eyes. He had seen his grandfather administer needles like this before, and in the Li Family Medical Center, only grandpa could administer needles like this.

The use of internal force to pass the guò silver needle into the patient's acupuncture points, this treatment has the effect of doubling the result with half the effort. This kind of treatment is also very draining of the doctor's internal strength, and it will also lose the doctor's internal strength. Therefore, the healer will not use this trick until the critical moment.

Mo Zhitao grabbed Ah Bing's left hand, he closed his eyes and poured into Ah Bing's body with the true qi of the Yin and Yang Jue, he wanted to feel the imbalance of yin and yang in Ah Bing's body.

He called Li Dingshuai in, also thinking that Li Dingshuai would help him protect the Fa. Now he treats his patients with the same mind, and if someone sneaks up on him, he will be killed or seriously injured, and he has to be careful.

Mo Zhitao frowned secretly, and the internal organs near Ah Bing's body being inserted by steel bars all appeared Yan zhòng's wounds, where the black yin qi was very thick. But after a while, it will die.

Go to Mo Zhitao secretly sighed, and a stream of true qi in his body surged towards Ah Bing's chest, and he wanted to use the true qi to restore the function of Ah Bing's internal organs.

Half an hour has passed, Mo Zhitao is still holding A Bing's left hand, and the silver needle on A Bing's body is still trembling.

Li Dingshuai was surprised, the general acupuncture treatment is half an hour, and the doctor has to stop and take a breath. If the treatment continues, the internal strength of the doctor will be depleted, and the person will suffer internal injuries.

But Li Dingshuai didn't dare to speak out, and now when Mo Zhitao was treating patients, what he was most afraid of was being disturbed.

An hour passed, Mo Zhitao's face was a little pale, and some beads of sweat leaked from his forehead, and then slowly ran down his face.

Suddenly, Mo Zhitao opened his eyes, and he looked at Ah Bing on the hospital bed.

"Master, you've been treating patients for an hour." When Li Dingshuai saw Mo Zhitao open his eyes, he immediately reminded in a whisper.

"Oh, it's been an hour." Mo Zhitao gasped, he slowly withdrew his true qi, and then let go of A Bing's hand.

Ah Bing's injuries were too serious, if he didn't inject more Yin and Yang True Qi for Ah Bing, Ah Bing would definitely not be able to cure it. As for whether Ah Bing can be saved, it depends on his will to survive.

After a while, Mo Zhitao saw that the true qi on the silver needle had entered A Bing's body, so he made a move, and an internal force rolled up the dozen silver needles and flew back to Mo Zhitao's palm.

"Help me get it and disinfect it." Mo Zhitao said a little tiredly.

"Yes," Li Dingshuai nodded, "Master, are you okay?" ”

"I'm a little tired, I'll just take a break." Mo Zhitao shook his head, his current internal force loss is only thirty percent, if someone assassinates him now, he can only rely on the life-killing needle to save his life.

Now Ah Bing's face is a little ruddy, and the injuries in his internal organs are better, but there is still some time before he heals. And it also depends on Ah Bing's own body, he doesn't dare to ask Ah Bing to be cured.

Li Dingshuai opened the door of the ward and walked out, and Sister Fang, who was waiting outside, walked in. Seeing the paleness on Mo Zhitao's face, she couldn't help but worry and asked, "Director, how are you?" ”

"It's okay, I was overworked treating the patient just now." Mo Zhitao said. "Sister Fang, the patient is not out of danger yet, this week, I will acupuncture treatment for him every day, and after a week, if the condition can be stabilized, the patient will be out of danger."

"Okay, we'll take care of it." Sister Fang nodded.

Mo Zhitao wrote a prescription and handed it to Sister Fang, "Take it for seven days in a row, one dose a day, and if the patient can't eat it, feed it slowly." By the way, has this patient's fellow come over? ”

"I haven't come over to pay yet." Sister Fang shook her head and said.

At noon, the two migrant workers only signed the relevant documents, and they had not yet paid a penny. A patient with such a serious injury will have to pay at least tens of thousands of dollars in medical expenses, and no one can afford it.

Although it is said that there is a relief fund in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is not a fool to go through the procedures, and people are not stupid to donate to the fund.

"Wait, if you don't come, call them and ask them to send someone to take care of the patient first." Mo Zhitao glanced at A Bing on the hospital bed, "It is estimated that there will be half an hour, and the patient will wake up."

Just now, Mo Zhitao used the Yin and Yang True Qi to eliminate the black Yin Qi in Ah Bing's body, but those Yin Qi were too thick and too thick, and it could not be eliminated all at once. A week, if Ah Ping can survive a week, he will be fine.

When Mo Zhitao went outside after washing his hands, he saw the two migrant workers coming over at noon. They were sweating profusely, as if they had traveled a long way.

"Director Mo." When the migrant worker saw Mo Zhitao, he shouted a little embarrassed. Just now they asked other doctors and knew that Mo Zhitao was the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Oh, you two are here, I was looking for you." Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"Director Mo, after we went back at noon, we only raised more than 1,000 yuan, I, we can pay this money first, and we will find a way to raise it tomorrow, okay?" The migrant worker bowed his head in embarrassment.

Originally, they asked the boss for Ah Bing's previous salary, but the foreman stopped them and said that the boss was not there, and they would talk about it later. But they clearly saw the boss in the office inside, and they secretly went inside to find the boss.

But the boss said that Ah Bing's salary will be discussed later, and now he is not free, and he has not had time to let people check how much money Ah Bing has.

The two migrant workers knelt down to their bosses, saying that if there was no money for the hospital, Ah Bing would die. Otherwise, it's okay to pay them their wages first. But the boss left in a Mercedes Benz, and the birds did not bird them

Because they couldn't get paid, the migrant workers had to borrow money from other migrant workers in the construction team. Everyone knows about Ah Bing, but they don't have much money on them, so you have ten yuan and I have twenty yuan to make it up.

After the migrant workers got the money, they ran to the hospital, and they were reluctant to sit in the car. Because of Ah Bing's injury, they need money so much.

The migrant worker took out a plastic bag and said as he opened it: "Here are 14 yuan, we will pay so much first, and tomorrow we will go to the boss or go to other fellow villagers to borrow it." ”

Because they haven't been paid for half a year, most of the money they used to send back home, and the rest is about the same, so they don't have any extra money.

Mo Zhitao looked at the piece, two, and ten yuan of loose money in the plastic bag, and he nodded and said, "Okay, you guys should pay this money first." I have just treated Ah Ping, he will wake up in half an hour, but it is not over the danger period yet, I have to treat him for a week, if he can survive this week, he will be fine. ”

"Thank you, Director Mo." The two migrant workers smiled happily. As long as Ah Bing can survive, no matter how hard they work, it will be worth it. Damn, money is a bastard, as long as they can save their lives, they will earn these bastards.

"This week, Ah Bing can't get out of bed, can't move, you have to take turns to take care of his eating, drinking, washing and other things. If you can't do it, call Ah Bing's family and ask them to come. Mo Zhitao said

The migrant worker shook his head, "Director Mo, our hometown is far away from here, they can't come, and they don't have so much money to come, so it's better for us to take care of Ah Bingxing, isn't it just a week." ”