Suzhou-Hangzhou Bicycle Factory Family Area.

It is not so accurate to say that it is a bicycle factory, which was bought out more than ten years ago, and the workers of the factory have already fended for themselves. The person in Teng Zhan's mouth who was disabled by him lived here, and he used to be an employee of a bicycle factory.

There are only two buildings in the family quarters, both of which are not high, all of them are five floors, which were built in the eighties of the last century, and after decades of wind and rain, the stairs have become black and dirty.

It was only eight o'clock in the morning when Yan Murong and Teng Zhan drove here, and after finding a place to park the car, the two came to one of the small buildings.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Yan Murong asked.

"It's fine." Teng Zhan shook his head with a gloomy face. "On the fourth floor, Donghu, you can go up by yourself, I won't go."

"They're not very nice to you?" Yan Murong saw the problem at a glance and asked softly.

Teng Zhan didn't answer, but it could be regarded as a tacit acquiescence, looked up, gritted his teeth, and said. "Let's go, I'll go up with you, I hope you can do what you say and cure him."

Teng Zhan also has the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, everything about Yan Murong he sees from TV or newspapers, and now newspapers always like all kinds of exaggerations, so he doesn't believe so much in Yan Murong's amazing medical skills.

Besides, everyone has been disabled for more than ten years, even if the care is good and the muscles have not atrophied, if you want to let him stand up without surgery, I am afraid that only the gods can do it.

The corridor is a little dim, the stairs are also very narrow, this kind of old building, the garbage chute is built in the building, and the musty smell in the corridor makes Yan Murong can't help but wrinkle his nose.

When the two came to the fourth floor, Teng Zhan raised his hand and gently slammed the door, and after a while, there was a voice of inquiry inside.

"Who?" A woman's voice came out, sounding with a hint of tiredness in her voice, but the unique soft voice of a Jiangnan woman also made people feel very comfortable.

"Eldest sister, it's me." Teng Zhan said.

"Whoa."

The wooden door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman dressed in simple home clothes appeared in front of her.

The woman is not tall, only about 1.5 meters, and she is about 50 years old, but in this living environment, the pressure is also great, plus she has to take care of her paralyzed husband, most of her hair is gray, and the wrinkles on her face are like that of an old lady in her sixties and seventies.

"You go, you go for me, if it's not you, how could our family become like this?" The woman's face turned red, and she shouted loudly to Teng Zhan.

Although the woman's face was angry, perhaps it was related to the character of the Jiangnan woman, and what she said was not unpleasant, it was just a vigorous fight.

"Big sister, I'll come and see big brother." Teng Zhan got out of the way and pointed at Yan Murong to explain. "Eldest sister, do you know him? He is the president of the Yanjing Chinese Medical Union, a very powerful doctor, let him show his eldest brother. ”

"Mom, who's that?" Before the woman could speak, another young man walked out, and when he saw Teng Zhan, his face also changed. He's not as gentle as a woman. "Get out, get away, our family doesn't need your sympathy, you hurt my dad like this, do you still have the face?"

As he spoke, he pulled the woman away and stretched out his hand to push the battle, but halfway through his hand, he was grabbed by a hand that suddenly appeared, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

"At a young age, his temper is not small." Yan Murong grabbed his wrist and said with a smile.

"Who are you?" The young man twitched his hand a few times, but did not twitch, looked at Yan Murong and asked coldly.

"I'm Yan Murong." Yan Murong said, directly explaining the intention. "It's a doctor, come and see your father's illness."

", no." The young man said with a look of disdain.

"I know you're feeling bad." Yan Murong looked at Teng Zhan, who was standing there with a guilty face, and said. "Does he feel good in his heart? - He is a doctor, and it is his duty to save people, so how do you treat a conscientious doctor? ”

Yan Murong looked at the young man and asked in a cold voice. "You say, if the ambulance doesn't come in time, will you call for help from the people around you or watch your father die?"

The young man opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

From the perspective of normal people, things will develop in the opposite direction, they will not call an ambulance at the first time, but immediately call for help from the people around them, which is human instinct.

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Yan Murong continued. "In other words, even if you don't blame him, he blames himself for so many years, but you never gave him a chance."

After speaking, Yan Murong let go of his hand, turned his head to look at the woman who was wiping her tears with her head down, and said. "Auntie, can I go in and have a look? Maybe I'll be sure to get my uncle to stand up again. ”

"Really?" The woman was startled for a moment, and raised her head, her tear-stained old cheeks full of joy.

You see, often the kindest people are these people who live at the bottom, they don't have too lofty ideals, and the biggest ideal is that the family lives a safe and happy life -- if possible, they will be a family in the next life.

"Really." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"That's—then come in." The woman hurriedly moved out of the way and pulled the young man again. "Xiaojin, get out of the way, let Dr. Yan go see your father."

Zhang Jin looked at Yan Murong, but he didn't stop him, turned around and got out of the way.

The woman's name is He Yu, who is the hostess of the house, and the young man's name is Zhang Jin, the son of Zhang He, who is paralyzed in both legs, has just graduated from college, has not found a good unit, and is unemployed at home.

When Yan Murong saw Zhang He, he was sitting in the living room looking at the seventeen-inch panda TV on a set of combination cabinets, and it looked like he had a lot of years.

He wasn't too excited, and when he saw Teng Zhan and Yan Murong coming in, he just turned his head and nodded, and then turned his attention to the TV again.

"Uncle, can I take your pulse?" Seeing Teng Zhan standing there without speaking, Yan Murong spoke.

Zhang He didn't speak, his eyes kept staring at the TV, but he stretched out his hand and put it on the handle of the wheelchair.

Yan Murong smiled, squatted down, and put his fingers on his wrists. After taking the pulse, he carefully pulled up his trouser leg and touched both of his legs.

"Doctor Yan, how's it going? Lao Zhang-" He Yu asked anxiously, over the years, they have seen many doctors, and the answer they gave was to go to a big hospital for surgery, but they couldn't take out that much money at all. Again and again, I was disappointed again and again, but I haven't given up yet.

"Auntie, which one do you listen to first, a good news or a bad news?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"I—I'll hear the good news first." He Yu was a little excited, and his speech began to tremble.

"The good news is that my uncle's leg is well maintained, and there is a lot of hope."

"And then—what about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that I don't think my uncle seems to be willing to cooperate with me, which is the worst news for doctors."