Early the next morning, the old monk of Yunkong came over.

"Boy, you're awake, since you're awake, hurry up and call your family to pick you up, old monk, I still have to spend Chinese New Year's Eve, I don't want to take care of you as a waste," the old monk Yunkong regained his usual ease and muttered towards Song Jian.

Song Jian thought about it, yes, he can't sit up now, the muscles and veins in his body are broken, he is simply a wasted person, staying here with the old monk of Yunkong, let alone peeing and pooping, even if he eats and drinks, it is estimated that no one will serve him.

But the family ...... Where is the family? Xu Si? She is just her fiancée, and she is also the kind of fiancée who is very uncertain, she is a big girl who has not passed through the door, plus she has lived in a rich family since she was a child, how can she take care of herself?

With a wry smile, Song Jian said, "It's better to send me to the rehabilitation medical center." ”

The old monk of Yunkong was stunned for a moment, remembering that Song Jian was already alone, he smiled, patted Song Jian's little face, and said, "I really know a rehabilitation center, and the little nurses there are very beautiful." Boy, you're cheap. ”

Song Jian completely rolled his eyes, this old monk in the sky, is he really a monk? Or an enlightened monk?

Yunkong picked up the phone and made a call.

After putting down the phone, the old monk Yunkong said: "It's done, the cost is two thousand a day, and sixty thousand in a month." Hey, I paid the 60,000 yuan in advance, and when your kid can walk, pay it back to me quickly. ”

Song Jian nodded in thanks.

The old monk of Yunkong shouted downward: "Hao Cheap! Hao Cheap! Come up. ”

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Hao Bei's round rumbling body stepped on the stairs and walked up, shaking the small wooden building and trembling.

Song Jian looked over and saw that Hao Bei had become bald.

"This ...... How did you become a monk overnight? Song Jian was puzzled.

Hao Bei touched his head shyly, "Master said that I have a wisdom root, so he shaved me." ”

As he spoke, Hao glanced at the great monk of Yunkong with resentment.

Yunkong walked over and patted Hao Bei's bald head, "How can you ordinary people understand, Hao Bei, your future attainments in Buddhism must be limitless." Oh, now I'll send you a task first, this month, you will take care of Song Jian. Take care of everything, I will give you weight loss, and I will pass you a set of supreme pickle girl book. ”

"Really?" Hao Bei's eyes shone with a sparkle, "Master, do you also pick up girls?" ”

Yunkong waved his hand, "Picking up girls is just the lowest means, and the real masters are all soaked by girls." ”

Song Jian really couldn't listen to it anymore, Yunyan Temple had this pair of masters and apprentices, and he deserved to be lost.

It didn't take long for an ambulance to arrive.

The two male nurses carried a stretcher, went upstairs in a flicker, put Song Jian on the stretcher, and carried it downstairs.

Obviously, these two male nurses are also well-informed and immobile patients, and they have seen a lot.

It's just that this Song Jian is really a little too shabby, he actually lives in a temple, and he Chinese New Year's Eve it, and he sends it to a sanatorium, this person is really desolate.

Soon, the ambulance drove Song Jian to the Pingjiang area and stopped in a rehabilitation and sanatorium.

When Song Jian was carried down, he took a look, this sanatorium is called "Warm Rehabilitation Medical Center", the building in the hospital is quite good, and the backyard is a large recuperation and fitness base.

got on the cart, and Song Jian was pushed to ward No. 205 on the second floor of the backyard.

The ward is just an ordinary ward, in addition to Song Jian, there is also a patient lying on the bed, the trachea has been cut, and can only hum and chirp, this patient should be a patient with cerebral thrombosis and the respiratory tract cannot normally discharge sputum, resulting in difficulty breathing.

At this moment, the patient was stuck with a tube all over his body, and the machine next to him was "dripping".

"Old monk Yunkong, you cheat me," Song Jian saw this medical environment, and scolded secretly in his heart, although the room was quite large, but being in the same ward with such a patient was really a little depressed.

Hao Bei has always been by Song Jian's side.

Song Jian instructed: "Hao Bei, you can help me change the ward." ”

Hao Bei looked around, cried with a sad face, and said: "No money, let me tell you, this room is still from the master with empty gloves and white wolves, and the hospital is for the sake of the master is a high-ranking monk, so he pulled you here." ”

"Damn, this stinky monk," Song Jian couldn't help but scold, "When he came, he also said that he paid 60,000 yuan for hospitalization." ”

At this time, Song Jian's mobile phone rang.

Hao Bei helped Song Jian pick it up and put it in Song Jian's ear.

"Song Jian, what's wrong? Why didn't you answer overnight, and you didn't answer my call? Xu Si's anxious voice came from the other side.

"I'm sorry, something happened," Song Jian said in a low voice, after thinking about it, Song Jian still told Xu Si the truth, "Xu Si, I'm in Pingjiang Warm Rehabilitation and Sanatorium now, you bring some money, come here, I need your help." ”

"Okay, okay, you wait for me, I'll be there soon." Xu Si's voice was full of concern.

Hanging up the phone, Song Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and when Xu Si arrived with the money, he should be able to change to a good ward.

"Rounds, rounds, huh? How can you be a fat monk," a middle-aged doctor with gold-rimmed glasses walked into the ward, followed by four or five young doctors, and behind the doctors was a group of chirping little nurses.

In this rehabilitation hospital, there are not many doctors, but there are many nurses, after all, most of the patients transferred here are some patients who are out of danger and cannot take care of themselves.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses first looked at the tracheotomy patient's bed at the door and said, "Everything is smooth for the patient, at this time, the sputum aspirator can draw sputum every four hours, and train the patient to cough up sputum on his own." ”

The young doctor behind him hurriedly wrote it down.

The man turned around and walked to Song Jian's bed.

Hao Jie shrank back, his surname was very introverted, and he was very shy when there were many people, but although he shrank in front of the bed, his small eyes instantly swept the group of little nurses behind.

Song Jian looked at the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses in front of him, and felt very familiar.

The middle-aged man was also stunned when he saw Song Jian, and then laughed contemptuously, "Ouch, isn't this the little miracle doctor?" Why, little miracle doctor, you also have times when you can't cure your own illness? I'll see, I'll see what's wrong with you? ”

When Song Jian heard this voice, he suddenly remembered that this person was the director he met in the Third Annex, Qi Fei. At that time, Qi Fei was fooling Ma Deshui and was bumped into by Song Jian, who exposed Qi Fei's tricks on the spot in order to make money.

Unexpectedly, this Qi Fei actually came to this rehabilitation hospital, and Song Jian himself became his patient.

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The four chapters have finally been updated.,I'm so tired.,For the sake of Erya's trustworthiness.,Give some support.。 Well, go to bed, go to bed early and get up early, it's better to maintain health than practicing "Yijin Jing", haha