"That's right, originally, this time, Zhang Bo paid 600,000 yuan, my Lao Huang and Liu Yang paid 300,000 yuan, and Dean Miao's family was not in Zhongcun, so he also paid 300,000 yuan. The money is basically the same, and when you take out a little loan, things will be settled, but I didn't expect that the villagers in our village would have to donate a part. There are also many enthusiastic people on Brother Meng's side who take some of it. In this way, in this way, the clinic can be built without a loan. Later, as soon as we summed it up, let's just hold a donation ceremony before starting work, but I didn't expect that how did the village chief Tan Yi know about Lu Dao, this matter has nothing to do with him, if everyone opposes his appearance here. Now let him quit immediately. Huang Zhongyi made the problem clear in a few words.

"I'm also here to donate, why do you want me to quit." Tan Yi took out a wad of RMB from his arms and fell on the table, there were more than 20,000.

"Folks." Zhang Bo appeared in front of everyone, and everyone's eyes turned to him. Miao Er thought to herself: The savior is coming.

"Folks, thank you for your support in the renovation of the clinic, to be honest, for many years, we have not had a decent clinic, and the infusions are all on chairs, and there are not enough beds. The houses behind him are damp on rainy days. Now we are faced with the reality of a house leak. The construction of the clinic is a century-old plan, which is the guarantee of physical and mental health, and we will become a branch of the township hospital in the future. However, this donation ceremony was cancelled. Zhang Bo said excitedly.

"No, you can't do this master, Dr. Zhang, everyone is running for you, only with you can there be hope, you can use the money you get from your wife's life, and we will also take out a little, not a donation, or we won't leave, until you agree, or we won't start work." A voice in the crowd shouted.

"Yes, as long as you take it. Anything. Someone chimed in.

"That's it, don't be too stubborn." Someone said again.

Miao Er pushed Zhang Bola aside, and the two briefly exchanged opinions. Zhang Bo turned around and walked to the table.

"Folks, let's do it, I'll keep today's money and leave my name. Even if I borrow from everyone, this money will definitely be returned to everyone, for the sake of my face, and let Village Chief Tan take the lead. Zhang Bo looked for Tan Yi, Tan Yi took advantage of people's inattention, took his money and ran out of the gate, Zhang Bo's words, he had to turn back.

"Tan Yi took the money and ran away." Someone shouted.

Everyone laughed.

"Aren't I coming back?" Tan Yi was embarrassed.

"I'm talking two words, Dean Miao's house is in the city. For the clinic to be busy, for what, for the health of the people, she took money, sent us doctors, and contacted the construction team for us, whether it was the spirit of Lei Feng or the spirit of Jiao Yulu. Zhang Bo said excitedly. There were tears in his eyes.

"Those who go down to the village, line up and start donating money." Meng Lingjun shouted. With the shouting, everyone lined up. Register gradually, and pile after pile of RMB on the table and put it into the donation box.

"The people from the East Village are lining up here." Liu Yang also greeted. With the sound of greetings, the long queue lined up, and those in Uemura and Nakamura also began to line up. It's all on Wu Qing's side.

Zhang Bo and Miao Er walked into the clinic, there was nothing in the room, only some loose pieces of paper, and the place was about to become a ruin. On this ruin, a high-rise building will be built. It symbolizes people's health and will never lament the lack of medical treatment.

"The east is red, the sun is rising." Zhang Bo's mobile phone rang, and Zhang Bo took it out and answered it.

"Brother, I'm in the school office, I'm afraid I can't." It was Zhu Rong's intermittent voice, the sound of the phone falling on the floor.

"What's going on?" Miao Er found that Zhang Bo was shocked and hurriedly asked.

"Zhu Rong has a myocardial infarction, quickly, let Lan Zhenzhen and them go to the rescue." Sweat broke out on Zhang Bo's forehead. He walked out of the clinic office with Miao'er, out of the gate, and mechanically walked towards the village committee compound. No one paid attention to what they were doing.

Upper Village Middle School, which has eight classes, from the first grade to the eighth grade of junior high school, is located at the west intersection of the village.

Zhang Bo drove the car and pulled Lan Zhenzhen and Li Yimiaoer into Shangcun Middle School. When I entered the gate and walked straight, I saw a lot of people gathered around the door of the office in front of me. Zhang Bo and the others quickly got out of the way, and the students and teachers quickly got out of the way. They hurried into the office. At the desk by the window, Zhu Rong's face was pale, and a female teacher was beating her chest.

"Oxygen!" Lan Zhenzhen gave the command. Li Yi put the portable oxygen cylinder on the table, opened the oxygen mask and inhaled it for Zhu Rong. Her face was clammy and cold, and her lips were purple. While Zhang Bo and Miao Er were inhaling oxygen, they set Zhu Rong up and laid him flat on two desks together.

"Cardiac resuscitation." Lan Zhenzhen said to Miao'er. Miao Er folded her hands and pressed on the chest area.

"Poison Fur!" It was Lan Zhenzhen's voice again, she was measuring Zhu Rong's blood pressure. Li Yi quickly opened the first aid kit. took out the poisonous hair trichin, pulled out the syringe, untied Zhu Rong's belt, lifted it with his hand, and injected it into the gluteus maximus.

"120, in the city!" Lan Zhenzhen said.

"We'll fight before you come, I guess it's almost there." The back-beating female teacher's eyes were red from crying, and she was in her twenties like a new teacher with a doll face.

"Dodge, dodge, dodge." The sirens of 120 came from far and near, and the car whistled to the front of the office.

The doctors hurried into the office with a stretcher, and the doctor skillfully opened the stretcher, Miao Er was not performing, and put Zhu Rong on the stretcher with Zhang Bo.

"The rescue process, talk." A middle-aged female doctor asked Lan Zhenzhen, the female doctor was wearing a mask, and no one could see her appearance, Lan Zhenzhen said a few words briefly, and Li Yi helped carry the stretcher and put it in the ambulance.

Zhang Bo also got into the ambulance.

"Let's go, let's go back first, I'll drive my brother's car." Miao Er said.

Lan Zhenzhen was sweating all over his face and sat in the car with hot air.

"Don't talk about it when you go back, work as usual, start work as usual today, and say that my brother went to the city to set off flowers and firecrackers." Miao Er said, very much like a commander.

"It's up to you." Lan Zhenzhen said.

The rescue room of the People's Hospital.

Zhang Bo and Li Yi were waiting outside the door. Thirty minutes later, Zhu Rong was withdrawn and transferred to the intensive care unit. Zhang Bo and Li Yi smiled: This means that Zhu Rong is resurrected, although it is dangerous, there is hope for recovery.

"Jingle bells." Zhang Bo's mobile phone rang, and Zhang Bo took out his mobile phone to answer the phone.

"How is Sister Zhu?" Miao Er's anxious voice.

"Now I'm transferred to the intensive care unit." Zhang Bo told her happily.

"There is hope for recovery, brother, don't be too nervous." Miao Er can't rest assured that Zhang Bo is not at ease.

"I'm a doctor, how can I not be rational." Zhang Bozhi said that Miao Er was worried.

"Brother, when you come back for a while, the masses refuse to leave after donating money." Miao Er said.

"For what?" Zhang Bo asked.

"They said they wanted to see you take the money with their own eyes." Miao Er was very excited, as if her voice was a little choked.

"I'll go back right away and give them an explanation." Zhang Bo calmed down.

"Li Yi, I'll be back soon." After Zhang Bo finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the corridor.

In the Reclining Buddha Middle Village Clinic, the tall figure of the forklift stands in the courtyard, and the people in the courtyard are waiting for Zhang Bo. Zhang Bo drove to the gate and got out of the car, and walked through the crowd to the table. The 100 yuan on the table was a pile of yuan, like a small mountain, with a red light in the daylight.

"Dr. Zhang is back." "Then we'll be relieved." "We can go."

"I thank you for your trust in me, and I thank my parents and fellow villagers for their understanding of me." Zhang Bo bent down and bowed three times. People were in an uproar and saw Zhang Bo flowing all over his face.

"I want to set up a monument of merit and a monument next to the clinic, so that the younger generations can know how we love them. The money, put it in my name first, please rest assured, you must use this money to the best of your ability. Zhang Bo said emotionally.

"Okay, we'll have it if we need to."

"We can trust you, and we are gone."

"If you have something to do, just pass it on to Lao Huang, Yilan, and Brother Meng."

Zhang Bo looked at the people in the courtyard, the sun shining on his moist tearful face, very beautiful.

"Dean Miao, Ling Jun, Liu Yang put away the money, set off firecrackers, and set off firecrackers."

This time, Xiao Mingzi had already placed firecrackers and firecrackers in the middle of the yard, and people tried to avoid them, and Xiao Ming lit them with cigarette butts.

The forklift driver drove full horsepower, and the dilapidated clinic was just a few shovels, and it was instantly reduced to rubble.

Miao'er They packed four large canvas bags of RMB, which were very heavy and heavy.

"Uncle more than 4.8 million." Meng Lingjun said.

"This is the heart and blood of the five village fathers and villagers." Zhang Bo told him.

Miao Er loaded the money into Zhang Bo's car, and then ordered Liu Yang to go up. Yilan got into Miao'er's car on the side of the road, and people hid on the grass felt on the side of the road to watch the forklift knock down the courtyard wall and gate. Zhang Bo poked his head out of the car and said silently in his heart: My ruins, farewell. I bid you farewell, and on you I will build a higher and greater ruin.

People's eyes followed the two cars away, and the firecracker salute was still ringing. (To be continued......)