Money can make ghosts grind, and Zhang 10,000 saved his life naturally. The worker didn't have a penny, so he naturally stayed in the corner and was hastily disposed of with the medical waste.

The chief knife doctor personally guarded Zhang Yiwan and waited for his awakening.

The nurse asked the doctor, "I don't know who took care of this person's wound, and it took you two hours just to clean the wound after stuffing so much cotton into it." ”

The doctor shook his head, "Although his wound is simply bandaged, it must have been done by someone with medical knowledge." The edge of the knife did not hit the point, or Hua Tuo would have no way to be alive. ”

"Doctor, you are a Western doctor, Hua Tuo is a Chinese doctor, your example is inappropriate." The nurse said with a thought she was smart.

The doctor shook his head, "I was just a bone-setting doctor, and then I changed to Western medicine because I didn't make money by seeing Chinese medicine." Western medicine is effective, but it is easy to fall into the root of the disease. ”

"Ahh After waking up, Zhang Yiwan's painful face turned pale, and his eyes were about to pop out.

The doctor hurriedly pressed him, "Young man, don't dare to do this, your wound has not completely healed, and you will collapse like this." ”

"It hurts, it hurts... Zhang Yiwan kept repeating like crazy, and the whole person was still convulsed.

The doctor took out a needle from the medicine box, broke Zhang Shiwan's elbow, and slowly pushed the medicine in. Strange, Zhang Yiwan, who was still in unbearable pain just now, slowly calmed down. The nurse stared at her big eyes and asked suspiciously, "What kind of medicine are you using?" Anesthetics? ”

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Nonsense, how can anesthetics be used for the rest of the year, they will break the brain, this is... The doctor whispered in the nurse's ear.

"How can you give him that medicine?" The nurse was shocked.

"Be quiet." The doctor looked out the door.

"It's addictive, much more powerful than the cream of wealth." The nurse said in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's not a problem to use two once in a while, but you can't use it often, otherwise the side effects are too great, which is what I said is easy to fall into the root of the disease." The doctor put away the syringe.

After another two hours, Zhang Yiwan woke up, and the doctor was still staying by the bedside to accompany the golden rich man.

"Water!" Zhang Yiwan shouted softly.

The doctor dipped a cotton swab in water and wiped it on his lips. "You just had surgery and you can't drink water so quickly."

"Oh!" Zhang Yiwan replied and fell asleep again.

For a whole night, Zhang Yiwan woke up like this, and woke up and fell asleep dozens of times. Every ten minutes, Zhang Yiwan has to make such a fuss. The doctor was a little irritable, but looking at the dollars in his pocket, he still tried his best to take care of Zhang 10,000 carefully and patiently.

Early in the morning, Zhang Yiwan was woken up by the pain, and he convulsed again, "It hurts, it hurts, the needle from yesterday, give me another needle." ”

The doctor looked around, a little entangled in his heart, "It's not good to take too much medicine." ”

Zhang Yiwan grabbed the doctor's arm tightly, "I'll give you money, give me an injection, an injection." Zhang Yiwan shouted in a pleading tone.

The doctor was helpless, took out the needle and injected it into Zhang's elbow again.

Zhang Yiwan leaned on the needle and said to himself, "What kind of medicine is this, I don't shake anymore after I get it, and it doesn't hurt anymore, I don't know if I can sit up." ”

Zhang Yiwan tried to get up from the bed, but the doctor stopped him, "No, you are so seriously injured and need bed rest." ”

"How long do you have to rest?" Zhang Yiwan asked with dark circles under his eyes.

"At least three days." The doctor said.

"No, it's too late. Give me as much medicine as you have. Zhang Yiwan said.

"It's okay to use this medicine once in a while, but you can't use it often." The doctor said embarrassedly.

"Do you think I don't have any money?" Zhang Yiwan took out another handful of dollars from his pocket, "Is it enough?" ”

"It's not about money." The doctor slipped the money into his pocket.

"It's okay, my wound hurts so much, I can't do without this medicine these days!"

"I'm afraid that after a few days, you won't be able to do without this medicine for the rest of your life." The doctor muttered.

"What did you say?" Zhang Yiwan didn't hear clearly.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll go get you some medicine. Remember, I can't stand the pain and give myself an injection. The doctor advised.

Zhang Damin was targeted by several patrol officers after sending Shi San away smoothly at the train station. was about to be caught, but when passing by a small alley, Zhang Damin was in a hurry and climbed into the family's wall. The family was not there, so he picked up a few clothes from the yard and quietly left the yard after making sure it was safe.

At present, Zhang Damin is most worried about his son, who was sent to the hospital by Director Liang at that time, and now he must save his son. This is also the reason why he did not leave Hankou Station with Shi San.

How to go to the hospital to save my son?

There were two patrol guards outside the nursing ward of the hospital, and the two of them stayed for several days, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the hospital, and their bodies were all rancid.

The doctor came out of it, holding his nose and reluctant to approach the two stinking men.

"How's that little one?" Patrolman A asked.

"Just hung up a drip." The doctor looked at his watch, "It is estimated that it will be done in another forty minutes, you can go in and have a look, and come and call our nurse as soon as the liquid is finished." ”

"Such a little ancestor is about to toss us to death, and so is the director, so he has to send us such a job." The patrolman looked through the glass on the door to see how the little one was doing.

"The director asked us to do this, and naturally there is a reason for the director." Patrolman B tugged at his clothes.

"Just the two of us, you haven't forgotten to pat the director's ass! In the past few days, we haven't even returned home to serve this little guy, and I smell of stinky tofu. Does he know, Director? Does he just know that he can pay us overtime wages? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Patrolman B tugged at him harder.

"Why didn't you drag me on?" Patrolman A turned around, and the chief stood behind him with a pout.

"Director, me!" Patrolman A's face was full of fear.

"I'm not the director now!" The director rubbed his chin and said.

"Aang, you're down?" Patrol Officer A asked stupidly.

"You've just come down, the director is now the director, you pig." The patrol squadron leader directly slapped the patrol officer twice.

"Zhang Damin, this kid dares to run, his son is here, I see where he dares to run. Squadron leader, you and I are here waiting for him to die automatically. ”

"You two fuck off!" The squadron leader nudged them.

Patrolman A explained, "The chief, I have another matter here. ”

"What, you want overtime pay? I don't care about you! The director said angrily.

"No, the kid's needle... The two patrolmen were kicked out before they could finish speaking.