Chapter 297: Which One Is Old Zhao Tou?
Sister Xiaowen and the villagers were all puzzled: What to listen to?
Still, the crowd quieted down and listened carefully.
There was a roar of the engine, faintly heard from a distance.
After a while, a villager whispered, "It seems that a car is coming." ”
"Well, it seems like there's more than one."
"Let's go out and have a look."
The villagers flocked out of the yard.
Xiaowen looked at Ye Wudao inexplicably: "Sanwa, what's going on with this voice?" ”
Ye Wudao: "You can go out and have a look." ”
"Hmm." Sister Xiaowen nodded.
Zhao Hu was anxious: "Xiaowen, it's not too late to take the dowry into the house first and then go out to see." ”
Sister Xiaowen hesitated for a moment and looked at Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao directly took her hand and walked out.
Zhao Hu grinned angrily: "Bastard, I want to see what tricks you can come up with." ”
On the mountain road in the distance, a large-scale convoy galloped towards this side.
When they got closer, they found that most of the convoy was ambulances.
It was followed by several buses.
This made the villagers wonder even more, what is the ambulance doing here? And so many more at once!
The roar of the engine made the whole village tremble.
In the end, the ambulance slowly stopped at the door of Lao Zhaotou's house.
The door opened, and hundreds of white coats stepped out of the car in an orderly manner.
Some villagers recognized the gang.
"Hey, these are the doctors of the city hospital, and the one who leads is the director of the city hospital."
"That's the director of the cardiology department, a doctor of medicine, I used to ask my relatives in the city to take care of my relationship, so it was easy to hang up his number."
"The whole city hospital is here?"
"I'm going, they're not going to move the city hospital to us."
", we are so poor and backward here, transportation is difficult, and people are kicked in the brains by donkeys, so they will move here."
The old dean walked out of the crowd and said, "Excuse me, which one is Lao Zhao?" ”
Old Zhao couldn't help but tremble.
Where has he ever seen such a big battle, and then he is a little famous by the other party, he is almost suffocated with nervousness, and his heart is beating wildly.
"I ...... I'm ......" Lao Zhao's voice trembled.
The old dean bowed respectfully and said, "Hello Mr. Zhao, I am the president of our People's Hospital. ”
"Someone has entrusted me to treat you, please cooperate."
As he spoke, the old dean waved his hand at the person behind him: "Work." ”
The gang of white coats immediately took action, setting up tents and tents, carrying instruments and carrying instruments, and taking medical herbs and medical herbs.
The entire city hospital has really been moved.
Ye Wudao didn't tell Steward Ye to see where Lao Zhao's illness was, so Steward Ye simply asked the entire Municipal People's Hospital to dispatch.
The crowd exploded.
it.
Sanjiang People's Hospital, a well-known tertiary hospital, worked tirelessly, trekked through mountains and rivers, traveled hundreds of kilometers, and came to this poor and remote land.
Just to give Lao Zhao a poor man a doctor!
, that's!
At the kind invitation of the old dean, Lao Zhao followed him into a tent tremblingly to diagnose and treat the disease.
He couldn't be happy at all now, and he was scared to death.
Sister Xiaowen swallowed and foamed wildly: "This ...... What's going on? Who the hell entrusted them to treat my father? ”
Ye Wudao took Sister Xiaowen's hand: "Sister Xiaowen, calm down, this is just the beginning." ”
"Below, there are even bigger surprises waiting for you."
Sister Xiaowen's eyes glared at the boss: "Sanwa, don't say it...... You arranged it. ”
Burst!
Zhao Hu on the side couldn't help laughing: "He? Hehe, you look down on him too much. ”
"He's a brick mover, if he can invite a doctor from the People's Hospital, I'll show you."