The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rain is still too frequent during the rainy season.

"The road ahead is blocked, let's wait for the rain to stop before walking." Ye Ling could only say to the girl who opened the taxi.

She pinched her nose a little crampedly: "Okay, wait for the rain to stop." ”

Next to it is the service station, which runs in the style of a hotel.

Ye Ling's journey has to be driven for several days, and the evening is almost to rest in such a hotel, but it is only 10 o'clock in the morning and you have to settle here, but there is a sofa in the hotel, so wait here until the road is cleared.

It was so dark outside that I couldn't tell it was 10 o'clock in the morning.

On the contrary, those who protested and marched looked a little rain or shine.

"Protest over there?" Ye Ling said to the front desk of the hotel.

"It's a strike, and now it's better in this hotel, and the service station outside has stopped working."

This is also a common occurrence, because some service stations are contracted by outsiders.

There is a question of ownership involved, it stands to reason that these service stations should be built by the government, but some of them are outsourced.

To put it simply, due to the limited funding of the government, the service station is simply sold to an individual or a company for operation.

However, this kind of strike will occur at the service stations of some black-hearted enterprises, which is actually not a big deal, and if it cannot be resolved through negotiation in the end, there will be new contractors.

However, it is really not easy to make a fuss like this, because Ye Ling walked in one direction, and there was no way back, so he could only wait for these people to get out of the way.

Demonstrations and protests, which were originally meant to be a way to combat wrongdoing, always ended up causing losses to irrelevant people, who were so hot-headed that they were willing to bother others.

"These people seem to have called an ambulance just now, and it seems that someone else is injured." The nurse at the front desk said.

"I'm injured, it's a mountainous area, and it's at least half an hour if the ambulance comes."

Depending on the road, it takes half an hour for an ambulance to come and another half hour or so to get to the next service station.

Every service station has a doctor in case of an emergency, but there won't be one among the strikers today.

Thinking of this possibility, Ye Ling couldn't sit still.

He picked up his suitcase and walked out, he was still a little uneasy, that drive

The girl also walked out with him.

The protesters next to him shouted there in the wind and rain, and Ye Ling couldn't help but admire their perseverance.

In front of the gate of the service station, there was only an anxious little boy who looked to be only eight or nine years old.

The girl who was driving asked, "What's wrong, kid." ”

"I'm waiting for an ambulance, my dad is hurt." Although he was anxious, he did not cry, but appeared calm.

"I'm a doctor, you can help you, where is your dad now." Ye Ling said.

The little boy pushed the door open, and his father lay on the chaise longue in the doorway, with some bandages wrapped around his body and bandaged quite carelessly.

And his face was full of pain, and on the shirt next to him were his ID and a medical record.

"Where's the operating room?" It seems that the situation is not very good, the description in the medical record is extremely dangerous, and Ye Ling can only do the operation by himself.

But the boy shook his head, he didn't know where the operating room was.

Ye Ling immediately put down the box in his hand, and he braved the rain to walk towards the protesters.

"Doctor? Is that the doctor here? Ye Ling used all his strength to shout, otherwise he would not be able to suppress the voices of these people at all.

"I, I am." A man said.

Ye Ling pulled him out, dragged him back to the service station directly, and asked, "Where is the operating room?" ”

"Smashed." He replied with great ease.

Ye Ling's fire came up in an instant: "You wrote this medical record?" ”

The medical record said that the patient's ribs were fractured and his internal organs were ruptured, and this kind of injury would be more dangerous if it dragged on for a minute, and he actually smashed the operating room.

"Didn't you have surgery?" Ye Ling asked with a strong pressure on the fire.

"I bandaged my wounds and I'm on strike right now." The man felt like he was doing the right thing.

"Are you still a doctor?" Ye Ling pulled his collar and yelled.

The man obviously sprinkled: "You count, you have surgery, what are you?" Pretend to be a good person. ”

Ye Ling smiled when he said this: "Yes, I'm not a doctor, I don't have a license, I'm here to make money." ”

"Make money?" The man froze.

"I cost a million for this surgery, of course I'm going to do it?"

The girl who followed was also surprised: "Doctor, you?

”

"This person is a banker, and the watch in his hand alone is nearly a million, what's wrong with me making his money." Ye Ling smiled, as if he was a greedy person.

"Cut, you save it, so you don't do my business." The man ran over again to protest.

"Doctor, are you really right?" The girl didn't agree with Ye Ling's approach, she thought that this was an act of taking advantage of the fire to rob.

Ye Ling asked without raising his eyelids: "How about if I give you half of it and let you help me." ”

The girl shook her head: "I'll help you, but I don't want any of this dirty money." "Her attitude was very categorical.

Ye Ling pulled the boy next to him: "Are you willing to let me save your father?" ”

The boy nodded, this little guy looked manly, which made Ye Ling feel much more mature than the one in his own family.

"Okay, how about you write a million to the person who finally saved my dad?" Ye Ling took out paper and pen.

The boy nodded and wrote the words with his little hands.

Surgery begins.

Ye Ling began to perform internal organ surgery, this time the surgical process is extremely dangerous, it can be said that if it is a little later, it will really be useless.

Ye Ling's nimble scalpel roamed over the patient's body, constantly treating the wounds in the internal organs.

Finally, the operation was successfully over, and Ye Ling sutured the patient's wound, but he finished the knot and said, "You come with the last scissors." ”

The girl was a little strange, the scissors were in his hand, why did he let her cut them.

Ye Ling said: "Okay, now that the operation is complete, this contract will take effect." He had the piece of paper in his hand.

"Oops, oops." Ye Ling suddenly pretended to regret it: "Why should I add a final." ”

"Eventually?"

"I didn't do the last step, so what can I do?" Ye Ling said with the paper.

Only then did the girl understand what Ye Ling meant: "Doctor, you? ”

"I've seen your medical records, heart valve problems, I can do this surgery, the price is a million, I've received it." Ye Ling shook the paper in his hand and smiled.

"Doctor, you really are." The girl didn't know what to say.

"Don't say I'm a good person, I won't lose any money I should receive, and besides, I'm going to give that doctor an education."

Saying that, Ye Ling clenched his fists and walked out.