"Bang, bang, bang, ......"

"Bang, bang......"

"Bang dang!" Weaver Aunt Wang stopped the loom and was about to get up to get water, and by the way, she went to see what Aunt Zhang had made lunch today.

Just wiped away the sweat that had gathered up to her chin along her cheeks, and Aunt Wang watched An Ji tilt from the chair and faint.

"An Ji! Anji: What's wrong with you? ”

Aunt Wang took three steps and two steps, rushed to An Ji's side, and saw that the latter was already a little unconscious, so the sweat that she had just wiped down was crawling all over her face.

"Quick, call 120!" The loom in the factory was working, and I couldn't even hear the sound of speech clearly, if it wasn't for Aunt Wang's chance to see it, no one might have noticed An Ji who had fainted for a while.

Aunt Wang roared like this, and everyone in the factory realized that something was wrong, and quickly sorted out the work under their hands and ran to An Ji's side.

An Ji, who was in a daze, was still thinking about the unwound silk thread: "I still don't understand this......"

"This kid is talking nonsense."

"Hurry up and carry it to the outside of the factory, it is estimated that it is heat stroke, and the ambulance will have to wait for a while." Aunt Zhang also hurried over from the kitchen on the side, commanding several weavers and aunts in the factory, and a group of people carried An Ji outside the factory.

"Oops, it's so much cooler out here." In the factory, it was like a wet sauna, and the sweat was flowing down, and when I got out of the factory, I felt that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Before the ambulance came, Aunt Zhang went in and out, and also took out the silk cloth fan with bamboo bones, and fanned the wind towards An Jimao vigorously, completely ignoring how incompatible with the four words 'Yayun Qingfeng' next to the ink plum on the silk fan was.

"An Ji, how's it going? Better? ”

An Ji was very weak, but he just raised his hand and gave a response to several aunts and uncles.

"Tick Woo Woo ......"

In the end, it was in HZ City, the ambulance came quickly, and the doctor took a look at An Ji's state, and then made a rough judgment and lifted An Ji into the ambulance.

More than a dozen people gathered around, and they couldn't help but add a little pressure to the doctor on the car: "It's not too serious, you don't have to worry, whoever calls 120, just go to the hospital with us." ”

Although the doctor said so, the uncles and aunts were still not at ease, so they had to follow, and asked which hospital the ambulance was going to send to, and they rode to the hospital......

"It's really hot."

"Who's to say it isn't?"

"How many days has it not rained in Hangzhou? Staying in the shade makes people sweat......"

"Oh, it's like it's cool during the rainy season!"

The blue sky is bright, and the smoke and lotus in the West Lake are a little burnt. In these days, I just hope to bring the last trace of water vapor back to the sky.

Whether it is a pedestrian traveler passing by, a rushing takeaway brother, or even the elegant ink monk Tao, it is indispensable to sigh for the scorching heat of stripping off the Jiangnan gauze.

"Heat stroke in this weather, you are outdoor workers?" Although the air conditioning in the ambulance is not too cool, it is still much better than outdoors, and An Ji's condition is much better, and the doctor on board can also distinguish himself and ask about the situation.

"It shouldn't be...... I think you're still a silk weaving factory, and you can still get heat stroke in the house? ”

In the face of a group of people in their fifties and sixties, aunts and uncles, doctors don't use those incomprehensible terms to communicate, they just talk about family life, and want to relax everyone's tense nerves.

"You can't have air conditioning in your factory, right?"

When the words came out, the doctor himself felt outrageous. I just heard that this Aunt Zhang is the owner of the factory, and she works in it, so she is still reluctant to pay for electricity?