Even if the object of helping the elderly is irresponsible, Zhang Lan feels that the other party should also make a phone call from time to time.

Zhang Lan is not looking for someone else, although Zhang Lan can treat the condition of the main elderly, there are other problems, and it is best to have someone to take care of it from time to time in the near future.

After asking the number, Zhang Lan charged the old man's mobile phone with 200 yuan, and he was already in arrears of more than 30 yuan, and it was better not to charge it if it was less.

After charging the phone bill, Zhang Lan put the mobile phone aside, got up and said to the old lady sitting on the sofa: "Grandma, let's go to the back, lie on the acupuncture bed and I'll give you acupuncture." ”

"Is it okay to sit here?" The old man asked with a difficult face.

Looking at the old man's clothes, Zhang Lan somewhat understood the old man's concerns, and said with a smile: "You can sit here, but don't move your legs when you wait for acupuncture, and you will have needles later." ”

Zhang Lan got up and went to the back acupuncture room to get things and change clothes, Yu Lingling followed behind and asked, "Zhang Lan, how should I register this grandma?" ”

"Isn't the household registration book there, just register it according to the household registration book, and I'll write it when you get sick or something." Zhang Lan said casually.

"How do you write the consultation fee?" Yu Lingling then asked.

Zhang Lan thought for a while and said: "If you don't have it, you just don't write it, do you still need to ask how to write this." ”

Pulling up the old lady's trouser legs, Zhang Lan looked at the skinny old man's legs and sighed in her heart.

But Zhang Lan didn't say anything, as the acupuncture needles pricked down one by one, Zhang Lan said to the old man: "Grandma, this should be left for a while, you must not move your legs when you sit here." ”

Seeing the old man nodding, Zhang Lan was still a little uneasy. After saying that, he pulled Yu Lingling to the side and asked her to look at the old man on the side.

How can you say it, after all, the old man is old, no matter how detailed you are instructed, no matter how good he promises. If no one is looking at him, the more he wants to do if you don't let him do anything.

Old children, old children, old children, after reaching a certain age, there is actually no difference between the old man and the ignorant child.

When Zhang Lan was sitting on the chair next to the desk and looking at her phone, Yu Lingling sat on the stool on the other side and chatted with the old man.

Zhang Lan didn't speak, but she pricked up her ears on the side.

With Yu Lingling's curious inquiry and the old man's answer, Zhang Lan was clear about the situation of the old man Wang Cuihua.

Wang Cuihua is eighty-six years old this year, and the following two daughters and a son have passed away early, it is said that her husband has a hereditary hypertension disease, and almost all three children died of similar diseases.

As for Wang Cuihua's health, she has always been very good, and she also took care of her granddaughter's local school a few years ago.

But after Wang Cuihua accidentally fell at her grandson's house two years ago, her body was getting worse day by day. Later, he needed to be taken care of, and at this time, the grandson's family began to feel that the old man was a burden.

After that, as they got along more and more badly, the old people were about to lose their foothold at home. Several visits by the community to mediation are also useless. In the end, in desperation, the old man moved out of his grandson's house, and with the coordination of the community, he found a nearby semi-deserted courtyard house and built a shed to live temporarily.

Later, the community also provided the elderly with subsistence allowances and other living guarantees, but as for the poor households mentioned by the old man, Zhang Lan just looked through the old man's documents and found nothing.

If the old man is really a poor household, not to mention anything else, the counterpart in charge of her alone will not let the old man be like this.

After waiting for half an hour to get the needle, Zhang Lan looked at the old man's mobile phone on the coffee table and sighed.

When the needle was raised, Zhang Lan released a Pudu sentient being to the old man, and did nothing else.

After thinking about it again, the old man who is almost ninety, there are no children below, and he expects the grandchildren below to support the elderly, Zhang Lan shook his head, if the older generation in the old man's family has this habit, it is fine, the juniors have the same example, and there will always be an old man to eat.

But if there are no elderly people in the family or no one has done it before, if you want to let the junior to support the elderly, this is indeed a bit difficult.

Moreover, there is a world of difference between the elderly who live independently and those who live semi-self-care.

Yu Lingling next to her had already registered the old man's situation, and after the acupuncture was finished, Zhang Lan took out the same thing as the old man and let her put it back by herself.

It's nothing else, the memory of the elderly will deteriorate when they get older, if it is not necessary, Zhang Lan will let the old man organize her own things as much as possible.

Otherwise, if the old man came to say that after seeing a doctor here in Zhang Lan, his things would be lost, wouldn't it be a commotion for nothing.

When everything was cleaned up, no one called the old man. This Zhang Lan can't take care of it, there are some things that he can't change, or he can't help so many people.

Sending the old man out of the gate and watching the old man slowly walk along the sidewalk, Zhang Lan sighed.

However, the old man now is much better than when she was about to push the door in from the outside just now, and I don't know how much better the situation is.

Back at the acupuncture hall, Yu Lingling asked Zhang Lan, who pushed the door in, "How should I remember seeing a doctor just now?" ”

"Just do it as usual. At most, it's just a consultation fee, and it's nothing if you don't charge it. Zhang Lan waved his hand and said.

Yu Lingling nodded and said, "Okay." But what if you come back another day? Just now you said that the state will reimburse the cost of treatment, what if people come back later? ”

"Come here again, just watch one or two people, it's nothing." The transparent panel appeared in front of Zhang Lan's eyes, looked at the merit numbers on it, and then Zhang Lan said to Yu Lingling with certainty.

In the case of what he could, when he encountered this human suffering, Zhang Lan definitely had to reach out to help.

When writing the outpatient medical records, Zhang Lan thought about it and took the mobile phone, just now he remembered that when the old man and Yu Lingling were chatting, he said that in the end, it was the street cadres who helped him.

In this way, Zhang Lan began to call people. To be honest, he really didn't expect such a thing to happen in this place in Kyoto. Regarding the street that the old man said in the end, she coordinated a semi-deserted courtyard house to build a shed, and this Zhang Lan felt even more incredible.

Even though Zhang Lan's new acupuncture hall is relatively secluded, Zhang Lan feels that the street should not lack eyes to the point of living in a semi-deserted courtyard house.

Whether it is demolition or reconstruction, inhabited and uninhabited are two completely different concepts. Not to mention that the current law also has a saying that buying and selling does not break the lease, Zhang Lan feels that the street is to coordinate a low-rent house for the elderly, and it is impossible for the elderly to build a shed to live in the courtyard.

Zhang Lan's phone was to Huang Yuanxiang, it is better to find her than to find anyone for this kind of thing, presumably Huang Yuanxiang should know the inside story here.

(End of chapter)