"Look at the news."

"A general strike of 50,000 junior doctors in a certain country."

Zhao Sheng shook his head slightly and said to Song Wei.

"Huh?"

"The doctor can still strike?"

Song Wei was a little puzzled, but she still took out her mobile phone and searched for what Zhao Sheng said.

Sure enough, after a little search, Song Wei saw such a news.

[50,000 doctors in one country, a general strike! ] 】

A closer look reveals that it was the second round of strikes held by nearly 50,000 junior doctors in a certain country since last year's general strike due to the failure to reach an agreement with the government on wage increases.

According to the BMA, a medical association in one country, there had been five weeks of negotiations between the association and the government on an actual reduction in pay, but government representatives were still unable to come up with an effective solution, and in this round of negotiations, the government proposed an 8 to 10 percent salary increase, which fell far short of the medical association's requirement of a 35 percent increase.

"This... What happens when a doctor strikes a sick patient? ”

Song Wei said with some incomprehension.

"What else can be done, a hospital in a certain country has announced the closure of the accident and emergency department, which is similar to our emergency department, and many hospitals have called on people to use emergency services only in real emergency situations."

Zhao Sheng said with a slight smile.

"It's not going to work on our side."

"Besides, what does it mean to be really urgent, and people have to die to go to the hospital?"

Song Wei said.

"Of course it won't work, whoever dares to do this, I'm afraid that the ashes will be raised in the next second."

"Doctors are just a normal profession, and of course they can strike."

Zhao Sheng said.

Dare to strike?

Believe it or not, the hospital smashed people in the next second.

A single small hospital, a medical staff strike to ask for wages or something, at most will attract a little attention.

But tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of doctors and nurses are striking at the same time?

Every minute the dust is lifted for you.

"And does this strike work?"

Song Wei asked with some curiosity.

"Isn't the 30 percent salary increase that people are asking for already 10 percent already achieved, of course useful."

Zhao Sheng said.

In ancient and modern times, children who can cry and make trouble have milk to eat, and there is no exception.

"Doctor Zhao, you're not going to do this, are you?"

Song Wei looked at Zhao Sheng fixedly for a while, and then asked with some uncertainty.

"People can do that, but we can't."

"I want to live a few more years of good life now."

Zhao Sheng said.

If it really works, then he definitely spares his life, but it's a pity.

"That's right."

Song Wei nodded.

"Otherwise, how can you say that everyone likes Sun Dasheng."

Zhao Sheng suddenly said with some sighs.

[As soon as the wind and thunder rise from the earth, there will be a pile of refined white bones. A monk is a fool and can still be trained, and a demon is a ghost.

The golden monkey rose up with a thousand sticks, and Yuyu clarified thousands of miles. Hail Sun Dasheng today, only because the demon fog has returned. 】

How well said.

At this time, Zhao Sheng's mobile phone rang, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was Mr. Tang calling.

Zhao Sheng answered the phone and finished the matter in three or two sentences.

"Is it your phone number from Teacher Tang?"

Song Wei smiled, looked at Zhao Sheng and said.

"Wait a minute, a high paraplegic patient is going to be sent over, and I will take him for an examination first."

Zhao Sheng nodded and said to Song Wei.

"Okay."

Song Wei nodded.

After a while, the elevator door opened, and a middle-aged woman who looked very aura pushed out of a wheelchair, and on the wheelchair sat an old lady in her seventies, with a very temperamental appearance.

Behind the wheelchair, followed by Ai Ling and Teacher Tang.

Teacher Tang called just now, and this is what he said, Ai Ling's teacher Chen Hong, who has been a high paraplegic for many years, and wants to come to see a doctor, which is what he agreed with Zhao Sheng before.

As for this middle-aged woman, she is the daughter of Chen Lao Artist, who is engaged in an orchestra.

His wife and wife followed, and Zhao Sheng naturally wanted to saddle up before and after the horse.

"Ah Sheng, this is the old Chen I told you."

"Head Liu, this is Lao Yu's student, Zhao Sheng."

Ai Ling introduced Zhao Sheng and Chen Hong's daughters respectively.

As for the old lady, she is already in a state of speechlessness.

"Hello Dr. Zhao, I'm sorry for you."

Head Liu also said very politely, to be honest, she didn't have much hope for accompanying her old mother this time, after all, over the years, she had accompanied her old mother to too many hospitals and seen too many doctors.

Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, or even a qigong master, she has found many people to show her mother, but without exception, there is no way to deal with the situation of the old mother.

"Come here, check first."

Zhao Sheng nodded, and there was no politeness.

However, he also had some doubts in his heart, Captain Liu?

What regimental commander?

"Please come with me."

Song Wei, who was standing on the side, naturally took over and said.

Just stayed, Song Wei took the mother and daughter to go for an examination first.

Zhao Sheng brought Teacher Tang and his wife Ai Ling to his office.

"Ah Sheng, you can do this office."

As soon as he came in and saw Zhao Sheng's office, his wife Ai Ling smiled and said.

"Master, what do you drink, if you want flower tea, I only have honey black tea here."

Zhao Sheng said to Ai Ling.

"Everything."

Ai Ling nodded disappreciatively and began to visit Zhao Sheng's office.

"I'll do it."

Teacher Tang opened Zhao Sheng's tea cabinet with ease, took out a jar of honey black tea, and then made a cup for Ai Ling and himself.

Drinking tea and sitting on the sofa, Zhao Sheng asked Ai Ling with some confusion: "Master, what kind of regiment is this Liu Regiment Leader?" ”

"Orchestra, what kind of group can it be?"

Ai Ling took a sip of honey black tea, felt that the taste was okay, and continued.

"Mr. Liu is the leader of the Philharmonic Orchestra, and this orchestra is considered to be the top in China."

Teacher Tang explained.

"It's an unofficial orchestra, isn't it?"

Zhao Sheng said.

The difference between the two is that the symphony orchestra is the official queen, and the philharmonic orchestra belongs to a non-governmental organization.

"I didn't think you knew this."

Teacher Tang said with some surprise.

"You and your wife are both engaged in art, of course I need to understand something."

Zhao Sheng smiled and said.

As a member of a certain orphanage, his wife Ai Ling is basically a parent to him.

There is also the teacher Yu Zhongbo, basically, the relationship between him and the teacher is the relationship between the old and the dead.

"Ah Sheng, Xiao Tang, if you have children in the future, do you want to study medicine or art?"

Mrs. Ai Ling suddenly asked the two.

"It's okay to study medicine, it's easy to engage in art or something."

Hearing his wife's words, Zhao Sheng immediately said subconsciously.

Don't let your children suffer the hardships you have suffered.

(End of chapter)