"I'll take the things, but I don't want the money. When you go to the research institute, you don't have to pay for my food and accommodation. You can take the money back." Zhong Guosheng refused to take the money.

Song Yun insisted, stuffing all the money and tickets into her bag, and said with a smile, "I'm not giving it to you for free. When you have more money in the future, you can return it to me."

Zhong Guosheng thought that he would be able to pay back the grant the institute had given him soon, so he stopped refusing. "Comrade Song Yun, I will never forget your kindness. If you need me in the future, just ask. I will never refuse."

Song Yun smiled and said, "Okay, I won't be polite to you when I need your help in the future."

The institute sent a car to pick up Zhong Guosheng. Song Yun watched Zhong Guosheng get in the car and waved through the half-lowered window, "Bodyguard."

The car left the hospital. Song Yun was about to turn around and leave when an ox cart entered the hospital yard. On the cart lay a bloody person. It was so cold and he didn't even have a blanket to cover himself. He was being pulled here in the cold wind.

The driver was an old man wearing an old cotton-padded jacket with several patches on it. He was a little hunchbacked, very thin, and looked in average spirits. After stopping the car, he first glanced at the person lying on the ox cart to confirm that the person was still alive, and then turned and walked towards the hospital.

Seeing Song Yun standing at the door in a white coat, he asked, "Comrade, are you a doctor at the hospital?"

Song Yun nodded, "I am."

The old man asked again, "Comrade, I'd like to ask, does your hospital admit people from the cattle shed?"

Song Yun nodded, "Of course I will. What's going on?" Song Yun walked over.

The old man sighed, "The cattle shed owners in our village used to be very peaceful, but today, I don't know what happened. A few people from the Revolutionary Committee came and beat someone up like this, and then they left without caring about anything."

Song Yun walked to the side of the cart to check the condition of the injured.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, already unconscious. His thin cotton coat was torn to shreds, and blood oozed out from the holes, leaving crisscrossing bloodstains all over his body, which was shocking to see.

Song Yun took a breath and said to the old man, "Wait a moment, I'll get someone to bring a stretcher."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

Song Yun brought two nurses, who carried the patient on a stretcher and took him to the clinic.

But when they heard that this man was a cowshed resident, the doctors and nurses all stayed away and were unwilling to get involved.

Even at the end of the movement, people still remain highly vigilant and repulsive towards those associated with the movement, which shows how great the impact of this movement was.

Song Yun just sighed in her heart and didn't say much. People tend to seek benefits and avoid harm, so it is normal to have such a reaction.

"Let me do it." Song Yun took a pair of gloves and put them on, then began to clean the wound of the unconscious man, apply medicine and bandage it.

The old man was watching from the side, and when he saw the young female doctor treating the wound very carefully and not perfunctorily at all, he knew he had met someone special.

Thinking about the doctors and nurses who had just fled as far away as they heard the word "cow shed", he couldn't help but sigh. How did this 㰱䦤 become like this? The cow ghost refers to a human being as a cow ghost, and the snake god sits high on the mirror platform.

After Song Yun finished treating the middle-aged man's wounds, she tore off her gloves, took a blank notebook, and began to write a medical record. She said to the old man, "Although there are no injuries to the bones, he has too many wounds on his body. He will probably have a fever. The best thing is to stay in the hospital for two days for injections and then be discharged when the wounds are healed."

The old man was in a dilemma. He only had two dollars on him and he didn't know if it was enough to pay for the medicine this time. Where would he get the money to stay in the hospital?

Song Yun asked again: "What's his name? Where does he live in the cowshed?"

The old man said, "We came from the Hongqi Brigade, Mengou Village. His surname is Zhong, 㳍Zhong Guochang."