644 Hospital Incident

Baicao Hospital.

The end of Chen hour.

Qingshi and Xiaochen came out of the infectious disease ward after making rounds. There were currently seven syphilis patients receiving treatment there. Each patient lived in a separate room and was served by their own people in their daily lives.

There is a wash room outside the infectious area, where special people boil and wash outerwear, hats, and shoe covers. The washed items are then exposed to the sun or baked before being sent back to the special cloakroom for reuse.

"I wonder if the eldest master and the master have arrived yet? They should have arrived in the past two days. They suffered so much on the way. Not to mention the poor food, they couldn't even stay at an inn."

Xiao Chen also looked worried. "These are all small matters. What I fear most is a plague. I haven't been able to sleep well these past few days. Hey, why is there so much noise up ahead?"

The two even used light skills. When they arrived at the outpatient department, they saw a group of people surrounding Wu Jun, Wen Zhu and others. The men had red eyes and wanted to fight, while the women were howling.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Wu Jun was furious: "Just a moment ago, they brought us a child who had fallen into the water. He was already dead when we received him. I wanted to use the method my master taught me to see if I could save him. As soon as I used a punch, they stopped me and said I had beaten the child to death. There were so many people watching. How could such a punch kill someone?"

Qingshi shouted, "A person who fell into the water and was breathless may be saved for a short while at first, but if you block him like this, I'm afraid it's impossible to save him. I wonder if my junior brother beat him up? We'll report it to the police and ask for a coroner. It's rare for a family member to block a doctor from saving his life like you do."

The family was stunned. A middle-aged couple knelt down and said, "Please, doctor, save my son."

Sun Yat-sen hurried over.

He said sullenly, "Qingshi, for the sake of the child, you should give it a try. No matter what his family is like, the child is still so young."

Qingshi and Wenzhu rushed to rescue him on the spot.

Sun Yat-sen looked at these people with a dark face.

"If a child falls into the water, you should have learned first aid methods, so you can give the child first aid by yourself, and this will not delay the best time for first aid.

If you are in the city, you should not rush here, but find the nearest medical clinic.

You guys are so good. When the child arrived here and was dead, you didn't think of asking the doctor here to try on the child, even if there was a slight possibility.

These people are all disciples of the Little Medical Saint. They have followed the Eldest Young Master and the Little Medical Saint around the country. Which one of them doesn’t have some skills?

I am Sun Wen, the accountant here. If there is a real disturbance, I will report it to the police and the Dali Temple will come to examine it. These onlookers are all witnesses. The truth will be revealed in less than a quarter of an hour. Can you blackmail our hospital?"

Everyone who came lowered their heads.

They were also extremely anxious.

This hospital is run by two marquises. Even Mr. Sun is a fifth-rank official in the capital. How could they blackmail the hospital?

It was just a momentary fit of frustration.

Time passed by little by little, and the child didn't react at all.

Sun Yat-sen hurriedly asked the onlookers to disperse. His heart sank. The child was only seven or eight years old. It was such a pity to see him die like this.

Seeing that Qingshi had no strength left, Wu Jun quickly took over and continued pressing.

"Spitting water, look, the child is spitting water." A bystander shouted.

"I didn't expect that I could be resuscitated after I died. Pressing and breathing really worked."

"Yes, yes."

…

Wenzhu and a few others also breathed a sigh of relief. The child vomited a lot of water, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him blankly, without any spirit at all.

"Yuanbao, my Yuanbao, come and look at mother. Is it hurt anywhere?" The woman rushed over.

The child still said nothing.

The man was a little panicked and asked Qingshi: "Doctor, why doesn't my son speak? Why doesn't he cry?"

Xiaochen squatted down and pulled up the boy's arm to examine him.

"He was drowned for a long time, so water may have entered his lungs, and his brain may have been deprived of air for a short period of time. If all goes well, he will be fine after treatment. If all goes well, he will become unresponsive in the future, which is commonly known as dementia."

"Ah?" the man exclaimed and the woman cried.

The people around him also sighed.

It's good to save him, but if he becomes a fool, what will he do in the future?

Sun Wen said: "As far as I know, there is a slight chance that this situation can be cured."

The couple and everyone around them looked at Sun Wen.

Sun Wen said, "But as I said before, if the child is cured, your family will sign an agreement with the hospital. If the child is cured, everyone will be happy. If the child is not cured, you cannot blame anyone, let alone the hospital. It's just like before, when the child got into trouble before you even got to the hospital, but you blamed us.

There are many people here today, and everyone can see it clearly. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be difficult to explain even if you are right?"

The couple looked at each other and nodded. The man said, "I will treat it and I will sign it. No matter what happens, it is our fate. We will not blame the hospital. So many people here today can testify for us."

Sun Wen nodded and said, "In that case, I will write an agreement right away and ask the people around to select three witnesses for us. We will not trouble you in vain and will provide three free consultations to his family or himself. The cost of the medicine for these three consultations will also be reduced by 20%."

"I'm here. I've always been here." A middle-aged man stood up.

His mother goes to the clinic so many times a year that he definitely cannot take the chance of such a good thing.

Soon several more people stood up.

You’d be a fool not to take advantage of this.

Medicines this year are not cheap. Besides, Dr. Guang’s consultation fee is twenty cents per visit, and three visits is not too little. You can even buy three pounds of meat.

"Alright, alright, that's enough, let's just take the three people in front, so that everyone present today can get two steamed buns. Dalin, count the number of people and go to the kitchen."

Sun Yat-sen quickly wrote the agreement in two copies on the table next to him, had people sign and seal it, kept one copy for himself, and gave the other party one copy.

"You guys pay the deposit, Qingshi, and treat the child well. Try to cure him as much as possible, otherwise his life will be ruined."

Qingshi nodded and replied, "Yes, sir."

He picked up the child and went to the emergency room. Seeing that the child's eyes had brightened up a bit, he felt a lot more relieved.

The eldest son and the master are not in the hospital. They both seem to have lost their backbone. Young Master Changqing went to Baicaotang today as there were some things to be dealt with in the medical clinic. I heard that the old boss was worried that the eldest son and the others were seriously ill.

Fortunately, sir is here.

After Sun Wen dealt with the turmoil, he simply sat down in the hall. Qingshi and the others were still too young, as was Changqing. He had to take care of the family until the eldest master and the others came back.

I don't know what's going on in Yuhang? Is it dangerous?

The plague is more ferocious than a tiger. I heard that the imperial court has received letters in this regard. I wonder if they can control this disaster?

Young Master, be safe. You must come back safely.