As soon as he rushed into the county hospital, Zhang Jianhao started shouting at the top of his lungs.

The nurse on duty was not Liu Yihan, but the nurse in her thirties who had covered her shift last time.

As soon as she saw the large group of people rushing in, she knew something serious must have happened, so she quickly stood up from her chair and hurried to meet them.

Zhang Da Nao and the others hurriedly untied the ropes binding them and carefully lowered the wounded soldiers, each wrapped in a blanket, from their backs.

At the same time, the on-duty doctor who heard the commotion rushed out of the examination room.

Uncle Hong is dead.

The people were frozen stiff.

The rest of the people were all taken to the emergency room.

The places where the bear bit me are all inflamed; if I had come two days later, it would have been too late.

As for now, with the limited resources of the county hospital, it's uncertain whether they can all be saved.

Zhang Cheng went to the window to ask for money. Including the hospital fees for the first three days, it totaled eighty-four yuan.

When the injured villagers came to the county, they emptied their pockets and raised more than 900 yuan, along with a bunch of miscellaneous tickets.

But the doctor said that this amount of money might not be enough to treat seven people.

After all, medicine isn't cheap these days, and with hospitalization, food, and drinks, it takes days to recover, and even two thousand yuan is a stretch.

As for Liu Zhongren, Zhang Cheng had already sent Zhang Danao to the police station to report the incident.

He had just finished paying when the police arrived.

In the hospital ward, Zhao Daming, the police station chief, looked at Liu Zhongren, who was lying in bed receiving an IV drip, with a guilty expression: "Zhongguo, this time it was my fault. I'll write a self-criticism when I get back. As for Zhao Qianyi's matter... I'll try to get him a martyr's title. You just focus on recovering..."

"Da Ming!" Liu Zhongren and Zhao Daming were old comrades-in-arms, so he didn't stand on ceremony when speaking.

"What's wrong? Just say it!"

"I owe my survival to Zhang Cheng from Zhangjia Village."

"Zhang Cheng?" Zhao Daming memorized the name.

“The villagers from Zhangjia Village who were bitten by the bear are also in this hospital. Go and see them later. By the way, they might not have enough money for their medical expenses. Do you think the police station could help them cover some?” Liu Zhongren continued, genuinely grateful to the people of Zhangjia Village.

Zhao Daming looked a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go and submit a report later and try my best to get them more medical expenses."

Thanks!

Why are you being so polite with me?

At the same time, Zhang Cheng went to the purchasing department on the second floor by himself.

It's a little past eight in the morning now, Zhou Qiyuan should already be at work.

As Zhang Cheng approached the office door, he saw Zhou Qiyuan sitting inside drinking tea through the small glass window. He then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Who is it?

"I am Zhang Cheng!"

Upon hearing that it was Zhang Cheng, Zhou Qiyuan quickly put down his teacup, stood up, and personally opened the door, his old face beaming with joy: "Little Zhang, didn't you just return to the village? Why are you in the county again? Don't worry about the herbal gift box; with me here, there won't be any problems."

As soon as the supply and marketing cooperative put out the advertisement, many people contacted Zhou Qiyuan through connections yesterday, wanting to buy the second-tier herbal gift box.

Some people even asked about the first tier.

However, Zhou Qiyuan felt that selling the Polygonatum gift box for 200 yuan a box was too expensive, and since Zhang Cheng had said that the expensive ones weren't really meant to be sold, he didn't agree.

Last night, he even took four boxes of "premium" medicine to the vice president's house, and the discussion naturally went very well.

So at this moment, Zhou Qiyuan was extremely polite to Zhang Cheng, this "god of wealth".

Zhang Cheng also noticed the change in Zhou Qiyuan's attitude and guessed that the gift boxes were selling well, so he asked, "How many boxes did you sell?"

Zhou Qiyuan closed the door and chuckled, "I really didn't expect that such an expensive thing would be so sought after. Everyone's even pulling strings to get it from me..."

"How much did you sell it for?" Zhang Cheng asked, getting straight to the point.

"It's almost five hundred yuan!"

They've only been selling for one day.

Zhang Cheng took out all the money and tickets from his pocket: "Here's 1,231 yuan. Take this first. Please exchange these tickets for cash for me."

What are you going to do?

These days, money is easy to come by, but tickets are hard to get.

Zhang Cheng ignored him and continued, "Lend me the money from selling the herbal gift boxes first."

"No, what exactly do you want?" Zhou Qiyuan couldn't help but ask.

“Someone in the village was bitten by a bear and is currently in the inpatient department of your hospital, waiting for money.”

Zhou Qiyuan's eyes darted around, and he immediately said, "Since this is a matter of life and death, then I'll give you all the money I earned yesterday. Oh, and take the tickets back; I'll take care of the medical expenses for you."

"good!"

Zhang Cheng didn't waste any words and took all the tickets back.

"Xiao Zhang, you're really something!" Zhou Qiyuan gave Zhang Cheng a thumbs up. For the sake of the villagers, he was willing to take out nearly two thousand yuan. That's really generous.

Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "The majority of this money was raised by the injured villagers themselves."

"Have you been to the cardboard box factory?" Zhang Cheng changed the subject.

“I went there last night, and I even ordered an extra 500 gift sets,” Zhou Qiyuan said smugly.

"Then I have to hurry to the supply and marketing cooperative, otherwise I'm afraid we won't have enough Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng."

“Yes, yes, you have to go in person. I went to the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday afternoon, but they wouldn’t let me choose. They said they would give me as many as I wanted.” Zhou Qiyuan also learned from the note that Zhang Cheng had asked Mo Qijing to pass on that the so-called traditional and scientifically dried medicinal materials were all picked out from the supply and marketing cooperative’s warehouse.

"Alright, the medical expenses are yours. If it's not enough, just let me know and I'll figure something out. I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative now."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng turned and walked out.

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