Song Yun also put on the sweater knitted by Bai Qingxia, which was ginger yellow. For a young person like Song Yun, this color was not very good-looking, but in this month, this color was already very bright and fashionable.
The key point is that this was knitted for her by her mother. She likes it very much and cherishes it very much.
Thinking that her mother hadn't put on the sweater yet, she immediately started knitting for her.
Before the needle was finished, the gate of the courtyard was slammed loudly.
Song Yun quickly put down the needle, put on her cotton-padded jacket and got off the kang.
Yang Lifen wanted to follow her out, but she stopped her, "Don't come out. It's cold outside. I'll go by myself."
Bai Qingxia also said, "Lifen, don't go. You just recovered from your cold."
Yang Lifen could only shrink back and muttered softly, "I hope it's not someone from another village."
It's easy to talk to people from the village, whether you bring them to the hospital or let Song Yun go to their homes for treatment, at least it's within the village. But if they are from other villages and their lives are at stake, as a doctor, you can't just stand by and watch them die.
But if I go there, not only will it be freezing and snowy, but it will take more than a day to go back and forth. I might even have to stay outside, and then get blackmailed. The thought of it makes me depressed.
Song Yun opened the gate and saw two young men standing at the gate. They were tall and handsome. They were stamping their feet to keep warm. Their faces and noses were red from the cold and they looked anxious.
"Are you Song Zhiqing? The barefoot doctor from Qinghe Village?" a man asked.
When Song Yun saw the two of them meeting, she frowned slightly and said, "You are not from the village, are you?"
The man quickly took out his ID and said, "I'm from the Security Department of the County Machinery Factory. I'm Jiang Wu, and this is Zhou Xiong."
Song Yun took the ID from the man. It was indeed from the Security Department of the County Machinery Factory. She handed it back and said, "I'm Song Yun. What do you want from me?"
Jiang Wu explained his intention. "Well, one of our factory's distinguished guests is very ill. He's been in the county hospital for over ten days, but his condition hasn't improved and is only getting worse. I heard that Song Zhiqing from Qinghe Village is a very skilled doctor, so our factory director is at his wit's end, so he asked us to come and ask you to see the patient."
As if afraid that Song Yun would refuse, Jiang Wu continued, "Our factory director said that as long as you are willing to come, regardless of whether the treatment is successful or not, he is willing to pay a consultation fee of 30 yuan, and the medicine is extra."
Thirty yuan for a consultation is indeed an extremely high price.
As far as Song Yun knew, the county hospital had doctors who made house calls for consultations. The consultation fee was generally one yuan per visit, and the medicine was charged separately.
The factory manager directly quoted a high price of thirty yuan, and I don't know who heard it from her.
It's not that Song Yun wanted to make this little money, but since the patient came to her for help, it seemed that the patient's condition had reached a very critical moment. As a doctor, it was really difficult for her to refuse treatment in such a situation.
Song Yun asked, "How did you get here?"
Jiang Wu's face lit up: "We came here by truck, but the truck is parked on the other side of the road. We came to the village from the road."
There's a road from Gongqi to the county town, and Gongqi's cars often drive into the city. The road is rutted and can be driven on. But the road from Gongqi Village is almost completely covered with snow, and the road is invisible. There are only a few footprints left by people walking on it. No one dares to drive on such a road.
"Come in and have some hot water first. I need to tell my family and prepare some things."
Jiang Wu and Zhou Xiong were very happy to see that she agreed. They were indeed very cold, so they followed her into the yard and sat down in the main room.
Song Yun poured them some hot water and returned to her room. She told them what had happened and quickly changed into a large cotton-padded jacket suitable for going out. She then put on the lambskin cotton boots that Aunt Zhang had sent her from Beijing. These cotton boots were not only beautiful and warm but also waterproof, making them perfect for wearing at times like this.
"They drove here, don't worry. They will drive me back after seeing the doctor. If I can't come back tomorrow, I will call the brigade headquarters and ask Uncle Liu to come and tell you." Song Yun said with a smile.
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