The snowy road was difficult to walk on. I was wearing a lot of clothes, so it was not easy to walk and my feet were easily slipping. I took every step very carefully. It took me another ten minutes to walk a ten-minute distance.
The truck slowly drove away from the city and headed towards the county town.
In the car, Song Yun chatted with Jiang Wu and others, and also learned about the patient's condition. Only then did she know that the seriously ill guest from the county machinery factory was a foreigner.
He was sent by Country D to guide the assembly and maintenance of imported machine tools. However, he fell ill just after arriving in Lian County and had not done anything. Not only the factory director was worried, but the county leaders were also worried.
"Why don't you send him to the city hospital if he's so seriously ill?"
Jiang Wu said, "We were supposed to take him to the city hospital the day before yesterday, but just as we were leaving, we received a notice that a mountain road leading from Lian County to the city was blocked by an avalanche and would be completely unavailable for traffic for the time being."
So that's how it is.
"Then how did your factory director and county leaders know me?"
She was just a small barefoot doctor, and the patients she came into contact with all day were villagers from her own village and nearby villages. Logically, the leaders of the machinery factory and the county should not know her.
Jiang Wu shook his head, "I don't know about that."
Zhou Xiong took over, "I know. I heard Lao Wu say it was the deputy director who suggested it. He has a relative who is the deputy secretary of the Huaihe River Economic Belt. The deputy secretary's daughter has been living with them recently. After hearing about the VIP foreigner, she recommended Song Zhiqing to the deputy director."
Song Yun raised an eyebrow. "The deputy secretary's daughter you mentioned wouldn't be named Chen, right?"
Zhou Xiong nodded. "I think his last name is Chen. I heard he's a doctor, too. You two are in the same profession, so you must know each other well, right?"
Song Yun curled her lips and said, "I can't say I'm familiar with him. I've only met him twice." And they weren't wonderful memories.
It was obvious that Chen Jing was trying to trick her. When she learned that the VIP foreigner was seriously ill, she deliberately praised her medical skills in front of the deputy factory director, forcing her to take on this hot potato and wait to see the consequences if she failed to cure the patient or made the patient worse.
Tsk!
Some people always like to judge others by themselves. If they don't have the ability, they think others don't have it either.
The truck stopped outside the gate of the county hospital. Jiang Wu got out and took Song Yun in, while Zhou Xiong drove the car away.
Jiang Wu took Song Yun directly to the intensive care unit on the first floor. There was only one bed in the intensive care unit, which was much more spacious than other wards with at least four beds.
When Song Yun entered the ward, three doctors in white coats were gathered around the bed, whispering about something. They seemed to be arguing about how to use the medication. They expressed their opinions, but none of them was willing to make the final decision, fearing that they would not be able to take responsibility if something unexpected happened.
To put it bluntly, I'm still not sure.
Several men who looked like leaders stood in the open space one meter away from the bed, looking at the three doctors anxiously.
"Director Fu, this is Doctor Song." Jiang Wu introduced Song Yun. "This is Director Fu of our machinery factory." He pointed to the man with glasses next to Director Fu and said, "This is Deputy Director Chen." Finally, he pointed to a tall, thin young man and said, "This is Secretary Liao."
Song Yun smiled and nodded to the three of them. "Director Fu, Deputy Director Chen, Secretary Liao, hello. I'm Song Yun."
Director Fu frowned even more tightly when he saw Song Yun. He thought that the barefoot doctor recommended by Deputy Director Chen would be an old Chinese medicine practitioner, or at least a middle-aged man. He didn't expect it to be such a young girl. Isn't this nonsense?
Deputy Director Chen's face wasn't looking good either. He had forgotten to ask his niece how old Dr. Song was, having completely forgotten that she was such a young girl. Thinking of the thirty yuan consultation fee the Director had promised, his heart was bleeding. The Director would definitely come after him, and he might even have to pay for it.
Both factory managers frowned and remained silent, their eyes almost filled with doubt about Song Yun's ability. Secretary Liao spoke first. He walked up to Song Yun and pushed his glasses. "Comrade Song, how long have you been a doctor?"
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