"I am mentally ill, Xu Damao, you are bullying a patient!" Jia Dongxu yelled and tried to get up from the ground, but his legs were weak and he gave up after trying several times.
"What kind of lunatic is staying up late at night to scare people? You're just talking nonsense!" Xu Damao looked at Jia Dongxu lying on the ground with disdain, intending to make the Jia family lose some money.
Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu looked at Qin Huairu for help.
What kind of mentally ill person would run out and scare people?
Qin Huairu was also extremely anxious. She had no idea what was going on. The mental illness talk was all nonsense.
Why!
etc!
Qin Huairu suddenly had an idea and blurted out, "Sleepwalking, Dongxu's mental illness is sleepwalking. He looks like a normal person during the day, but he may have seizures at night. Before, he would crawl around in bed, but later it became serious and he had to go out."
"The doctor said you shouldn't wake someone who's sleepwalking, so I left him alone. He'd go home when he woke up anyway."
"Yes, I am sleepwalking. My brain is not working well!"
Jia Dongxu no longer cared about face and quickly agreed.
This explanation is completely reasonable. After all, Xu Damao and the others can't go to the hospital to check whether they are really mentally ill, right?
Qin Huairu, you are amazing. You can actually come up with such a good idea!
Jia Dongxu was extremely excited. With this reason, not only could he be exempted from compensation, he could even run out and scare people in the future, and the happiness he had finally found could be preserved.
Although Jia Dongxu thought so, the residents present felt that this excuse was ridiculous.
What kind of bullshit sleepwalking can make a person with disabled legs run into an alley?
The threshold of the courtyard gate alone was enough to stop Jia Dongxu.
Sleepwalking can't make Jia Dongxu's legs healthy again.
Also, sleepwalking is an unconscious behavior, so it is impossible to wear white cloth to pretend to be a ghost and scare people.
Xu Damao also knew that Qin Huairu was talking nonsense, but he raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of another way to deal with Jia Dongxu.
Aren't you mentally ill?
Then I, Xu Damao, will be kind enough to find someone to treat you.
"Oh, it turns out he was sleepwalking. He's really a psychopath!" Xu Damao said with a sigh.
Qin Huairu nodded quickly: "Yes, ever since Dongxu got this disease, I can't sleep well every night, for fear that something will happen to him."
"Then why don't you take him to the hospital for treatment?" Xu Damao asked.
"Uh!" Qin Huairu's expression froze for a few seconds before she said, "We're poor. Our family has no money, so we've been putting off seeing a doctor."
Xu Damao grinned: "No money, right? I'll show you a way out!"
"There's an old Chinese doctor in the alley behind. He's an amazing acupuncturist. He once made a mute speak. If we ask him to treat Jia Dongxu, he'll definitely be able to cure him!"
The old Chinese doctor in the alley behind?
When Xu Damao said this, all the residents present couldn't help but gasp.
There is indeed an old Chinese doctor, and he does know acupuncture.
But he was just old. He taught himself Chinese medicine when he was in his fifties. After two years of study, he started to treat patients. Because he acupunctured a person with a cold and made his face paralyzed, and a mute who sprained his ankle scream with acupuncture, he was asked to have a talk by the people from the street office.
From then on, the old Chinese doctor retired, but he seemed to have never stopped learning. He would still boil some Chinese medicine from time to time, but no one in the neighborhood dared to taste it.
"Yan Jiecheng, go to the alley behind and ask the old Chinese doctor to come. Jia Dongxu is so sick, we, as neighbors, have to help him get treatment."
Xu Damao could hardly hold his lips together. He invited an old Chinese doctor to give him acupuncture, which would surely scare Jia Dongxu to death.
Aren't you pretending to be mentally ill?
Then I will really cure you!
"No, don't go!"
Jia Dongxu had also heard of the old Chinese doctor's reputation, and hurriedly shouted to Yan Jiecheng.
Except for his legs and kidney weakness, everything else is fine. The old Chinese doctor is a real quack who calls himself a doctor just for his hobby. Asking him to give him acupuncture is definitely playing with his life.
Qin Huairu naturally knew this, and quickly stopped Yan Jiecheng who was about to call for help: "Xu Damao, I don't think this is necessary. Dongxu's sleepwalking is not that serious. At worst, I can lock the door and not let him out."
"When my family has enough money, I will take him to a big hospital for treatment."
Jia Dongxu shouted, "I don't want to see a Chinese doctor, there's nothing wrong with my brain!"
Ouch?
Xu Damao was just worrying about having no reason to do so when Jia Dongxu bumped into him.
"Did you hear that? Jia Dongxu said he's fine again. That's not what he said just now. It seems like he really is mentally ill!"
"It's just a minor problem. A few injections will definitely heal it. Yan Jiecheng, why are you still standing there? Go and get someone to give Jia Dongxu the injections as soon as possible. Then the female comrades in our hospital can go to the public toilet with peace of mind sooner."
Xu Damao pulled Yan Jiecheng over, then patted him on the shoulder and signaled him to run faster.
"Okay!"
Yan Jiecheng didn't hesitate either and started running.
Seeing this, Jia Dongxu's face turned green.
It’s over!
This really ended up being a case of shooting oneself in the foot!
I originally thought I would not have to pay any money, but I didn't expect that I would have to get an injection.
"I'm not sick, I don't want an injection, I want to go home!" Jia Dongxu shouted, wanting to go home.
But Qin Huairu on the side was frowning and thinking about something.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, letting Jia Dongxu get a few injections so that he doesn't have to pay any money seems to be a good deal.
Even if the old Chinese doctor made Jia Dongxu sick, could he still extort money from him?
Anyway, Jia Dongxu is already like this, it can’t get any worse, right?
"Jia Dongxu, you shouldn't be so selfish. You enjoyed sleepwalking, but you scared the women in our hospital."
"I'm doing this for your own good, for the good of your family. When I was showing movies in the countryside, there was a man in the village who was sleepwalking. We didn't do anything about it at first, but one night he went to the kitchen and got a knife while sleepwalking, and hacked his wife and child to death."
"I don't care whether your family dies or not, but what if you get sick one day and kill us?"
"If you don't want to get treatment, then don't do it. Can you please consider everyone else?"
Wow!
When these words were spoken, the residents in the courtyard echoed them.
"Yeah, it's okay if you're sick, but what if you chop us?"
"It must be treated. If it doesn't work once, it must be treated continuously. Otherwise, if you dare to scare people today, you will dare to attack people tomorrow."
"That's right, a mentally ill person can do anything. Jia Dongxu, I don't care what you say. I must get treatment today."
"If you're stubborn and refuse to be treated, take your wife and children and get out of the yard. We don't dare to be your neighbor!"
Listening to the people in the courtyard talking to each other, Jia Dongxu felt his scalp tingling.
"I'm not sick, not at all."
"Oh, if you are not mentally ill, then you are deliberately pretending to be a ghost to scare people? Then I will report you to the police and say that you are promoting feudal superstition." Xu Damao chuckled, as if he guessed that Jia Dongxu would continue to quibble.
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