As soon as Zhou Jiao stepped into the living room, she quickly hugged her son and brought him to the phone, listening worriedly to the voice coming out of the receiver.
"It's okay. Xiaoyu ate something this morning, and he had diarrhea and vomiting in the afternoon. He just got an injection, and the diarrhea has stopped. He's asleep now, so you don't need to come over. Remember not to tell the old lady and the others."
Zhou Jiao frowned as she listened. How could he be fine at home for two or three days, but have problems as soon as he returned home? This was only the day before yesterday. If he had left yesterday, she would have worried that he had eaten something at home that caused the problem.
Zhang Guoqing quickly asked, "Is this the General Hospital?"
"No. Oh, you kid, why are you so disobedient? Don't come over here. The hospital is so noisy. Hurry up and pack up and go back home."
Zhang Guoqing looked at the hung up phone and shook his head, feeling both amused and helpless.
"She must be in a hospital near their home."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at the alarm clock. "There's still time. I can ride my bike faster. You and your son wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."
"Dad, is it Xiaoyu who can't go with us? He must be very sad."
Zhang Guoqing took the opportunity to teach his child: "You see, he got sick because he didn't pay attention to his diet. You can't always ask for popsicles in the future, okay?"
Ping An nodded, "Dad, can I go see him?"
Zhang Guoqing looked at Zhou Jiao and saw her nod. He could only say, "Then hurry up. If I really can't leave today, I still have to go exchange my ticket."
Zhou Jiao didn't have time to say anything more. She rushed back to her room and packed a large backpack. She also packed a box of imported penicillin, feeling uneasy. Having already shown her face to her colleagues, she wasn't worried about being exposed. Her only concern was what if someone needed her in the future?
Two years ago, Zhou Jiao accidentally learned that imported medicine was so scarce that most people couldn't get it. This time, she went abroad and managed to get a lot of it. But she didn't intend to show off.
Oh... forget it, just give Cheng Ruzhu a few more instructions.
Zhang Guoqing rode his 28-bar bicycle alone, accompanied by his wife and son, and carefully hurried to the People's Hospital. The journey had exhausted him, and when he stopped at the hospital, he felt as if he had just climbed out of the water.
He grabbed a handkerchief, wiped it, and threw it carelessly into the basket. He would never put it in his pocket again. Ping An, however, turned his head to look while Zhou Jiao was carrying him, thinking, "No one should steal it, right? It's a bottle of soda!"
Zhang Guoqing ran to the service desk to inquire in advance, and then ran to the pediatric department to inquire, and finally fulfilled his mission and found out which ward the little guy Xiaoyu was in.
He turned around and walked back quickly, not paying attention to anything else, so he missed a figure. If he had noticed, he would definitely be curious about why the old man who was trying to scam people was wandering around in a white coat. No one dared to say anything. At this time, he waved to Zhou Jiao and her son in the registration hall.
The old man's eyes sparkled, and he was about to follow quickly, but unexpectedly, a middle-aged man grabbed him first, "Uncle, where are you going? Hurry up, there's another patient waiting for help!"
The old man was so angry that he cursed: "You bastard! You asked me to come here just to do hard labor? I quit. You're always bothering me with trivial matters."
The middle-aged man knew his uncle's temperament too well and was genuinely worried that he would leave without saying goodbye. It wasn't like the old man hadn't made a fuss about this before. He quickly begged for mercy, "Uncle, please be kind! This patient is very important. I'll take you home right after we see him, okay?"
The old man waved his hands hurriedly and pushed the other person away, "I'm in a hurry, don't block my way!"
Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly reached out and hugged his waist tightly, shouting in a low voice: "Uncle Master, household registration! Yard!"
The old man paused and pretended to be indifferent, "Who cares about a broken yard!" After saying that, he looked out and saw that in just a moment, Zhang Guoqing had already slipped away.
"Alright... stop embarrassing me! I'll go with you, okay?"
"Okay, Uncle Master, you are a man of medical ethics."
"Stop talking nonsense! I hate those empty things the most."
"My nephew was wrong."
"You're smart! Besides, I didn't stay here for the yard. If I wanted the yard, anyone in the city would have to offer it to me, and I wouldn't want it!"
The middle-aged man looked at the arrogant old man and nodded helplessly, "I know. Your uncle is the Divine Doctor Hu. As long as you reveal your identity, there will be plenty of people who will fawn over you."
The old man, Doctor Hu, whom Gu Ruyi was still thinking about before her death, jumped up and hit his nephew on the head with a "bang".
The middle-aged man rubbed his head in grievance and muttered softly: "After all, I am the head of a hospital, so give me some face."
With a "humph", the old man ignored him and muttered, "You little dean, look at what you have become."
The nurses passing by pretended not to notice, twitched their lips, and hurried away. This scene was no longer strange to them. They didn't know where the director had found an elder who could be beaten every day and still be so happy!
On this side, Zhang Guoqing and his family of three finally arrived at the inpatient department and found the ward according to the information they received.
There are four beds in a ward, and now all of them are occupied. Together with the family members who are accompanying the patients, they feel it is so noisy standing at the door. How can they get a good rest?
Zhou Jiao frowned and looked around. She finally saw Xiaoyu lying on the innermost bed and Cheng Ruzhu with her back to the door.
The family of three stood at the door carrying their things. The room suddenly became quiet. Taking advantage of this gap, Zhou Jiao squeezed forward.
Cheng Ruzhu turned around and saw them, and asked in shock, "Why are you here?"
Zhou Jiao rolled her eyes at her in complaint, "You weren't exactly there, and you made us search all over for you."
"What are you doing here? Go back now, you'll miss the train if you're late."
Ping An was already holding Xiao Yu's hand. "Uncle, did you eat the popsicle secretly? Didn't I tell you that my mom said it would give me diarrhea?"
Xiaoyu's eyes were red and he choked up, "Ping An, I can't go to the Northeast anymore."
Ping An reached out to pat him, but the bed was too high for him to reach. He quickly turned around and patted his chest, "I'll take you there next time. I'll bring you some meat when I come back!"
"But I still want to go now!"
Ping An sighed, "You are sick!" The implication is that you can't leave even if you want to.
Zhang Guoqing looked at the beds around him, which were a mess with all kinds of people. "Aunt, do you want to transfer to another hospital? Don't bother your aunt. I'll just find Yang Qun."
Cheng Ruzhu shook her head and smiled: "The condition will be better tonight and she will be discharged tomorrow. It's very troublesome."
"Grandpa Wen and the others don't know?"
Cheng Ruzhu smiled and said, "They are old, and it would be troublesome for them to come and go in such hot weather. Don't worry, your uncle-in-law will be here later. You should hurry back now."
“Are hospital beds in short supply?”
Cheng Ruzhu nodded.
Zhou Jiao shook her head slightly at Zhang Guoqing. Cheng Ruzhu wouldn't care about the money.
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