"Well, there's nothing I can do. I'm just a half-baked fortune teller. Your hospital is a big place, it's not appropriate for me to go there. You should ask someone else for help."
When the hospital director heard her refusal, he immediately said anxiously, "Comrade Zhang, please don't be like this. I've heard from Village Chief Zhang about your abilities. I've already asked every capable person in our county, but for some reason, those who go to the hospital for work always get seriously ill after returning. Later, they won't come back even if you pay more. I really have no other choice."
Zhang Meng immediately looked towards the village chief Zhang who had just appeared. This guy also knew that he had done something wrong and looked at Zhang Meng in embarrassment.
"Comrade Zhang, don't be so modest. This matter really requires your help. Just consider it a kindness and don't refuse. You don't want to see more people die in the hospital, do you?"
The hospital director is named Zhao Jincheng. He is tall and thin, wears a pair of glasses, and looks very gentle.
"This..." Dean Zhao immediately followed up, "The money is easy to talk about. Our hospital is willing to give Comrade Zhang a thousand yuan as a fee for your help this time. What do you think?"
When the village chief Zhang heard the amount, he was so shocked that his eyes widened. This granddaughter of Aunt Zhang's was amazing. She could earn a thousand yuan just by spending money casually.
One thousand yuan. An ordinary family only earns more than one hundred yuan a year. One thousand yuan is equivalent to what an ordinary family earns in ten years.
Seeing that Zhang Meng still refused to agree, Village Chief Zhang became anxious. "Xiao Meng, why are you still hesitating? Hurry up and agree. It's a thousand yuan. With so much money, you and your grandmother will never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Zhang Meng glanced at Village Chief Zhang, who was even more anxious than her, and smiled. If she told Village Chief Zhang that her monthly salary was only 100 yuan, she wondered if he would be scared silly.
At this moment, a cry for help suddenly came from outside Zhang's house.
"Village chief, village chief, help, help."
Then a woman with disheveled hair ran in from outside holding a child.
As soon as Village Chief Zhang saw who was coming in, his face darkened. "Da Hu, what are you doing? Why are you running here with your child in the middle of the night?"
Zhang Dahu's wife cried with tears on her face, staring at the village chief Zhang with desperate eyes, "Village chief, my son, my son is dying. Please lend me some money. I will work hard in the future. Please lend me some money to save my son."
Only then did Village Chief Zhang realize that the child in Zhang Dahu's wife's arms was pale, as if dead.
"What happened, Xiaobao?"
Zhang Dahu's wife was sobbing breathlessly, "My poor, poor son, he stole an egg from home, and his cruel grandmother slapped him in the face and almost beat him to death."
Zhang Meng, who was standing nearby and watching all this, suddenly felt a burn from the jade pendant on her chest.
"Village chief, please save my son. He's the only one I have left. If anything happens to him, what's the point of me living in this world?"
"Okay, okay, stop crying. Let me see your son first." Village Chief Zhang's head hurt because of her crying. After shouting, he walked forward to check on the little treasure in her arms.
When he was touched, Village Chief Zhang turned pale with fright and took two steps back.
"This, this, this..." Village chief Zhang stuttered and pointed at Xiaobao in the arms of Zhang Dahu's wife.
Zhang Meng glanced at him, walked up and touched the child. The child's body was a little cold, and he must have been dead for a while.
Village Chief Zhang looked at Zhang Meng with a pale face and called out, "Xiao Meng."
Zhang Meng glanced at him and said nothing.
Zhang Dahu's wife, who was holding her son, saw that both of them were acting strangely, and she became even more anxious. She hurriedly asked the village chief, "Village chief, what happened to my son? Please tell me quickly."
Village Chief Zhang looked at her with an embarrassed look on his face, "Wife Dahu, your son, he, he is dead."
Zhang Dahu's wife immediately stood up like a madman, pointing at Village Chief Zhang and cursing, "You're talking nonsense, Village Chief. I have no grudge against you. Why did you curse my son to death? How can you be so evil? Are you still worthy of being the village chief, you shameless man?"
Village chief Zhang's face turned blue and black after being scolded by her. He told her about this matter with good intentions, but he didn't expect to be scolded. It was really a case of good intentions being struck by lightning.
"Okay, okay, if you don't believe me, there's a hospital director here. Ask him to help you."
Dean Zhao, who was called out, was stunned for a moment, adjusted his glasses on his nose and said, "Okay, I'll come over and take a look."
"Sister, hurry up and don't let him touch me. I want to go to that child and live for him." A child's voice that only Zhang Meng could hear suddenly rang out from her jade pendant.
Zhang Meng was stunned as she watched all this. She lowered her head to look at the jade pendant around her neck, frowned, and immediately shouted to Dean Zhao, who was about to walk over, "Wait a minute."
Dean Zhao, who was halfway there, turned around and looked at her in confusion.
"That child is not dead. I can save him." "Xiao Meng, you are crazy. That child, he, he is clearly..."
Having said that, Village Chief Zhang glanced at Zhang Dahu's wife, who was a little crazy. He was really afraid that if he said the word "death", this woman would fight him to the death.
Zhang Meng smiled at him. "Village Chief, I once read about a disease in a book. It said that there are some patients who appear to be dead, but are not really dead. With proper rescue, the patient can be brought back to life."
Village Chief Zhang looked at Dean Zhao with a face of doubt.
Dean Zhao adjusted his glasses again and said, "The disease Comrade Zhang described might actually exist. There are many diseases in this world that we haven't yet found a solution to."
Well, with the explanation from the hospital director, Village Chief Zhang finally believed it even though he didn't want to.
When Zhang Dahu's wife heard what the dean said, she immediately looked at Zhang Meng and begged, "Xiao Meng, sister-in-law will save you, please help sister-in-law, save Xiaobao, please, sister-in-law kowtows to you." Zhang Dahu's wife knelt down in front of Zhang Meng with a thud.
Zhang Meng quickly stepped forward and helped her up, "Sister-in-law, you get up first, I will do my best, you carry Xiaobao to my bed, I will take a look at him."
Zhang Dahu's wife nodded immediately, "Okay, okay, I'll carry him in right away."
Just as Zhang Meng was about to follow, she suddenly saw her grandmother coming out of the kitchen. "Grandma, I'm going in to do something. Please help me greet the village chief and the others."
Grandma Zhang glanced at Zhang Dahu's wife who had come in, and her wrinkled face was filled with worry. "Leave it to grandma. Be careful and don't be stubborn."
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