"Ouch!"
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Anesthesia! Quickly, quickly, quickly!
"Give me seven or eight, just enough to knock me out!"
Ji Xuchang almost jumped up, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Shen Heping was finally awakened by the laughter.
He weakly propped himself up and sat up: "Where am I? Ruyi, what are you doing?"
"Brother Heping! Don't move around, you have a needle in your hand!" Su Ruyi didn't even turn her head, deftly breaking open a bottle of anesthetic.
"Second Uncle...you're here too?" Shen Heping was a little confused.
Then, he saw Ji Xuchang with a large gash on his forehead: "Changzi, I only took a short time to protect you, and you got your head split open?"
"Get lost! Do you have any conscience at all? I fell on my way here to find you!" Ji Xuchang cursed.
Both of them were extremely weak, but they were just as fierce in their verbal sparring.
Su Ruyi was clearly used to their way of getting along, and with a smile, she accurately injected the anesthetic into Ji Xuchang's eyelids.
Ji Xuchang then turned his attention to the hospital: "Uncle Dean, there's a really terrible female doctor in your hospital!"
He remained perfectly still as he clearly stated, "I came here the day before yesterday to ask how to treat Heping's illness. The female doctor retorted by asking me if I thought she was a deity who could cure patients without even seeing them! By the way, when she looks at people, she doesn't use the pupils of her eyes; she only uses the whites!"
So, Ji Xuchang had already come here once before?
Just then, Zhang Xiaozhen ran in holding several forms: "Dean, it's been diagnosed, it's tick-borne encephalitis!"
Ji Xuchang glanced sideways and immediately perked up: "Look, isn't this just like speaking of the devil? It's this female doctor!"
When Zhang Xiaozhen saw Ji Xuchang, she didn't recognize him and didn't understand what was going on: "You're looking for me?"
Shen Guoliang looked at Zhang Xiaozhen and finally came to his senses: "Your voice... sounds familiar! Did you come to my house to treat my illness? And tell my wife—no, my ex-wife—to prepare for her funeral? You're the one, aren't you?"
Zhang Xiaozhen's face was deathly pale, but she still stubbornly held her neck up.
Tonight is so weird, how come all the patients she's ever argued with have gathered together?
On second thought, aside from those introduced by the hospital director and those with her own connections, which of the remaining patients hadn't she confronted or dealt with perfunctorily?
Kuang Wenbin's face was ashen: "Zhang Xiaozhen, did you say these things?"
Zhang Xiaozhen bit her lip: "Dean, our hospital has always been short-staffed. I'm working overtime every day, and it's inevitable that people will get emotional..."
"Shut up!" Kuang Wenbin interrupted her. "I've been tolerating you for your dead father's sake! You get a complaint every three days! You've ruined the reputation of our hospital! You've corrupted the atmosphere of our hospital!"
"Dean! Every patient you instructed me to treat well, I've taken excellent care of every single one of them."
Zhang Xiaozhen was also furious. She had always been a spoiled princess and, having studied abroad, looked down on her colleagues who had come from crash courses, including the hospital director who only had technical skills and no academic qualifications. "This patient today doesn't have a fever! He's an exception! My standard diagnosis is correct! If his life is truly in danger, would I just stand by and watch him die?"
"You...you...you..." Kuang Wenbin was so angry that his finger trembled as he pointed at her. "Zhang Xiaozhen, I hereby announce that you are suspended! Pack your things and go home to reflect on your actions! First, write me a three-thousand-word self-criticism!"
"Hmph!" Zhang Xiaozhen threw the examination report on the ground, took off her white coat, put on her leather shoes, and walked away with a clatter.
Shen Guoliang gazed thoughtfully at her still slender figure as she walked away: "Quite unique!"
Kuang Wenbin shook his head and sighed, "What a troublemaker!"
Su Ruyi saw that Shen Heping had also woken up, so there was nothing more for her to do here. She looked at Shen Guoliang: "General, can you take me back to Dingjiatun? I don't want my master to spend his last night alone..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Heping glared at Ji Xuchang again.
Shen Guoliang hurriedly called out, "Little Zhao!"
Xiao Zhao, who was waiting at the door, immediately ran in.
They remained silent the entire way.
To be precise, it was Xiao Zhao who made conversation, while Su Ruyi didn't really join in.
Back in the courtyard, Su Ruyi tiptoed to Jin Dachun's window and peered inside.
The two old men, lying stiffly and motionless, made her hair stand on end again.
She released her divine sense and realized that the old man she had picked up still had a beating heart, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
...
Early the next morning, Xiao Fang arrived, pulling a very elaborate coffin in a large Jiefang truck.
He also brought four strong and robust warriors with him.
Ding Youliang also arrived, leading all the militia members: "We've come to see Dr. Jin off."
The villagers also gathered in twos and threes outside the courtyard.
At this moment, the old man they had taken in was still asleep on the same kang (heated brick bed) as Jin Dachun, and had not yet woken up.
Su Ruyi pushed him several times, but he just mumbled something and rolled over.
Seeing that more and more people were gathering in the courtyard, Su Ruyi became anxious and had no choice but to pull the old man into her spatial dimension.
First, they locked the back gate, then settled the old man on the soft couch in the hall.
The old man was fast asleep.
After Su Ruyi flashed out of the space, someone came to open the door to the room.
"We've come to see Dr. Jin off!"
The woman who handed Su Ruyi three eggs was an unfamiliar face.
She pulled over a three- or four-year-old girl behind her: "Kneel down to Grandpa Jin! Grandpa Jin saved your life!"
The little girl kowtowed, and the two left.
Next came a young wife leading twin boys of seven or eight years old. She gave Su Ruyi four eggs: "I hadn't conceived in five years of marriage. After Dr. Jin took seven doses of medicine, I got pregnant, and it was twins!"
She knelt down and kowtowed to Jin Dachun, and her two sons followed suit.
An old man walked in and handed Su Ruyi two eggs: "Thanks to Dr. Jin, my wife didn't suffer too much in her last few years... We are poor, and the consultation fee is still not settled... I will never be able to repay your great kindness in my lifetime!"
The old man knelt down, his head banging loudly as he kowtowed.
...
Villagers came and went in waves, and it was a full two hours later that Jin Dachun was finally laid to rest in a brand-new gray woolen Zhongshan suit.
His face was very calm and peaceful in death.
The villagers rushed to carry Jin Dachun's coffin, so the four soldiers didn't have to lift a finger.
Wearing a small white flower, Su Ruyi held a black and white photo that Jin Dachun had specially asked Shen Guoliang to have taken for him a few days ago to serve as his funeral portrait, and walked at the front.
Ding Youliang and several older villagers followed behind.
The atmosphere was solemn, and a few raindrops began to fall from the sky.
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