"Alright, brother, stop talking! Didn't you say that brotherhood ends when the bond is broken? I, Fang Hong, will no longer have an elder brother!"
As Fang Hong spoke, he grinned maliciously.
"I'm going to stab that little bitch to death right now. If you want to stop me, if you want to take my life, then go ahead and do it!"
...
Of course, Fang Hong was stopped by Fang Tao after he said this and was severely reprimanded until he stopped making threats.
From that day on, although Fang Yuan was still nominally the president of Beijing Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, his life was completely confined to the VIP ward on the top floor of the hospital's inpatient department.
Only on the occasional days when Ouyang Ge and her two children came to visit him could they help him walk outside in the corridor.
Soon, the nurses began to neglect their care.
Fang Yuan developed bedsores, which were subsequently cured, and then she developed bedsores again.
Two months passed in this way, and it was New Year's Day in 1975.
This winter, the Huichuntang branch of Beijing Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine has become a sensation throughout Beijing.
The people spread the word that a young miracle doctor had come to Huichuntang.
As long as the little miracle doctor says he can cure it, no matter how difficult or complicated the illness, he can be cured with three doses of medicine or one course of acupuncture.
Even in more severe cases, a three-week hospital stay at Huichuntang Hospital is usually sufficient for a full recovery.
However, the patients admitted to Huichuntang are all in very serious condition, and ordinary people do not receive this treatment.
A few days before New Year's Day, Su Ruyi posted a notice at the entrance of Huichuntang, stating that she would be seeing patients on New Year's Day, from 9:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. without a break, and that she would not charge any fees.
Of course, the fact that she didn't need to rest along the way depended on the stamina pills she refined in the space.
Recently, for some reason, Su Ruyi has been working overtime frequently, but the merits in her merit book are increasing very slowly.
Su Ruyi sat in the consultation room early, wearing a white coat, hat, and mask.
Jin Xingqiu had already lit the honeycomb briquette stove, making the whole room very warm, and thick condensation had formed on the glass.
There was a long queue outside the clinic.
Su Ruyi had seen about ten patients when suddenly there was a commotion outside.
She wasn't particularly bothered—arguing while waiting in line is common these days, and there's always someone who has to back down first. Everyone has a common goal, not the argument itself.
But this time it's different.
According to Song Wenyu, who rushed out to control the situation, a total of five young men cut in line.
Furthermore, everyone was targeting elderly women in their sixties or seventies who had little fighting ability.
Moreover, everyone was holding a number that should have belonged to the old lady.
This puzzled Song Wenyu, who had started distributing number plates to people in line early in the morning.
Song Wenyu still has a strong impression of one of the old ladies among them.
The old lady got number 18, and she stomped her feet, saying that number 18 represented the eighteen levels of hell and was unlucky. She insisted on exchanging it with the person behind her, so she got number 19.
The person holding the number 19 license plate is a young man wearing a military cap backwards, with his cotton-padded jacket open and tied with a strip of cloth of the same color, looking rather frivolous.
The young man wiped his nose with the sleeve of his cotton-padded jacket, then held up his number high: "See that? I'm number 19! This old lady just popped up out of nowhere! Let me tell you, old hag, don't think you can act like you're superior just because you're old! What are you doing cutting in line? Get out of here!"
At this moment, the twentieth man in line behind the young man couldn't stand it anymore: "Young man, you can't do this! I just saw you guys cheating and bullying people! One of you went to ask the old lady for directions, and the other one reached into her pocket and stole her number plate! Aren't you afraid of getting retribution for doing this?"
"You old bastard, who gave you permission to speak? Are you tired of living?" the swaggering young man said fiercely.
The old man quickly shrank his neck and stepped back.
Song Wenyu narrowed his eyes. This wasn't just one incident, but five!
Clearly, this was a premeditated act of sabotage.
Who is it?
Who is starting to stir up trouble again?
At this point, number 11 should have been admitted for his appointment, but before number 11, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, clutching his stomach, hunched over, and looking extremely pained: "Help! Help! I accidentally drank pesticide! Can you all let me cut in line? May good people live long and prosper!"
The people in line nodded: "Then you go in first! We're willing to wait as long as the doctor sees you!"
Everyone was very understanding.
"Thank you all! May you all live to be a hundred years old!" The middle-aged man nodded and bowed deeply, then lifted the thick curtain and went inside.
The man rushed to Su Ruyi's medical record and plopped down in the chair: "Doctor! Help me! My husband didn't store the pesticide properly, and I accidentally chopped it all in! I'm dying!"
Su Ruyi's divine sense instantly probed into his stomach, but she found no pesticide residue.
She immediately understood—this was another troublemaker, probably with the group outside!
Who is it?
Who's plotting against her again?
Su Ruyi took out her needle kit: "Your symptoms are quite severe, but luckily you came in time! Here, let me give you a few acupuncture needles!"
As she spoke, she took two long needles out of her needle case.
The middle-aged man's eyes immediately filled with fear: "You, you, your acupuncture needles, how come they're so long? So thick?"
These are large-headed fixing pins used for sewing quilts—Su Ruyi kept them in her needle case for emergencies.
She feigned anxiety and said, "Your symptoms are urgent; you need this kind of acupuncture to save your life!"
Before he could react, she grabbed his left hand and stabbed him with a needle.
"Holy shit!"
The middle-aged man let out a wail.
Su Ruyi then pressed his right palm onto the table and inserted another needle.
And so, the man's hands were nailed to the table.
He opened his mouth wide and cried out, "Help! The doctor is killing me!"
No sooner had he shouted that than Su Ruyi grabbed a rag from the table and stuffed it firmly into his mouth.
The people in line were blocked by thick curtains, unable to see what was happening inside the consultation room.
Su Ruyi leaned closer to him: "Who sent you to cause trouble?"
The person was sobbing, and it was unclear what they were saying.
Su Ruyi hesitated for a moment, then pulled the rag out of his mouth.
The man cried out, "Doctor, I was wrong! Spare me, spare me!"
Su Ruyi twisted her wrist, and another needle appeared in her palm.
She grabbed one of the man's fingers, pointed the needle at his fingertip: "Tell me, who sent you to cause trouble? No, who sent you all to cause trouble? To be precise, those people outside are in cahoots with you, aren't they?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with fear: "You...you hit me so hard! And how...how can you be so strong?!"
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