Chapter 131 Some people don’t deserve sympathy!
Outside the emergency department of the Sixth Hospital, reporters in raincoats stood in the storm, holding microphones and shouting hysterically.
The cameraman desperately trapped himself on the pillar outside the emergency department, holding on to the camera tightly in his hand, and filming the reporters in the storm.
The reporter's forehead was bulging with veins, and he shouted angrily: "Hello everyone, I am now at the Sixth Hospital of Shenzhen Stock Exchange! Due to the landing of the rare super typhoon "Bashao", many areas in Shenzhen Stock Exchange have suffered serious disasters!"
The reporter shouted hoarsely, his face flushed: "According to the reporter's current understanding and interview, from the landing of the 'Bajiao' to now, the Sixth Hospital has treated a total of 424 patients! Among them, 217 patients need to be hospitalized for treatment! The remaining patients with minor injuries cannot return home for the time being due to the strong typhoon!"
"From yesterday to today, more than 600 medical staff from the Sixth Hospital worked hard all night long. It was very hard!"
The reporter opened his mouth to roar, but his gills were deformed by the typhoon: "But! We are doctors and patients with one heart. Many patients with minor injuries and their families actually wanted to catch fish for the hospital doctors during the typhoon period!"
The camera lens turned and was directly aimed at a group of young men standing in the water in shorts catching fish, their heads and faces soaked by the rainstorm. The camera captured the sight of these people holding plastic bags and buckets and catching fish with their bare hands.
The camera lens even gave clear shots to quite a few people, with several close-ups of the big fish in hand!
The fish were alive and kicking, each one as long as an adult's forearm, and some were even bigger than an adult's arm...
It's really jaw-dropping!
Fortunately, the reporter who filmed the incident knew that some things should not be exaggerated. As a positive media, the reporter grabbed the microphone and shouted loudly in the storm: "Although the weather station reported that the 'Bajiao' has entered the end and will soon leave, it is still very easy to get injured when fishing in the big water during a typhoon. If you are not careful, you will be scratched by the typhoon again. Moreover, the flood is turbid, and the fish in the water are of unknown origin and are not suitable for consumption! So we strongly recommend that you do not go fishing in the water during a typhoon!"
The reporter's roar at the top of his lungs, coupled with the heavy rainstorm that was still pouring down beside him, made the overall footage look as wild and fierce as a war correspondent.
Fortunately, the medical staff and patients who were temporarily safe were standing by the glass outside the emergency department door looking out.
Su Tang mixed in with the crowd, looking out the window with a sad face.
At this moment, most of the patients who needed her treatment had been treated. Those who did not need her treatment were waiting to go to the operating table or were trauma patients who needed sutures.
There are many patients with external injuries during this kind of heavy rain. When there were many patients originally, Su Tang helped to sew up a few injuries. But now there are more people than vacancies, so many emergency department and surgical doctors took the initiative with a smile on their faces, and rushed the patients to the treatment room.
In response, Su Tang blinked, pleased with the idea, and stood by the window of the emergency department with Pan Yuhao to relax a little.
I watched the TV reporters outside the house filming and shouting, while many people nearby were still fishing in the water, and they seemed to be getting more and more excited. There was even a man in his 50s or 60s who took out a fishing rod and a small bucket from somewhere and was ready to start fishing in a raincoat...
Su Tang subconsciously set her sights on Pan Yuhao.
Su Tang: “……?”
Su Tang raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
I saw Pan Yuhao looking at the storm outside the emergency room, taking out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, and quickly writing a big word - "poor"!
The black oil-based pen was the largest and thickest type used in the department office to write messages in the past, so the black words on the white paper were particularly eye-catching.
"Doctor Pan...what are you doing?" Su Tang was a little confused and didn't quite understand what Pan Yuhao was thinking.
Pan Yuhao looked at Su Tang meaningfully, and smugly shook the white paper in his hand: "Doctor Su, you don't understand this! It's a windy day, I will take this opportunity to keep the 'God of Poverty' away from me!"
Pan Yuhao: "After all, a 6-digit password is not suitable for protecting a 4-digit deposit."
"So goodbye to 'you'!"
Thinking of his car that was damaged by the typhoon yesterday, and the sky-high non-diagnostic fees he heard a few hours ago, Pan Yuhao quickly opened the door of the emergency department and threw the white paper with the word "poor" written on it, representing the god of poverty, into the sky!
He doesn't need 5 million, just give him a 200,000 yuan medical bill this year!
The white paper was carried away by the violent wind and rain, and Pan Yuhao was laughing.
Su Tang: “…………”
Su Tang had a blank expression on her face as she looked at the black words on the white paper that was blown away into the sky by the typhoon, and she felt quite sad.
Alas, why does this good person always like to deceive himself?
On a typhoon day like this, let alone a blank sheet of paper, if you are not careful, you might even be swept away...
But, life still needs some sense of ceremony. As long as Dr. Pan is happy about this kind of thing, I’m happy...??????
Su Tang stared in surprise, her jaw slightly open, almost unable to close!
I saw that the piece of white paper that was just swept away by the typhoon was suddenly swept up by the strong wind! And it was swept back by the strong wind at lightning speed! "Shua!——"!
“Bang!——”
The white paper, soaked by the rain, flew back instantly and smeared on Pan Yuhao's face! And the side with the big word "poor" written in the middle of the white paper hit Pan Yuhao's face!
Su Tang: “…………”
People around: “…………”
Pan Yuhao: “…………”
Pan Yuhao grabbed the word "poor" pasted on his face and gritted his teeth.
The waves of grievance in his heart almost made Pan Yuhao cry.
Fortunately, this was the emergency department of the Sixth Hospital, and there were many medical staff and patients around, so Pan Yuhao was forced to hold back his boiling tears. He stood aside silently, as if he was a stone without emotions.
"Dr. Pan...how about we try it again?" Su Tang's face was full of confusion and her throat was dry.
Will Dr. Pan be devastated?
Pan Yuhao's face was stern, and his voice was cold and ruthless: "No, Doctor Su... As doctors, we should focus on our work when we are on the path of science."
Su Tang: “……???”
"Doctor Su, how can you get lost in such a false fantasy? We have to dedicate everything to medical work, Doctor Su!" Pan Yuhao grasped the word "poverty" in his hand and squeezed it into a ball. He looked at Su Tang with a face full of grief, as if it was Su Tang who wanted to throw away the god of poverty just now, not him.
Su Tang: “??!!”
Su Tang: “…………”
Su Tang had a blank expression on her face and slowly withdrew her sympathetic gaze.
Hey! She knows that sometimes some people don't deserve sympathy!
Damn it! Who is obsessed with false fantasies? ? !
The crowd around looked at Pan Yuhao in amazement: "…………"
This, this person is too shameless!
Only one little girl looked at Pan Yuhao, then at the white paper that was blown back by the typhoon. She grabbed her mother's hand and sighed like a little adult: "Mom... I was actually a little sad. It's a pity that the typhoon didn't come during the summer vacation, otherwise I would have let the typhoon blow away my summer homework."
The little girl puffed up her cheeks, thought seriously for a moment, knitted her two pretty eyebrows, and sighed softly, "But now it seems... dry summer homework should be better than wet summer homework. At least it's easier to write with a pen."
The onlookers all around said: "..."
The little girl's mother had no expression on her face. She lowered her head silently and put one paw on her daughter's head, "…………"
You are such a clever little fellow! How come I didn't know you were so smart before?
………………
Typhoon Basho lasted for a total of 21 hours from the time it landed in Shenzhen until it left. After that, Su Tang saw several more patients until someone came to take over the shift and made an appointment with Wu Man for the next flight clinic. Then Su Tang returned to the inpatient department with Pan Yuhao.
After returning to the inpatient department, Su Tang couldn't just rest, but had to give acupuncture treatment to Wei Feng and others in the department.
Having not had much rest the whole night and having spent some time in the outpatient clinic during the day, Su Tang looked tired and haggard. Unlike her usual energetic appearance, she now looked more like a wilted cabbage.
Wei Yan glanced at the faint dark circles under Su Tang's eyes, frowned slightly, and said with his thin lips slightly opened: "Doctor Su...why don't you go back and rest today?"
"Well?"
Su Tang blinked, and her fluffy hair swayed slowly as she tilted her head. She rubbed her slightly sleepy eyes, shook her head, and smiled brightly, "No, Mr. Wei... It's nothing, I just stayed up all night. I'll go back to rest after I give you the injection."
Wei Yan's dark eyelashes slightly turned upwards, and his black jade-like pupils, along with his raised eyelids, lightly swept across the girl's eyes which were a little red from being rubbed. The sequelae of staying up late on duty made the girl's eyes slightly red, and there were a few red bloodshot under her eyes.
"You shoot first." Wei Yan was silent for a moment, slowly retracted his gaze, and said no more.
Secretary Zhao in the room blinked, subconsciously looked at Su Tang, then looked at Wei Yan. He always felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird for a moment, but he didn't know what was wrong. However, after thinking about it carefully, Secretary Zhao came to his senses.
Well……
Isn't the reason why Mr. Wei came to live in the hospital during the storm just to ensure that he could get the required amount of acupuncture treatment every day and recover as soon as possible?
Now you actually tell Dr. Su to let people go back and rest early?
The acupuncture treatment this morning hasn’t even been done yet!
Secretary Zhao silently complained in his heart that it was a waste of time to stay in the hospital during the typhoon, and it would be better to stay in the villa.
Next to her, Su Tang had bent down and started giving Wei Yan acupuncture. In order to prevent herself from getting too sleepy and making mistakes during the acupuncture, Su Tang stared wide-eyed and pinched her arm hard. Pain and soreness rushed to her head. Su Tang's eyes became redder immediately, and physiological tears filled her eyes and were about to fall out.
The corner of his eye passed through the girl's round, slightly red eyes. Wei Yan took a slight breath, retracted his gaze, and lay down on the bed.
Su Tang lowered her head and quickly gave the man the injection. She instinctively pressed Wei Yan's calf, feeling the stiff and thin muscles under her fingers. Su Tang asked, "Mr. Wei, have you had cramps recently? If you have cramps, remember to let me know. I'll prescribe a prescription to relieve them."
Wei Yan's eyes swept across the white walls of the ward, feeling the warmth of the girl's fingertips stroking his calves. Wei Yan lowered his eyes and said, "Okay, I will."