Chapter 392 Acupuncture Anesthesia 3
"No, absolutely not. The main reason is that the girl looks too young. Please understand our feelings as parents and forgive us! I'm sorry!" Secretary Liu bent down to apologize.
"I don't care. You can go and invite her yourself. She was about to go home, but I stopped her and then you stopped her. She is not a doctor in our hospital, and I don't know if she is willing to help!" "Yidaosheng" shrugged, indicating that he was unable to help.
At this time, Yi Ke also came out with the dean. Secretary Liu and his wife rushed to Yi Ke. Secretary Liu bowed to Yi Ke and said, "Doctor, I apologize for what happened just now. I'm sorry, I was too impatient. I'm sorry, please give my daughter anesthesia."
Secretary Liu's wife also apologized to Yike, "Doctor, we don't believe in your medical skills because you are too young. We are just too afraid of losing our daughter. I'm sorry, I apologize for my distrust just now. I'm sorry! Please save my daughter! I only have this one daughter, she is my life, the life of our whole family. You can punish us however you want, but please save my daughter."
The woman was crying as she spoke, and suddenly she seemed to remember something. She rummaged around in her bag and found a stack of ten-yuan and five-yuan bills.
She took out all of them and stuffed them into Yi Ke's hand, saying, "Medical fees, these are for you. They said you are not a doctor in the hospital, so they will charge you for acupuncture. We will pay for it, we will pay for it. Do you think it's enough? If not, my man has more," the woman said and let go of her man's hand to take the briefcase.
Yi Ke grabbed her, stuffed the money in his hand back into her bag, and said to her: "No need to pay for the consultation, I——" The woman bent her knees and was about to kneel down, crying and begging: "Please, please save my daughter..."
Yike grabbed her arm and forced her to kneel down.
The woman whose arm was held and who couldn't kneel down didn't expect that the girl was so small but so strong that she was stuck in her words.
She just opened her mouth and eyes wide, maintaining the kneeling position but not yet kneeling, as if she had pressed the pause button and did not move.
Yi Ke said coldly: "If you kneel down, I really won't save you."
The woman suddenly seemed to have pressed the start button and quickly stood up with her legs straight, but her waist was still bent.
She said in surprise: "Thank you, doctor, thank you."
Secretary Liu also said gratefully: "Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor."
Yi Ke glanced at the two people who didn't believe in him and said calmly, "I'm not a doctor. I'm just a high school student. Do you still trust me to give your daughter acupuncture?"
"Believe, believe". Secretary Liu quickly expressed his position.
"You are still a student, you are so amazing, but we believe in you, absolutely believe in you." The woman's surprise turned into admiration.
Yi Ke didn't want to waste time talking to them. She had just used her internal energy, otherwise the patient's bleeding would not have stopped so quickly.
She was very tired at this time and couldn't go for acupuncture anesthesia without resting. After Wang Hongjun came out of Yike, he came over to support her.
The director also knew Yi Ke's condition, so he said to Secretary Liu: "She is tired, let her rest first, and then perform the surgery after she has rested. Don't delay it."
"Okay, rest, rest." The woman quickly moved aside and reached out to support Yi Ke.
Yike sat on the chair with his eyes closed, practicing his skills silently. After resting for about ten minutes, Yike and Yidaosheng entered the operating room.
A nurse soon pushed the patient in. It was just anesthesia and acupuncture, which didn't take much effort. Of course, it was difficult to find a Chinese medicine practitioner to perform the anesthesia for more than half an hour in this hospital that mainly relies on Western medicine.
The operation was successfully completed, and Yike left with the patient's family members, Secretary Liu and his wife, expressing their gratitude profusely.
Yike and Wang Hongjun took the bus back via Heping Road.
Ziyi took Ma Youcai back to the small building. Ma Youcai parked the car in front of the door, attracting the attention of neighbors of all sizes.
Ma Youcai got out of the car, closed the door, and looked at the independent small Western-style buildings. There were gardens behind the buildings, and there were passages one person wide between each building. The people who lived here before must have been rich or noble.
"Brother, the small buildings here are so nice, and they are terraced. Are they expensive? I also want to buy one here." Ma Youcai said to Ziyi who opened the door.
"Do you have money? At least a few thousand? It doesn't matter whether you buy it now or not, you can buy it in a few years." Ziyi thought that the house would not be valuable for many years, and it would not be cost-effective to buy it now and leave it vacant.
“It may not be available for purchase in the future. There must be a lot of people eyeing a house like this. If someone sells it, I’m afraid they will be snapped up.” Ma Youcai said.
Ziyi thought about it and it made sense, so he locked the door again and said, "Pick up the wine in the car, I'll take you to see the district director of the street office."
Ma Youcai happily ran to the trunk of the car, put a bottle of Moutai into a paper bag, and followed Ziyi happily.
Ziyi took Ma Youcai to the street office and arrived at the director's office with familiarity.
The office door was not closed. A middle-aged man was sitting behind the desk inside the door. He was in his early fifties, not tall, and had a large bald spot on his head.
His eyes were narrowed into a line, his face was covered with oil, and he sat there like a kind-hearted Maitreya Buddha.
"Director District, long time no see. You look so radiant and healthy." Ziyi walked forward and greeted Director District.
"Hey, Ziyi, you're here. I didn't know you were back."
The district director shook hands with Ziyi enthusiastically with both hands, and Ziyi's hands seemed to be buried by two big pieces of fat.
"I'm sorry to bother you at work, Director."
"Look at what you're saying. I'd love for you to come. We have nothing to do here except for some trivial matters."
"That's good. I hope it doesn't interfere with your work. Let me introduce you. This is my brother, Ma Youcai."
Ma Youcai hurried forward and placed the Moutai in his hand on the other party's desk. He deliberately pushed down the paper bag to reveal the wine inside.
The district director was a little nonchalant at first, but he caught a glimpse of the exposed bottle cap out of the corner of his eye and quickly looked inside the paper bag again.
"Oh my god, Moutai liquor, what kind of person is this? So generous. Haha." The district director was very happy.
"Director, I've long heard of your name. This small gift is just a token of my respect." Ma Youcai said respectfully.
"Hey, hey, your name is Ma Youcai, Ziyi's brother, one of us. You come to visit us, why do you need to bring me a gift? This is too expensive." The district director blamed him while he stuffed the Maotai on the table into the cabinet under the table.
After the three of them exchanged pleasantries, Ziyi told Ma Youcai that he wanted to buy a small building. The district director vowed that as long as someone sold it, he would be the first to tell Ma Youcai.
Ma Youcai left his contact information, and Ziyi said goodbye and left. The district director saw Ziyi and Ma Youcai out the door, then hurried back to the office, closed the door, and impatiently took out a glass of Maotai, shook it gently, smelled it, took a sip, and shook his head and said, "Drinking and singing, what is life like?..."
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