noffsinger Chapter 128 The person looking for trouble
Chapter 128 The person looking for trouble
Chapter 128 Troublemaker
Is this serious?
Ye Changqing, on the contrary, thought it was a trivial matter, compared to his apprentice Ma Shan, and Zhang Qian and Zhang Lai who were temporarily staying at the Shangpin Club.
One is the successor of the Shanghan School, and the other is a doctor from the Qianjin School.
One grandfather was kidnapped and one grandfather died.
Each one is more miserable than the other.
He had been mentally prepared for this, so he wasn't shocked. He said calmly, "I'll help you."
Zhu Yunsong's eyes showed a hint of surprise. This person actually wanted to help him, and his tone was so relaxed. Perhaps he didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, so he reminded him again: "Think it over carefully. If you help me, you will be implicated and may end up like me.
Are you still willing to help me?"
Ye Changqing nodded. This was something he had to do. "I'm willing to go forward and backward with you."
Zhu Yunsong shook his head slightly. It was not that he didn't believe it, but this matter was too strange.
He had many relatives and friends, but they all became distant because of the accident. He didn't trust a stranger and was willing to take risks for the sake of the friendship of the older generation.
"why?
What are you planning? "
Ye Changqing was stumped by the question. His purpose was the medical book "Zi Yin Jing". He was worried that if he told it out loud, the negotiation would fall through.
I decided to say it later: "Why I am not here is not important. What is important is that I can help you open a clinic. I just want to ask you whether you will open a clinic or not?"
Zhu Yunsong thought about it and agreed. He was penniless, so it didn't matter to him what the other party wanted: "I run a clinic.
I have done one thing and one thing only in my life, and that is to practice medicine."
Ye Changqing nodded, still quite courageous: "Let's choose a place."
Zhu Yunsong's eyes regained their spirit: "I'm not picky, as long as there's room for a diagnosis table."
Ye Changqing led Zhu Yunsong out and said, "When I came here, there was a maternity and baby products store that was being transferred. I guess it's because fewer people have given birth in the past two years, so business is not doing well.
I will rent it to you now."
Songjiang City, in front of the Fifth Hospital.
There were only three types of shops: a flower and gift shop, a pharmacy, and a maternity and baby supplies shop. One of them was labeled Sunshine Baby Maternity and Baby Supplies Shop.
The store has been vacated, with only one empty room left.
Zhu Yunsong looked at the shop, then at the Fifth Hospital across the street, with a complicated expression: "This place you rented is amazing!"
Ye Changqing probably knew what he meant. There was a hospital across the street. If a clinic was opened here, it would be almost like seeking death if the medical skills were poor, but if the medical skills were excellent, then it would be like asking for trouble.
But he didn't have time to accompany Zhu Yunsong and endure it slowly. This was a matter of right and wrong, and the outcome would be revealed immediately.
"Go take a shower, buy some clothes, and tidy up your appearance. I'll help you get your documents and buy furniture and medicinal materials."
Zhu Yunsong nodded: "Okay, I'll go clean up. Let me remind you one thing, after opening, you'd better be more discerning. If something goes wrong, run away quickly.
I won’t have time to remind you then.”
Ye Changqing began to worry after hearing this, feeling that something was about to happen. In the afternoon, he asked Cheng Liangpeng to handle everything in the shop, and a sign was written saying "Ping An Clinic is ready."
All we need is a doctor.
Neighbors looked at the clinic strangely, and even passers-by shook their heads silently when they saw the clinic.
Ye Changqing was sitting in the store waiting when suddenly a man came in. He had short hair, wore a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses.
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes.
He is handsome and very clean, like a handsome guy who walked out of a comic book.
Zhu Yunsong!
Ye Changqing couldn't believe it. Was this still the man who was rummaging through the trash can?
Zhu Yunsong looked at everything in the shop in surprise: "It's healed so soon?" As he spoke, he walked to the examination table, touched the pulse pillow, looked at the silver needle box, picked up a stack of notes and flipped through them, as if greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "Should we put up the sign saying we're open for business?"
Zhu Yunsong, like a general about to go into battle, suddenly raised his voice and shouted heroically, "Hang up!"
Ye Changqing smiled. This guy felt like he was going to die. This state was a bit too much. He walked to the door, picked up the sign that said "Open for Business" and hung it on the door.
Zhu Yunsong slowly sat down, picked up a pen, and wrote a few strokes on a prescription. Seeing the sloppy yet fluent handwriting, he seemed to find confidence.
But when he looked up at the door, he became nervous again, as if a vicious dog would rush in through the door at any time.
Ye Changqing was a little nervous about him, and the two of them sat in silence. An hour passed, and no patient came to seek medical treatment.
Two hours passed.
Still, no patients came to the store, but people from the neighboring shops all stuck their heads in to peek inside, as if curious about who opened the clinic.
At some point, a few people in white coats came to the hospital entrance, pointing at the clinic and seemed to be discussing something.
Ye Changqing looked at the name tags of several people. They were leaders of the Fifth Hospital, but he didn't know where their discussion room was.
He didn't care, as long as they didn't come in and cause trouble.
Zhu Yunsong looked at several people nervously, gradually becoming anxious and restless, tapping the table unconsciously with the pen in his hand.
Ye Changqing was a little impatient and was about to stand up when an old lady hurried in holding a child.
When he saw Zhu Yunsong, he spoke in a crying voice: "Doctor, please take a look at what's wrong with the child. His arm hurts so much and he can't use his strength." The child kept crying and his voice was hoarse.
Zhu Yunsong stood up and said with a smile: "Little friend, do you like candy?
I have a candy here, the delicious kind."
He handed it to the child while speaking.
The child stretched out his left hand to take it, but after receiving it, he was unable to peel off the candy wrapper with one hand.
Zhu Yunsong reached out and took the child's other hand, placed it on the candy in the other hand, and said with a smile: "You need two hands to peel off the candy wrapper."
Seeing this, the old lady shouted anxiously: "Doctor, don't move that hand, it hurts so much, the child can't bear it."
Halfway through the conversation, I saw my grandson peeling the candy wrapper with his hands.
She was surprised and asked, "What happened? He couldn't move his hand at all just now. How did he get better?" Zhu Yunsong smiled and said, "The child just dislocated his arm. I reconnected it. It's okay. Don't worry. Take the child home."
alright?
The old lady was even more surprised. She moved her grandson's hand and asked if it hurt. The grandson shook his head and said, "No, uncle's candy is very sweet and tastes like orange."
The old lady's sadness turned into joy. She hurriedly took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Zhu Yunsong: "Thank you, doctor. I only brought a hundred yuan. If it's not enough, I will ask my son to bring it to you tomorrow."
Zhu Yunsong retreated: "No money, why should I pay for such a small favor? Just take the child home quickly."
for free?
The old lady said excitedly: "No, you can't not charge money. I went to the hospital just now, and they wanted to take X-rays and check this and that, and it cost seven or eight hundred yuan.
The old phone I used couldn't make payments, and I only had a hundred yuan in pocket money, so I had to go home and get some.
The seven or eight hundred yuan they charge is just for the examination fee, and the treatment has not yet begun.
You cured my grandson, you can't ask for nothing!"
Zhu Yunsong pushed Mrs. Lai out and said, "Auntie, I didn't take any medicine or get any injections, why are you charging me? Please leave now."
Seeing that Zhu Yunsong refused to accept the patient, Mrs. Lai was so grateful that she babbled: "Thank you, doctor, you... you are a real doctor.
Those people in the hospital are simply bandits. They didn't even treat me, but they charged me nearly a thousand yuan for the examination fee.
From now on, my whole family, my relatives and friends, when they are sick, will come to you for treatment."
When several hospital leaders at the door heard these words, their faces turned dark and they looked at Zhu Yunsong angrily.
Zhu Yunsong smiled and asked the old lady to leave: "How can you curse your own illness? You are in good health. At such an old age, you can hold a child without blushing or panting. You are in good health. Go home quickly."
The old lady said a few more words of thanks, asked the child to call her uncle and say thank you, and then left.
Zhu Yunsong sent the man away, returned to the store, and said to Ye Changqing, "Here comes the troublemaker."
Ye Changqing looked towards the door and saw that the leaders from the Fifth Hospital were indeed coming towards the store.