Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 16 Don't Blame You
"Hey, right from TC City, okay, remember it. Don't worry, I will never forget it."

"Where are you from? County Z? Where did County Z come from? Oh yes, from Xuancheng, don't worry, brother, you didn't hear what the elder sister Tianchang said just now, she said if I lied The patient's money is struck by lightning."

"Uncle, what about you? Eh? You are here to join in the fun. What? It's too much trouble. I'll call you when the results come out? It's okay, I'll charge you two yuan for errands."

Master Fang, who had been busy all day, put away his notebook, rubbed his wrists, turned and walked towards the inpatient department.

On the fifth floor, he found his cousin's ward and waved at her through the glass.

After a while, Aunt Xu Ru came out.

Fang Zhuo took out a handful of money from his pocket, counted it, and handed it all over: "Auntie, take today's 1000 yuan."

Xu Ru said in surprise, "Why so many today?"

"Who knows, maybe there are a lot of patients going to the pathology department for immunohistochemistry today." Fang Zhuo shrugged. Of course, he would not say that he stuffed 500 yuan into the labor fee he received, and there is another 500 yuan left for tomorrow. .

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, and no matter how little you wash it, it is money.

"Okay, wait for your uncle to send the money, and I will pay you back the money. The family's money is kept in the hospital account. You have to use cash to buy things for the doctor." Xu Ru took the money and praised, "It's still Xiaozhuo's. The brain is good, and it will make a lot of money in the future."

Fang Zhuo pretended to be ambitious and said, "Aunt, really, although this looks inconspicuous, it really makes money. I plan to set up a small company for a while to do this. It will be very profitable."

Xu Ru hesitated: "Set up a company? Xiao Zhuo, did you ask your father and your mother about this?"

"It must be discussed with them. The main thing is to seize the business opportunities. This is how one hospital makes so much money. What about the whole hospital in Luzhou?" Fang Zhuo drew a blueprint, "If it can be done, Qiqi's money for treatment will definitely not be worth it. question."

Xu Ru nodded hesitantly. She didn't care about being polite at this moment. Instead, she said worriedly: "Tomorrow, I will give Qiqi induction chemotherapy, using that daunorubicin, arabinoside, sugar..."

Fang Zhuo sighed and continued, "cytarabine. I hope the effect will be good."

"I heard from the doctor that the side effects are very serious." Xu Ru frowned, "I will keep vomiting."

"Well, it's M2's routine chemotherapy, save lives first, and then talk about other things." Fang Zhuo had an unusual calmness.

Xu Ru nodded silently.

"Auntie, you go in." Fang Zhuo said, "I'll go to the station first and send the reports from yesterday's customers."

Xu Ru put away the money, turned around and entered the ward.

Fang Zhuo waved at Qi Qi who was inside through the glass again before going downstairs and leaving.

In a hospital in the evening, patients and their families are not as crowded in cans as they are during the day.

Some people are squatting in the corner with their lunch boxes, while others have already laid mats in the open space. Living in the hospital saves money and facilitates taking care of patients.

Fang Zhuo shuttled through the first floor in a low mood. The progress of the treatment for his cousin was faster than in his previous life. Mr. Su's uncle asked the hospital to reduce the fee for his personal favor, and with his own persuasion, the treatment plan was implemented ahead of schedule.

However, it remains to be seen how the effect will be.

Just as Fang Zhuo was pondering the feedback plan of whether chemotherapy was good or bad, the noise at the back of the outpatient clinic interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother, can you be cheaper? I have already taken my baby to the city hospital to see it, and they asked me to hang up Director Meng's expert number." A middle-aged man in shabby clothes pulled another fat man's arm, With a weeping pleading.

The fat man was the scalper who stopped Fang Zhuo a few days ago. He said nonchalantly, "It's not that I'm not cheap, brother, the expert number is this price. You are a dignified man, don't you have enough money for medical care?"

"My mother will be able to go to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow, eldest brother, you can give me my number first, and I will make up the money when my mother arrives." The middle-aged man pulled the child with one hand and laughed repeatedly.

"The number of experts is very rare, brother, so I won't be difficult for you. Seeing that you are pitiful with your child, you can collect another hundred for me, and this number will be given to you. Otherwise, Director Meng will go to the doctor for half a day and get off. It will be several days later." Da Qiang said calmly, "If you are a father, if your child falls ill and doesn't come to the provincial capital for the first time, what's the point of scoffing in the city?"

There were tears in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he couldn't hold back the tears: "It's really only two hundred, eldest brother, I left fifty to buy food for the children, please, please."

Da Qiang shook his arm, but didn't shake the man's hand, he said helplessly: "Then you look in your pockets, why don't I believe it? There's really no one hundred?"

The middle-aged man didn't dare to let go of Da Qiang's arm. He let go of his daughter's hand and opened his pocket from top to bottom.

The little girl was released by her father, she ducked back, hugged her father's leg, and looked at the world timidly.

Suddenly, she saw a pair of eyes behind the flower bed looking at this side, and quickly lowered her head, but after two seconds, she looked up again, and smiled softly at those eyes.

The smile is very beautiful, soft and gentle, like a small flower blooming on the edge of the flower bed.

"It's really gone." Da Qiang shook his head, "Look at how pitiful you are, brother..."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

Daqiang continued: "Brother, I'll tell you a way, you go along the alley in the east, there is a blood collector there."

He showed his pity: "It's as much as you sell, I'll give you this number."

The middle-aged man was stunned, his lips trembled: "Big brother, selling blood..."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe!" Da Qiang said boldly, "If it's not enough, I won't let you make it up. I'll keep this ticket for you, and I'll spit and nail it!"

The middle-aged man's chest was heaving, he grabbed his daughter, and with his head covered, he was about to walk forward in the direction he pointed.

"Hey, buddy, Daqiang, hey, you're not being righteous." Fang Zhuo, who was behind the flower bed, loosened his clenched teeth, stepped out, and stopped the middle-aged man, "What blood are you selling, you're not afraid of getting sick? I'm sick, what should I do next?"

Da Qiang squinted at Fang Zhuo who appeared, but at a glance he recognized his distinctive bald head.

"What's the matter? He doesn't sell blood, so do you guys make up the money?"

Fang Zhuo glanced at the little girl who shrank behind his father and looked at him, and said to Da Qiang with a smile: "The children are so pitiful, can you bear it?"

Daqiang said disapprovingly: "I'm still old and young."

"You bastard!" Fang Zhuo scolded with a smile, touching his whole body, "Forget you today, my daughter-in-law just got married, and if you accumulate some virtues and virtues, 100 yuan will be given to the Bodhisattva."

Da Qiang has no feeling for foul language, but he is a little uncomfortable with this kind of inexplicable kindness. Is there such a person?Oh, have a daughter-in-law?

He thought of the little girl with the bald head that night, looked back at the timid little girl, reluctantly believed this kind of rhetoric, took the 100 yuan from Fang Zhuo's hand, and said angrily: "Okay, who's money?" It’s all about earning. Come, come, I’ll give you the number, tomorrow morning at 09:30, don’t be late.”

The middle-aged man took the expert account in panic, and watched the fat scalper turn and leave cursingly.

"Thank you, thank you little brother, I, I'll give you the money the day after tomorrow." The middle-aged man held Fang Zhuo's hand, full of gratitude, but still annoyed, "I'm late today, I didn't register, and I almost delayed things. It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Fang Zhuo instructed: "Brother, keep your number and don't lose it."

He glanced at the little girl who winked at him, and took a deep breath: "It's not your fault, it's not your fault."

I don't blame you, I don't blame you, there are still some small problems in the world.

But I might be able to copy a less neat answer to this little question first.

(End of this chapter)