Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 224, Hospital

My wife glanced at me, "I changed it for you on purpose. Although the Marsala is good, but you drink it like this every day, you've already smelled it."

I quickly retorted, "I don't smell like drinking, it's mainly because the smell in the operating room is too strong."

"But you made it yourself, curry is curry..."

In this way, I finished my breakfast as usual, and then I went out, got in my corn driverless car, and rushed to the spice factory.

The wind is fast, but a few minutes away, a huge factory covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, planted in a row, and pipelines like dragons has sprung up.

The white appearance of the whole body makes people subconsciously think that it is a cold operating table, and at the same time it looks like a certain cage.

Well, I've been thinking wildly all this time...

Shaking his head, he headed towards the factory, to be precise, towards a relatively small and capable factory building next to it that looked like a private house.

Compared with the real big factory next door, the factory in my house is more like a small room for blending chemical spices than a factory.

After all, it is just a kind of condiment, and the daily shipment is hundreds of catties. This kind of condiment can be produced directly in the underground warehouse at home.

In fact, it's been done that way before.

However, it was reported and asked to rectify, and then because it had to comply with the food additive safety standards of the health department, it bought such a place and created such a factory.

I parked the car in the parking space specially prepared for me at the door, and then went to the cloakroom according to the process to change into a safety rubber suit with an air filter device on the head, which can wrap the whole body, and then came to the operation In the workshop.

There are two guys in the same rubber suit already working here.

These two are workers of my family. They were originally employees of a certain company, but they were kicked out by the company when they were 40 years old. They had no choice but to do this kind of manual work to make ends meet.

After saying hello to the two, I joined them, and the three of them started working together. The small workshop doesn't pay much attention to anything, the boss and the workers all do the same job.

In fact, according to the daily needs, the factory only needs two people, and the spices can be produced with a little work.

When the business at home was not passed on to me, my parents were the boss and the workers to complete the production here.

The original plan was passed on to me, so that my wife and I could live in the same original way.

But because of the federal employment requirements and because I couldn't bear her to be tired, I chose to recruit workers from outside, and because I couldn't bear to be tired myself, I recruited two people.

It's easy for three people to do it.

Just repeating the mechanical work as usual, I thought it would last until noon, but I didn't expect that after a while, the personal terminal suddenly sent a vibration reminder.

I greeted the two people who were working, and went to the side to connect. At that time, my wife's anxious voice sounded from inside the sticky rubber protective clothing, "Chu Xiang, Dad passed out, come to the hospital soon."

"what!"

I exclaimed, and then quickly asked where they were.

Then he turned his head and let the two workers do it by themselves, while he took off his work clothes, went out in a panic, and drove towards the hospital by car.

Fushe Street Hospital, a small hospital near our home.

I got out of the car at the entrance of the hospital, and I ran towards the emergency room.

After verifying my identity, I came to the ward, and saw my parents who were still fine just now lying on the bed, but there was no reaction, their faces were extremely sallow, without the slightest trace of blood, and they looked very bad. A mess of instruments.

And my wife is sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing silently.

Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw me, and she rushed over quickly.

I patted her on the back, then lifted her shoulders, "Don't worry, what's going on?"

"After you left in the morning, after a while, I reheated the food and served it to the two elderly people. Then I was persuading them to go to the hospital, and while I was talking, I just..."

The wife sobbed, "Then I quickly dialed 120 and contacted you."

I took a deep breath and asked, "What about the doctor, what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor doesn't know what's going on for the time being, and arranged a lot of examinations, which have been done now, and are still waiting for the results."

"Well, don't worry, nothing will happen. We have to trust the doctors and the current medical technology." I patted my wife on the shoulder, helped her to sit down, and waited for the judgment of fate together.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the ward was opened, and a middle-aged Indian-African man in a white coat came in looking at the electronic bill.

He glanced at my wife and me, and then said to me, "I'm Pierre, the doctor in charge here."

I hurried forward and asked, "Doctor Peel, how are my parents doing?"

The doctor raised the 3D projection report in his hand, "The condition of the two elderly people is very bad, and there are problems with all indicators."

As soon as I heard this, I immediately panicked from my original composure, "What is the disease? What's going on?"

"The various indicators on the body are too messy, and there are too many problems that may cause this situation. There is no way to determine it yet, and further inspections are needed."

"so what should I do now?"

The doctor said: "In view of the critical situation of the two patients, I suggest applying for expert consultation."

"Okay, fine, I'll listen to you."

Then the nurses and our husband and wife pushed the parents to a hemispherical consultation room, which was not much different from the previous ward, except that there were many more perception cameras.

Dr. Peel nodded to me, and after a while, several doctors in white coats of different ages, skin colors, and genders were projected.

I saw the different badges on his body that read: "Chief Psychologist of Manhattan People's Hospital——Wang Wenlin".

"Sakura Medical Association - Panasonic".

"Professor of Immunology Department of Victoria Hospital..."

"Member of the Brain Structure Research Institute of the Indian Academy of Medicine..."

All are experts from major hospitals around the world.

The current medical diagnosis and treatment have undergone earth-shaking changes from the past. With the support of Da Luotian and other technologies, both diagnosis and surgery can be completed across regions, and distance is no longer an obstacle to seeing a doctor.

Coupled with the comprehensive networking of all hospitals under the guidance of the Ministry of Health, it can be said that to some extent all hospitals have become one hospital, and medical resources are already very balanced.

Even in a small clinic, you can enjoy the treatment of the best doctors in the world.

The only thing that those big hospitals can take advantage of is the doctor's rating, and the other is some precious, unpopular treatment and examination equipment.

(End of this chapter)