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I have to say that the officials are not only kind, but also a bit frugal.

Most of the pigs and sheep that were delivered came from the palace kitchen.

Then the kitchen watched eagerly, waiting for them to finish using up, and then pulled them back.

They even sent someone to communicate about this matter, which not only ensured Zhang Sijiu's teaching needs, but also saved the palace cooks' time in slaughtering.

Regarding this situation, Zhang Sijiu could only give a thumbs up: high, really high! Housekeeping, really good at housekeeping!

But it doesn’t matter.

After all, the main mission of these animals is to provide training for students.

With enough practice, Zhang Sijiu will soon be able to lead this group of students on medical visits.

Zhang Sijiu thought for a while, then contacted Chen Shenyan and asked him if he wanted to come to a free clinic.

Just the surrounding poor villages will do.

Chen Shenyan did not object and asked other disciplines to select people to join him.

After all, Zhang Sijiu’s ulcer medicine department probably doesn’t have too many patients.

In fact, after the free clinic started, there were quite a lot of patients in the ulcer medicine department.

They come to see them with everything from small tumors to fire boils.

However, these are indeed not serious illnesses.

The tumor is basically not big and does not affect daily life. The students will diagnose it first. If conditions permit, they will give some acupuncture to relieve pain and then remove it. If conditions do not allow it and it is more complicated, it is recommended to go to the first hospital for surgery. Zhang Sijiu sat aside and listened, correcting him if something was inappropriate.

Because of poverty, these people can tolerate any disease, as long as it is life-threatening and does not affect their work.

Next door came a peasant woman who suffered from stomachache all year round.

It hurts a lot, and I feel like I can't eat lately.

When asked, he still had black stool.

At this time, the doctor there recommended Zhang Sijiu to come here - they guessed that there might be something growing in his stomach.

Zhang Sijiu asked and found out that the patient had been in this condition for two years.

It has been a year and a half since I first had stomach pain.

Perhaps due to a long-term stomach problem, the patient was very thin and seemed weak.

If it hadn't been for the fact that she couldn't eat anything recently, she always felt overwhelmed, and eating hawthorn didn't help, she wouldn't even have planned to come and see him.

When Zhang Sijiu heard this, he asked her: "Will you vomit? Is there blood when you vomit?"

The peasant woman shook her head and said no, she just couldn't eat. Terrified.

After finishing speaking, she hesitated and asked: "Doctor, can my disease be cured? Will it cost a lot? If it is a lot, I won't treat it. My son hasn't married yet—"

Zhang Sijiu could only remain silent. Finally, she sighed: "It's difficult to cure. I suspect it's a tumor in your stomach, but I can't be sure without an abdominal opening. Opening an abdomen is very draining of vitality. Your body is like this now." Difference……"

However, the peasant woman didn't seem to understand, and just asked: "Is it expensive?"

Zhang Sijiu shook his head: "It's not expensive. Our hospital has a free clinic set up by Queen Mother Liu back then. If you line up early, you can get this spot. You don't need to take medicine for a long time for follow-up treatment, and the government subsidizes it, so you don't have to spend much. "

But the problem is that if it develops so quickly, it is most likely a malignant tumor.

Even if it is cut, it will relapse.

Zhang Sijiu sighed: So it’s not like ancient people couldn’t get cancer. But in ancient times, this was not called cancer.

If he hadn't met her, the doctor would have only defined the disease as a stomach disease.

In the end, he died in a daze.

When the peasant woman heard Zhang Sijiu's words, surprise appeared on her face: "Really? How much does it cost?"

"Five thousand dollars at most." Zhang Sijiu calculated and said softly. As soon as the peasant woman heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and finally disappeared. After a long moment, she smiled dryly and bitterly: "Forget it."

She stood up, hunched over, and prepared to leave.

After taking two steps, he turned back and begged: "Doctor, can you give me some painkillers?"

Zhang Sijiu knew why she asked, because it hurt too much.

Zhang Sijiu glanced at Shen Tie: "Go get the medicine."

Free clinics not only provide free consultations, but also provide some medicinal materials.

Most of these medicinal materials have been stored in the warehouse for a long time. Chen Shenyan used some of them for free clinic this time.

Zhang Sijiu carefully told the peasant woman how to fry it and how to take it.

The peasant woman listened carefully and kept thanking Zhang Sijiu.

However, Lengquan felt that it should be treated, so he persuaded the peasant woman: "Five thousand yuan is not very expensive. Treatment is important."

The peasant woman held the packets of painkillers and shook her head repeatedly: "No, it can't be cured. Five thousand dollars is enough for my son to get a wife."

Leng Quan wanted to say something else, but Zhang Sijiu grabbed him and shook his head slightly.

Leng Quan still listened to Zhang Sijiu's words, and immediately restrained himself without any further persuasion.

The peasant woman staggered away holding the packages of medicine.

As soon as she walked away, Leng Quan couldn't help but lower his voice and asked: "Master, why don't you let me continue to persuade you?"

"First, her family may not have 5,000 yuan. Second, even if her family has this money, it is very difficult to save it. If she uses it, her son may not be able to marry in the next few years. Third, , her disease is most likely incurable."

Zhang Sijiu sighed: "Besides, after the operation, she needs to rest and replenish her nutrition. The five thousand dollars are just medical expenses. She will definitely be reluctant to eat well. By then, I'm afraid she will die faster."

Everyone has a certain perception of their own bodies.

The peasant woman may not know how sick she is.

It's just that she couldn't bear it.

When Leng Quan heard Zhang Sijiu's words, he subconsciously said: "I can donate a little -"

Zhang Sijiu shook his head: "You can donate one, but can you donate thousands?"

Leng Quan was stunned.

"Look, most of the people in this village are so poor." Zhang Sijiu said in a calm voice, "We can't save everyone."

For doctors, this lesson can only be learned from patients.

Even if it is cruel, you must learn it.

Because they really can’t save everyone.

Zhang Sijiu looked at Leng Quan: "Okay, let's go get a consultation. The patients are still queuing up."

Lengquan stood there and refused to move: "But, but..."

His expression was blank.

Zhang Sijiu didn't care too much and just went about his own business.

In the end, only Shen Tie walked over and patted Leng Quan on the shoulder: "Master is right. And if the disease is destined to be incurable, why bother to have an abdominal dissection? Open abdomen is also very dangerous. If it doesn't happen, even the last Is it really a good thing that I don’t have time to spend with my family anymore?”

Lengquan was even more confused.

But in the end, he figured it out, and just returned to his seat silently, continuing to consult the villagers.

Of course, there are patients who are heart-wrenching, and there are also patients who are funny.

A man with corns on his feet came to ask Zhang Sijiu and the others: "Can you cut it for me? I've cut it myself several times, but it always relapses -" (End of Chapter)