Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 32, Big Zero

"Secretary Zheng?"

The aunt turned around when she heard a familiar voice, and saw a man in a light blue Chinese tunic applauding there, and hurriedly said hello.

Yang Xiaole looked back.

The man was probably in his fifties, with wrinkles on his face and standing upright, he looked like a soldier who had served in the army.

At this time, the other party came out: "Little comrade, thank you so much, I didn't expect it to be saved. You are teaching us a valuable lesson!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand: "I am Zheng Shanhe, secretary D of Xidan shopping mall."

"Hello there!"

Yang Xiaole could only reach out and shake hands, thinking that this name is really domineering.

But he looked at the woman lying on the ground and said, "Although the heartbeat and breathing have recovered, the patient is still in a coma, so he has to be rushed to the hospital."

Although the person is alive, the possibility of brain death cannot be ruled out.

Or go to a regular hospital for treatment.

Zheng Shanhe was surprised for a moment, and then his face turned cold: "Where are the health workers in Xidan? Where did they go? Why haven't they come here yet?"

"I'm coming."

At this time, a clear and beautiful voice came over, with anxiety in the voice, and then a sweaty woman came out from the crowd.

The other party was about 25 or [-] years old, and his hair had already stuck to his skin.

Wearing a green military uniform.

There were three people behind, two men carrying a simple stretcher, and the Yan'er that the aunt just said.

Just now when I came to the front, I explained to the convenience: "Secretary Zheng, someone in the restaurant next door has a heatstroke, and I just went there for a doctor's visit!"

Zheng Shanhe didn't say anything after hearing this.

Xidan shopping mall is relatively large, so it is equipped with a separate infirmary, and nearby small stores, small units, and those with a small number of people share this resource.

Then he pointed to the patient on the ground and said, "The patient has just been rescued, please send someone to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Rescue back?"

He Suqin was surprised, and hurriedly squatted down to check, and listened to the receiver for a while.

Only then did he raise his head: "Well, the patient's heartbeat has indeed recovered. Huh! Are you awake?"

While speaking, the pale woman slowly opened her eyes.

Hua Yourong also found that her mother was awake, and hurriedly shouted there.

"Mother!"

I looked around.

Seeing this, He Suqin hurriedly asked, "How are you, lesbian? How do you feel? Let's send you to the hospital now!"

"no need!"

With a pale face, the woman shook her head slowly, and managed to squeeze out a few words, but her voice was already a little hoarse.

Yang Xiaole felt that it would be better to send her to the hospital, so she persuaded her a bit: "Let's go for a checkup, the heart problem is not a trivial matter."

"Let me take it easy, it will be fine in a while, this is an old problem of mine."

People's safety awareness is not so strong these days, and when they heard that she came back to life, they felt all right.There is no more persuasion.

Yang Xiaole shook his head and didn't say anything more.

"Okay, okay, as long as everyone is fine, let's leave!"

Zheng Shanhe saw that the crowd was still watching, worried that the impact would be bad, so he hurriedly asked them to leave.

Seeing that everyone had nothing to do, they all dispersed one after another.

There are only a few staff members of the mall left.

He Suqin looked at her pale and sweaty face, and hurriedly said: "Go to the infirmary on the first floor and rest for a while! If it doesn't work, send it to the hospital."

When the woman heard this, she thought about it and nodded.

Sitting on concrete is not a problem either.

Seeing her nodding, He Suqin hurriedly said to the people next to her: "Qingyang, take her to the infirmary and get her some sugar water."

"Hey! Good!"

The two young men next to him agreed to come down and came to carry the patient onto the stretcher.

At this time, Zheng Shanhe, who was next to him, asked Hua Yourong kindly: "Girl, where is your father! Which unit is he in? Let's call his unit and let him come over."

Hua Yourong glanced at her mother, hesitated and said, "Uncle, I don't have a father!"

Hearing this, Secretary Zheng looked pitiful.

Seeing that the stretcher had already been lifted, he didn't think much about it: "Okay, you go to the infirmary with them, and if it doesn't work after a while, go to the hospital."

"Okay, thank you uncle, thank you aunt!"

Hua Yourong thanked the two of them, and finally looked at Yang Xiaole: "Thank you, without you, my mother might be gone. What's your name? I'm from Class 5A of Damucang Primary School. Which one are you from?" School."

"My name is Yang Xiaole."

It didn't mention the school either. As for Class 5A, it's actually the students of Class 1.

Now it is replaced by A, B, C, D.

One year younger than myself, because the rural school is a five-year school, while the urban elementary school is a six-year school, which is why rural children can't do it well for urban children.

"Yang Xiaole, thank you, I won't tell you anymore, I have to see my mother."

Hua Yourong saw her mother being carried on the stretcher, she hurriedly said hello and let her go up.

After the people left, Yang Xiaole looked at the one person left beside him, and smiled awkwardly.

At this time, his father Yang Guangzhi was looking at him with a smile.

There is a sense of relief in the eyes.

"father!"

Hearing this voice, Zheng Shanhe took a look: "Comrade, are you the father of the child?"

Yang Guangzhi walked over with a smile: "Well, I am his father Yang Guangzhi."

"Hello, hello, I'm Zheng Shanhe, a high-ranking official from Xidan Mall, Comrade Yang Guangzhi, you gave birth to a good son!"

After finishing speaking, he still asked strangely: "Who did he learn from!"

Although the two changed their outfits.

But the clothes are still very torn, and the faces of the two have obvious signs of feng shui and sun exposure, so they should come from the countryside.

That's why he was surprised that Yang Xiaole could save people, and he was so proficient.

Yang Guangzhi was also surprised for a while, looked at his son and asked, "Where did you learn this?"

Yang Xiaole said with a smile: "I've become a doctor after a long illness. I've been to the health center a lot, so I can see it all."

Now I explained a little bit.

After Zheng Shanhe listened, he suddenly realized.

He looked at him with a regretful expression.

Then he said to Yang Guangzhi: "Where are you from? I will report the good deeds of the little comrades as a model of the unit, and I will hold a meeting to publicize them."

"no, I'm fine!"

Yang Guangzhi hurriedly waved his hand and refused, how could he be so motivating!

"Hey, I want it!"

After Zheng Shanhe finished speaking, he said to the aunt next to him: "Sister Zhang, I will also hold a meeting to praise your behavior today, and I will give you a bonus of two yuan at the end of the month."

The aunt was very happy when she heard this, "Hey, that's a good relationship, thank you Secretary Zheng! Then I'll go back first."

After speaking, he returned to the sales area with envious Yan'er.

After the people left, Zheng Shanhe turned his head to look: "Comrade Yang, where is your certificate? Give it to me, and I will register it."

Seeing this, Yang Guangzhi smiled and took out the proof.

Why is he unhappy that his son will be reported for doing good deeds!

Zheng Shanhe took a pen and began to record.

Yang Xiaole looked at the whole shopping mall, thought for a while, and asked Zheng Shanhe: "Secretary Zheng, I want to buy some cloth, but we don't have a cloth ticket..."

Hearing this, Zheng Shanhe raised his head, a little embarrassed.

There are cloth tickets for cloth, and it is too expensive to not use cloth tickets. How about rewarding a few cloth tickets?

When he was hesitating, Yang Xiaole hurriedly said: "Secretary Zheng, I don't want other cloth tickets. I mean, do you have any big zeros here? The ones that don't need tickets are defective cloth."

Blemish cloth is well understood.

It is the cloth with various obvious defects in weaving, printing and dyeing, and no one will be willing to sell it as normal cloth.

So in order to deal with these, there is no need for a ticket, and the price is reduced by one-third.

But the poor love it most.

I bought it back to make the lining, and the bed sheets are all good things.

Once it appears, it will be a scene of mad rush.

The communes also sell them, but they are basically covered by the inside, so there are no opportunities for rural people.

Does he believe that there is no quota for defective cloth in such a big shopping mall?
When Zheng Shanhe heard this, he laughed aloud: "You say this, this is no problem, you go to the first floor with me. To the warehouse behind, a batch of defective cloth just arrived yesterday, and it is being sorted out. It will be sold in the next two days. !"

Anyway, it's all for sale, and the other party pays.

This is not a violation of principle.

However, he still looked at Yang Guangzhi, after all, it was up to the adults to decide.

Yang Guangzhi hesitated.

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole was so angry!

You can finally buy cloth that does not require a ticket, but you are still reluctant, what are you thinking!

"Father, it only cost 4 yuan to see a doctor! Buy some cloth and go home! Look at what I wear. It's just a new one worn by my brother a few years ago.

The elder sister, me, the fourth child, and the fifth child are all too old for the elder brother to wear, so they sew and mend for the younger ones to wear.

Look at my mother again, do you wear new clothes all year round? "

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi blushed a little.

After thinking about it, he nodded: "Okay, then buy some."

As for the money borrowed from Zhuangzi, it can only be repaid slowly in the future. Although his son said that it is possible to balance the debt, he still feels embarrassed.

Yang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking.

If you know, should you praise him for his simplicity?
Or should we praise him for his brain skills?

Secretary Zheng smiled and led him down the stairs, and the two naturally followed.

Ps: For the new issue, the number of words is small, please understand!Please follow up, otherwise the recommendation of the cone will not go up.

When it's on the shelves, let's break it out for everyone.

Thank you brothers and sisters for reading.

Recently, I also want to write some sensitive things, try to be as subtle as possible, and those who like to read chronicles should understand some.

(End of this chapter)