The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

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The kidney is almost gone. ． ．

Good guy, the fox spirit that Xu Damao met is not low-level, it is really enviable.

Li Donglai frowned when he saw the red spots on his eyelids.

Pork liver, Cordyceps sinensis, wolfberry, lily, salt.

Is there Cordyceps sinensis in this era?

At least not in the pharmacy on Jingcheng Street.

what can we do about it?

Seeing Li Donglai's troubled expression, Xu Damao's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Brother Donglai, I've become like this, is there any cure?"

Li Donglai shook his head: "I have the prescription, but there is one medicine that is hard to find."

"what?"

"Cordyceps sinensis!"

Unexpectedly by Li Donglai, Xu Damao let out a long sigh of relief, and said disapprovingly: "What strange things did I have at that time!"

"Brother Donglai, tell me the prescription quickly, so I can go to make it early."

Heh, Cordyceps sinensis can grow, it seems that this field is quite fat.

That being the case, the medical expenses must naturally be reduced. Wouldn't it be the same as looking down on Da Mao.

Ten minutes later, Xu Damao delivered fifteen eggs.

Well, in this way, it can be done well, and I won't be afraid of being called a prodigal by my younger sister.

The eggs these days are native eggs, which are fried in an oil pan.

'Zizizizi', soon turned into a little golden sun.

The tempting fragrance wafted out through the crack of the door.

The backyard is Yi Zhonghai's home.

The first mother just sent a bowl of Erhe noodles to the deaf old lady.

As soon as I got back to the house and picked up the bowl, I smelled the aroma, and the noodles in my mouth suddenly tasted bad: "Tsk tsk, Li Donglai also eats eggs at night, it's too sinful."

"You know what, he is now the director of the medical department, a serious hospital leader, and his salary is higher than mine." Yi Zhonghai put down his wine glass and let out a long sigh.

Then he said: "It can be regarded as bad luck. If Li Donglai came two years earlier, I wouldn't have to work hard to train Jia Xudong."

"It's good now, not to mention that Jia Xudong is crippled, the Jia family has blackmailed me."

The aunt picked up a piece of noodles and sucked it up, saying, "You really helped Jia Xudong to collect donations. Last time Yan Bugui messed up, and the people in the courtyard were very disgusted with the donations."

"I can't help it either. Jia Xudong had such a big incident. As a master, if I don't stand up and do something, I will be stabbed in the back." Yi Zhonghai's forehead was deeply wrinkled.

Jia Xudong has been abolished, Li Donglai has become the leader, and now he can only count on Shazhu.

. . .

Chapter 144 The Distressed Yi Zhonghai

The sun rises and the moon sets.

The night quietly dissipated, and wisps of morning glow fell on the world.

Today is the weekend, Li Xiaomei is sleeping at Ding Qiunan's house, and Li Donglai is going to have a good night's sleep.

In the past two days, in order to deal with the upcoming medical disputes, he was very busy. Not only did he send someone to obtain all the information about the operation, but he also went to find foreign aid.

Take a good rest today.

Just as he closed his eyes again, there was a burst of noise outside.

"Clang...clang...clang! Everyone is going to the middle courtyard for a meeting."

It's Big Mom's voice.

Needless to say, the meeting must be held to raise donations for Jia Xudong.

However, is it too anxious to hold a meeting early in the morning?

The residents of the courtyard were also surprised when they heard the sound of the gong beating.

"I've been busy for a week, and I'm finally too lazy to sleep on the bed. What does the uncle want to do!"

"What do you want to do? I don't want us to donate money to Jia's family."

"I want to eat farts. I heard last time that the money donated by our courtyard house in the past was divided among the three uncles privately."

"Hmph, I won't donate later, let's see what they can do to me."

"Old Zhang, don't be so angry. The three uncles have a good relationship with the street office. If you get stuck with them, it won't do you any good."

"I, I just can't get angry!"

"Let's wait and see what happens. Jia Xudong is really miserable. He was disabled at a young age. If the three uncles don't open their mouths like a lion, we will admit it. No matter who they are, they are neighbors in the compound."

. . .

The crowd walked towards the middle courtyard in a hurry, but the three uncles held an internal meeting in Yi Zhonghai's room.

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere.

Yan Bugui knocked on the table loudly: "Old Yi, five yuan per household, isn't that appropriate?"

Although Yan Bugui is the third master, he is now devoting all his energy to the business of collecting waste products, and he doesn't care at all about the bullshit things in the courtyard house.

But he didn't want to give up the position of the third master, so he had no choice but to let Yan Jiefang take Yu Li to take over the shift first.

Regarding Jia Xudong's disability, although Yan Pugui hated Jia Zhang, he still felt that he should donate.

However, Yi Zhonghai set the tone on the stage.

Asking the three uncles to convince everyone that each household must donate five yuan is really beyond Yan Pugui's expectations.

Stick noodles cost 1 cents a catty, and you can buy 500 catties of stick noodles for five yuan. Are the residents really being taken advantage of?

"Old Yan, I also know a little too much, but there is no other way. Last night, Xudong's wife came to see me. Their family is now impoverished, and they still owe their school fees. The compensation in the factory still needs some help. It took a month to come down, and Xudong suffered such serious injuries that he was almost dying, so he must take nutritional supplements." Yi Zhonghai also knew that the money was too much, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

He couldn't figure it out, why did he foolishly agree to Qin Huairu last night to raise 100 yuan for Jia's family?

In the morning, Yi Zhonghai, who had had a dream all night, woke up.

Realized that a big bomb was picked up.

There are only more than 20 families in the courtyard house. To raise 100 yuan, each family should contribute at least [-] yuan.

Five yuan is enough for a family's food money for a month.

Yi Zhonghai knew that it was very difficult, so he could only ask Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong to help him convince the residents.

"I see you are fascinated by Qin Huairu. When Qin Huairu entered the courtyard, I thought this woman was not simple." Yan Bugui snorted coldly, stood up and walked outside: "Let me participate The general assembly can do it, but I can't do it if I come forward to convince the residents."

"You..." Yi Zhonghai stood up and stretched out his hand, seeing Yan Bugui walking out the door without stopping, he could only sit back down again.

He cast his earnest eyes on Liu Haizhong: "Haizhong, Lao Yan has fallen into the eyes of money, and now he has not focused on the courtyard. I can only count on you. Although you are only the second uncle these years, you have done a lot for the courtyard. I can see everything."

"Next month, our rolling mill will start the employee skills test. You have been a seventh-level fitter for so many years, so you should improve!"

Liu Haizhong originally decided to let Yi Zhonghai play by himself.

Just kidding, that's five yuan.

Even he, who earns 78 yuan a month, is reluctant, let alone those residents.

But when he heard the staff skills test, Liu Haizhong's buttocks were screwed back to the chair.

Over the years, he has two things on his mind.

One is to be an official.

One is to become an eighth-level fitter.

Being an official is limited by the level of education, which seems out of reach.

The eighth-level fitter became his real goal.

Leaving aside the extra 20 yuan salary per month, the important thing is that the name is famous.

Every eighth-level fitter is a baby bump in the rolling mill.

The reason why Yi Zhonghai was able to wander around during working hours, even the workshop director coaxed him, was because he was an eighth-level fitter.

However, the examination requirements for technicians in rolling mills are strict.

Liu Haizhong has neglected to exercise these years, and his business has long been neglected.

But there is no compulsion in my heart.

He took the exam five times in a row, all of which ended in failure.

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, his small eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"Old Yi, at my level, I know it well, even though I am one of the best in the workshop, but..."

After speaking halfway, he stopped abruptly and looked at Yi Zhonghai expectantly.

Yi Zhonghai said with a smile: "Technical level is one aspect of the mechanic exam, but comprehensive ability is more important. In particular, it is necessary to establish a good relationship with the master. This year, I heard that the ministries and commissions are busy raising funds for the Anshan side. There was no manpower available for the new factory, so the fitter exam was handed over to our rolling mill. Think about it, do we need eighth-level fitter masters to pass this kind of difficult exam. "

"Then you mean that as long as I support you at the meeting later, you will help me in the fitter exam?" Liu Haizhong's eyes widened.

What an idiot this guy is.

Can this kind of mistake be explained so clearly?

Yi Zhonghai put his hand on his forehead and said in a low voice: "Hey, some things are fine if you understand them in your heart, there is no need to say them out. Also, you support me to help the neighbors in our compound, to unite the masses, not to seek personal gain. Benefit."

"Understood, understood!" Liu Haizhong was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, he nodded and bowed.

I cursed secretly in my heart: This old thing is really used as a frame, and there is a memorial archway.

After discussing the detailed countermeasures, the two went out to the middle court.