Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

Life in the

hospital was very boring, and for 10 days after the operation, I had to lie in the hospital bed every day, and I was not allowed to go anywhere except to go to the bathroom.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaolu has been with me, she brought an iPad, we watch dramas and variety shows together every day, and the laughter of the two of us often rings in the ward.

Ten days later, the doctor allowed me to get out of bed and move, and my favorite places were the long hallway on the third floor of the hospital and the small park behind the inpatient building.

I like the park because I can bask in the sun, and I like the corridor because I often meet an interesting doctor.

The doctor's surname was Zhao, and he often came out to hang out when there were no patients, and it could be seen that he was very popular, and almost every patient he met would greet him.

Dr. Zhao likes to play chess, and after work, he often comes to the ward to set up the chessboard with us patients, and learn about the recovery of patients while playing chess.

Uncle Wang, who was in the same ward as me, often praised Dr. Zhao as the most conscientious doctor he had ever met.

"Did you know that Dr. Zhao was on the news before, and he used six cents of medicine to cure a small patient who had been in many hospitals. "

Uncle Wang told me a story about a young patient of seven or eight years old who had a rare disease in the world and went to many hospitals and doctors, but could not be cured.

Dr. Zhao heard about this little patient from his peers, took the initiative to ask for the contact information, and asked the parents of the little patient to bring the patient to the hospital out of his own pocket.

After careful consultation and research, he prescribed a six-cent pill to the little patient, and the symptoms were immediately alleviated after the little patient took it.

After listening to this story, I have great admiration for Dr. Zhao's medical skills.

Uncle Wang sighed.

"Dr. Zhao always prescribes the most economical medicine to patients, and he needs to use expensive drugs, and he will also deliberately seek the opinions of patients, and if the patient's family cannot afford it, he will think of other ways to ensure the efficacy as much as possible.

If a person like Dr. Zhao was placed in ancient times, he would definitely be a good doctor for the world, and he would have been erected a monument and sent a plaque.

Uncle Wang's daughter added when she heard this.

"Dad, I have already made a pennant for Dr. Zhao, and when you are discharged from the hospital, I will personally send it to others.

Uncle Wang was overjoyed.

"Yes, yes, send pennants, send pennants!"

the nurse came to change my dressing while chatting, and the little nurse said to me.

"Your attending doctor has gone to the province for a meeting, and you have been in charge of Dr. Zhao for the past two days, so you can go to him if you have any questions. "

I really have a problem, that is, I want to be discharged early, no matter how good the environment in the hospital is, it is not as leisurely as my own teahouse.

Everyone said that Dr. Zhao was easy to talk to, and maybe if I begged him, I would be able to go through the discharge procedures.

I talked to Lin Xiaolu about getting up and moving around, and walked through the long corridor to the door of Dr. Zhao's office.

It is his habit to keep the door of the office open, and when talking to patients about their conditions, Dr. Zhao does not want other unrelated people to stay around to ensure maximum patient privacy.

Normally, I would have waited outside the door, but there was a fierce argument inside the door.

I was a little worried about Dr. Zhao, so I pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, I saw a terrifying scene.

A bareheaded, skinny man, holding Dr. Zhao's neckline in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, his face was hideous, and the sharp knife stabbed Dr. Zhao hard in the abdomen!