Reinventing the Millennium

"Hey, it's from TC City, right? OK, remember it. Don't worry, I will never forget it."

"Where are you from? Z county? Where are you from Z county? Oh yes, from Xuancheng. Brother, don't worry. It's not like you didn't hear what Tianchang's eldest sister said just now. She said that if I lied, The patient’s money is like a thunderbolt.”

"Uncle, what about you? Huh? You're a local, so why are you here to join in the fun? What? If it's troublesome, I'll call you to let you know when the results are out? That's fine. I'll charge you two yuan for running the errands."

Master Fang, who had been busy all day, put away his notebook, rubbed his wrists, and turned to walk to the inpatient department.

When he arrived on the fifth floor, he found his cousin's ward and waved to her through the glass.

After a while, aunt Xu Ru came out.

Fang Zhuo took out a handful of money from his pocket, counted it, and handed it all over: "Aunt, you keep today's one thousand yuan."

Xu Ru was surprised: "Why are there so many today?"

"Who knows, maybe there are more patients going to the pathology department for immunohistochemistry today." Fang Zhuo shrugged. Naturally, he would not say that he stuffed 500 yuan into the labor fee he received and had 500 yuan left. Stuffed tomorrow.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat; no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still money.

"Okay, I'll pay you back after your uncle sends the money over. All the money at home is in the hospital account, and you have to use cash to buy things for the doctor." Xu Ru took the money and praised, "It's still Xiaozhuo's. If you have a good brain, you will be able to make a lot of money in the future.”

Fang Zhuo pretended to be ambitious and said: "Aunt, really, although this seems inconspicuous, it is really profitable. I plan to set up a small company in a while just to do this. It is very profitable."

Xu Ru hesitated and said: "Establishing a company? Xiaozhuo, should you ask your father and your mother about this?"

"We must discuss with them. The main thing is to seize the business opportunity. Now one hospital is making so much money. What about the entire hospital in Luzhou?" Fang Zhuo drew a blueprint, "If we can do it all, the money for Qi Qi's treatment will definitely not be question."

Xu Ru nodded hesitantly. She didn't care about being polite at this moment. Instead, she said with a little worry: "Qi Qi will be given induction chemotherapy tomorrow, using daunorubicin, arabinoside, sugar..."

Fang Zhuo sighed and continued: "Cytarabine. I hope the effect will be good."

"I heard from the doctor that the side effects are serious." Xu Ru frowned, "I will keep vomiting."

"Well, it's M2's routine chemotherapy. Save lives first, then talk about other things." Fang Zhuo was unusually calm.

Xu Ru nodded silently.

"Aunt, you go in." Fang Zhuo said, "I'll go to the station first to hand out the report sheets to customers yesterday."

Xu Ru put away the money and turned around and entered the ward.

Fang Zhuo waved to Qi Qi inside again through the glass before going downstairs and leaving.

In the hospital in the evening, patients and family members are not crowded in cans like they were during the day.

Some people are squatting in the corner with lunch boxes, while others have spread mats in the open space. Staying in the hospital saves money and is convenient for caring for patients.

Fang Zhuo walked around the first floor in a dull mood. The progress of his cousin's treatment was faster than in his previous life. Teacher Xiao Su's uncle gave the hospital a favor to reduce the fee, and with his own persuasion, the treatment plan was implemented early.

However, it is still unclear what the effect will be.

Just as Fang Zhuo was thinking about the feedback plan for the quality of chemotherapy, the noise behind the door of the clinic interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother, can you make it cheaper? I have already gone to the city hospital with my baby, and they asked me to call Director Meng's expert number." A middle-aged man in shabby clothes pulled another fat man's arm. A tearful plea.

The fat man was Daqiang, the scalper who stopped Fang Zhuo a few days ago. He said nonchalantly: "It's not that I'm not cheap, brother, the price of the expert account is only this. You are a big man, don't you have enough money for medical treatment?"

"My mother will be able to arrive in the provincial capital the day after tomorrow. Brother, please give me your number first and make up the money when my mother arrives." The middle-aged man held the child with one hand and laughed repeatedly.

"Expert numbers are very scarce. Brother, I won't make it difficult for you. I see how pitiful you are with your child. If you raise another hundred for me, this number will be given to you. Otherwise, Director Meng will only visit for half a day. It will take several days." Daqiang said unhurriedly, "As a father, if your child doesn't come to the provincial capital as soon as possible when his child is sick, why bother working in the city?"

There were tears in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he tried not to shed them: "It's only two hundred, brother. I'll leave fifty to buy food for my children. Please, please."

Daqiang shook his arm, but did not shake off the man's hand. He said helplessly: "Then go through your pockets, why don't I believe it? It's really not a hundred?"

The middle-aged man did not dare to let go of Da Qiang's arm. He let go of his daughter's hand and opened his pocket from top to bottom.

The little girl was let go by her father. She hid back, hugged her father's legs, and timidly looked at the world.

Suddenly, she saw a pair of eyes behind the flower bed looking here. She quickly lowered her head, but after two seconds she looked up again and smiled softly at those eyes.

The smile is beautiful, gentle and soft, like another small flower blooming on the edge of the flower bed.

"It's really gone." Daqiang shook his head, "Look at how pitiful you are, brother..."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

Daqiang continued: "Brother, let me tell you a way. You go along the east alley. There are blood collectors over there."

He showed his mercy: "You can sell whatever you want, and I will give you this number."

The middle-aged man was stunned, and his lips trembled: "Brother, sell blood..."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe!" Daqiang said boldly, "I won't let you make up for it if it's not enough. I'll keep this ticket for you, and I'll nail it every time I spit on it!"

The middle-aged man's chest was heaving. He grabbed his daughter and walked forward in the direction he was pointing.

"Hey, brother, Daqiang, hey, you are not being honest." Fang Zhuo, who was behind the flower bed, released his clenched teeth, walked out, and called out to the middle-aged man, "Why are you selling blood? You are not afraid of getting sick? I’m sick, what should I do next?”

Daqiang squinted at Fang Zhuo who had appeared, and recognized his distinctive bald head at a glance.

"What's the matter? He doesn't sell blood, why don't you make up the money?"

Fang Zhuo glanced at the little girl who was huddled behind her father and looking at him, and said to Daqiang with a smile: "My child is so pitiful, can you bear it?"

Daqiang said disapprovingly: "I'm so old at the top and young at the bottom."

"You little piece of shit!" Fang Zhuo scolded with a smile and touched his whole body, "It's up to you today. I just got a wife. If you accumulate some bad virtues and virtues, you can give the hundred yuan to the Bodhisattva."

Daqiang doesn't have any feelings about foul language, but he is a little uncomfortable with this kind of inexplicable kindness. Is there such a person? Oh, you have a wife?

He thought of the little girl who was with the bald man that night, and looked back at the timid little girl. He reluctantly believed this argument, took the hundred yuan from Fang Zhuo's hand, and said angrily: "Okay, who can earn it?" All the money is earned. Come on, come on, I've given you the number. It's 9:30 tomorrow morning, don't be late."

The middle-aged man anxiously took over the expert number and watched the fat scalper curse and turn away.

"Thank you, thank you little brother, I, I will give you the money the day after tomorrow." The middle-aged man held Fang Zhuo's hand, thanking him with all his heart, but still feeling annoyed, "I came late today, didn't register, and almost delayed things. , It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault!”

Fang Zhuo instructed: "Brother, please keep your number and don't lose it."

He glanced at the little girl who blinked at him and took a deep breath: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you for this."

I don’t blame you, I don’t blame you, I blame the world for having some small problems.

But maybe I can give a less neat answer to this little question.