LRAB Chapter 261: Li Yuanchao and Banggeng's follow-up
Chapter 261: Li Yuanchao and Banggeng's follow-up
When Li Yuanchao walked out of the police station, the glaring sunlight made him subconsciously raise his hands to block it. His army green jacket was wrinkled, and there were two obvious handcuff marks on his wrists. The guard trotted over and said, "Yuanchao, the commander asked me to pick you up."
"Where's my dad?" Li Yuanchao said in a hoarse voice.
"The commander has gone to the military district for a meeting." The guard lowered his voice, "Before he left, he told you to report directly to the recruit company."
Li Yuanchao turned his head suddenly: "Now?"
"Now." The guard handed him a worn-out suitcase and said, "The car is over there."
When Jia Zhang saw that the police guarding the stick had withdrawn, she immediately straightened her back, glared with her triangular eyes, and raised her voice eight octaves.
She stood at the nurses' station with her hands on her hips, her carrot-like fingers almost poking the tip of the nurse's nose: "You guys are just eating for free! Can't you see that my grandson's IV is almost done? Are you looking at your butt?"
The young nurse was sprayed with spit all over her face. With red eyes, she explained in a low voice: "Auntie, I just changed the medicine for bed three..."
"Bullshit!" Jia Zhang slapped the nurse's table, making the medicine bottles clink. "I just saw you being lazy. You just look down on us working people!"
The patients in the corridor all looked out. The doctor on duty came hurriedly, but before he could open his mouth, Jia Zhang hit him in the chest with an enamel pot, and the hot water splashed all over him.
&34；庸医！&34；贾张氏扯着嗓子嚎叫，&34；把我孙子治成这样！我要去告你们！&34；她边骂边从兜里掏出本红宝书，&34；看见没！老娘也是积极分子，你们别想在我面前耍花样！&34；
The head nurse rushed over after hearing the news and was about to persuade her, but Jia Zhang suddenly sat down on the ground, slapped her thigh and cried: "This is so unjust! The hospital is trying to kill my grandson!" She cried while secretly glancing at the reactions of the people around her. Seeing that more and more people were watching, her voice rose another eight degrees.
"Auntie, please don't do this..." The head nurse tried to help her but was pushed away. Jia Zhang rolled on the ground, her gray hair covered with dust, like a crazy old woman throwing a tantrum.
In the hospital director's office, Director Wang put out his cigarette and winked at the chief surgeon, Dr. Liu, who was sitting opposite him: "Old Liu, what do you think of Jia Geng's case?"
Director Liu pushed up his glasses, and a shrewd look flashed through his eyes behind the lenses: "Ordinarily, observation should be continued after splenectomy, but..." He lowered his voice, "Since the police have intervened, we have also changed his ward. The treatment plan is still being implemented according to the original one that Chief Li had seen."
Dean Wang nodded and said meaningfully: "Commander Li...hasn't come to ask about me recently?"
"There has been no news since the police arrived." Director Liu smiled knowingly, "Jia Geng is young and recovers quickly. I don't need to visit him every day. This morning I asked Xiao Zhang to take care of that bed. Young people need to shoulder the responsibility."
When Dr. Zhang first took over the patient, Bang Geng, he was full of enthusiasm. He wore black-framed glasses and always had a surgical manual in the pocket of his white coat. He personally changed the dressings for Bang Geng during his ward rounds every day, carefully checked the healing of the wound, and specifically told the nurses: "This patient had a splenectomy, so pay special attention to changes in body temperature."
But after a few days, Doctor Zhang's enthusiasm was gradually worn away by Mrs. Jia Zhang.
"Ouch! Be gentle!" Jia Zhang pushed Doctor Xiao Zhang, who was changing the dressing, away and said, "Do you want to hurt my grandson to death? You old ninths don't understand the suffering of the working people!"
Doctor Zhang adjusted his crooked glasses and patiently explained: "Auntie, the wound must be cleaned thoroughly..."
"Bullshit!" Jia Zhang picked up the enamelware pot and threw it to the ground, "That doctor Liu didn't make such a fuss when he came yesterday! Did you do this on purpose?"
Nurse Li at the nurse station couldn't bear to see this and came over to help: "Doctor Zhang is following the regulations..."
"Get out of the way!" Jia Zhang spat on Nurse Li's face, "You capitalist seedling, you are in the same boat with the doctor!"
Gradually, Doctor Xiao Zhang's pace of ward rounds became more and more hurried. Once, just as he lifted up the hospital gown, Jia Zhang came over and pointed and said, "Here! The medicine hasn't been applied here yet! You doctors don't understand as well as an old woman like me!"
Doctor Zhang's hand trembled, and the cotton swab accidentally poked the wound, causing the doctor to scream "Ah". Jia Zhang was furious and picked up a broom to hit him: "You quack! I will fight you!"
From that day on, Doctor Xiao Zhang no longer dared to examine the wound carefully. He stood at the door and took a look from a distance, wrote a few words in the medical record and left. The nurses followed suit, and when taking the temperature, they were too lazy to even look at the thermometer, and just wrote "34C" and that was it.
A month later, a thin layer of scab formed on the surface of the incision on Bang Geng's abdomen. Doctor Xiao Zhang felt relieved and quickly signed the discharge form: "The wound has healed well and is allowed to be discharged." In fact, he didn't even remove the gauze to check - the last time he wanted to check, Jia Zhang's scolding could be heard throughout the entire floor.
Banggeng sat on the cart with his back bent, his face pale and beads of sweat on his forehead. He pressed his abdomen tightly, and every bump made him gasp in pain.
"What a spoiled brat!" Jia Zhang cursed, but she put the only quilt in the house under her grandson's butt, "Just bear with it and we'll get home!"
Qin Huairu followed the cart and looked at her son with concern from time to time. Banggeng's face, which was originally thin, became even thinner after this incident, and his complexion was also sallow.
Back at the courtyard, the neighbors poked their heads out to look in. Yan Jiecheng leaned against the door frame and said sarcastically, "Hey, our war hero is back?" Jia Zhang picked up a broom and was about to hit him, frightening Yan Jiecheng so much that he quickly retreated back into the house.
Banggeng lay on the kang, curled up like a shrimp in pain. Jia Zhang made a thick brown sugar water and insisted that her grandson drink it: "This is for blood supplement!" Banggeng vomited it all out after just two sips, and Xiaodang and Huaihua were so scared that they hid behind the door and dared not make a sound.
In the dead of night, Qin Huairu secretly lifted her son's clothes and peeled off the gauze bit by bit to check. On his smooth belly, there was now a hideous scar with a dark red scab in the middle of the wound. Qin Huairu's fingers trembled slightly, and she gently wiped it with a hidden alcohol cotton ball. As soon as the cotton ball touched the wound, the stick stem trembled with pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked the pillow.
The next day, Qin Huairu got up early and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy an old hen. The aroma of stewed soup filled the courtyard, and the two boys from the old Ma family kept breathing in the direction of the Jia family through the door, making them drool.