Zhen Fei returned to the house in the basement after get off work, and saw a lot of wet in the corridor and a bay of water. Zhen Fei frowned and found Aunt Mu, the caretaker at the stairway, who was in her sixties. Old lady, guard this building for the real estate office.
Zhen Fei knocked on the door, Aunt Mu opened the door and said in surprise: "Young man, did you forget your door key?"
"I never forgot to bring the key." Zhen Fei couldn't bear to always trouble the old lady, but today's situation is different, said: "Aunt Mu, why are you cleaning the corridor? Didn't I say that? If it is dirty Now, just sweep it. Don’t mop the floor with water. The basement is too humid. If you mop the floor with water like this, only a wetter, too humid environment is not good for people’s health."
"You said it is light, can I not mop the floor? The leader of the real estate office will check here tomorrow. If the sanitation of the corridor is found to be unqualified, my salary will be deducted. Is it because I have worked hard, and you still don't appreciate it? If you do, you will be responsible for the hygiene of the corridor in the future, and I don't care." After speaking, Aunt Mu closed the door with a bang and almost broke Zhen Fei's nose.
Zhen Fei is very busy every day, so there is no time for him to be responsible for the sanitation of the entire 30-meter-long corridor. He grinned like a toothache, and secretly blamed himself for nothing to do. Aunt Mu threw a hot potato out of the hillside as she was so old.
The house in the basement is like this. Day and night, it relies on dim corridor lights to illuminate. These corridor lights often break down. People walking in the corridors become big and small from time to time, and they go far and near, just like ghosts. , After a long time, it becomes accustomed.
When she first came here, Zhen Fei was also taken aback by the special environment in the basement. If you shoot some ghost movies here, you don't need to set up the scene at all, just shoot directly to ensure that the atmosphere is tense and full of ghosts.
He admired the elder sister who lived here before, and he didn't know how she lived in such a place for three years. The courage and perseverance are worth learning from Zhen Fei.
On both sides of the corridor is a small room next to each other. In the past, this was an office unit. Each of these small rooms were offices for office use. Later, the unit moved out and temporarily rented out to make private houses.
In such a bad place, there is not a single room vacant. There are people living in it, and there are even newly married young couples living here. These people are at the bottom of society, doing the hardest and most tiring work, but earning very low salaries.
Zhen Fei is a doctor and an intellectual, and his income will be very high in the future. Now he is just an intern, and he will be fine after this period of time. For more than ten years, Zhen Fei, who has lived alone, has survived this way.
Regardless of the dirt and tiredness, he wringed the mop dry with his hand, and then sucked up the water in the corridor. This work was very troublesome. After the mop had absorbed enough water, he wringed it out in a dirty bucket, and then went to soak up the water.
"Oh!" With an exclamation, it turned out that Zhen Fei almost hit someone.
Looking back hurriedly, she was a girl with long hair and shawl. Zhen Fei hurriedly said: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to anyone. Did you soil your skirt?"
The girl frowned and said: "The management office has become kind, and has specially invited someone to clean it?"
"I...I'm the tenant here, and I'm in that room." Zhen Fei noticed that the girl was dragging a suitcase behind her. It seemed that she was a new tenant. This idea was later found to be wrong.
"Oh, that's the case, are you part-time?" the girl asked curiously.
"I am volunteering and doing volunteer work."
"I don't believe it." After finishing speaking, the girl proudly held her head and turned away. She turned the key and opened the room next to Zhen Fei. After the "pang", the corridor fell into silence. It turned out that she was actually It's Zhen Fei's neighbor.
After working for half an hour, it finally sucked up the visible water marks.
Zhen Fei returned to the room, boiled the water, soaked a bowl of instant noodles, and then found the books left by the Onmyoji Master and turned them over. These books are made of thin materials, like a kind of The leather is covered with square characters in tiny small letters, densely packed, there are more than a dozen books, and there are tens of millions of words. Zhen Fei wanted to find a formula for treating Ma Dafu from the book.
"Papa, papa, papa..." Someone knocked on the door outside. Zhen Fei has been here for a month, and no one is looking for him yet, opening the door suspiciously.
Standing outside was the girl with long hair and shawl I just met. She smiled and said hello, "Hey, handsome guy, can I come in for a while?"
"Please come in." Zhen Fei stepped aside and said, "Are you busy?"
"I'm just curious. How much will Aunt Mu give you for a month?" The girl generously sat in the only chair.
"How much is it?" Zhen Fei frowned.
"It's just cleaning."
"I'm really a volunteer. I don't have money. Aunt Mu is so old, and the corridors are so wet. When I went to find her, she furiously asked me to clean the corridors. She couldn't give up and had to do it. "Zhen Fei said helplessly.
"Wow! There are still such good people now? They are rare." The girl looked at him in surprise.
"Well, it's not a good person. It's not bad to do it easily. It's just that my time is relatively tight, I'm afraid I can't clean it every day."
"Then I'll clean it up for you. How about you give me three hundred yuan a month? Only ten yuan a day." The girl immediately became excited.
I looked up and down at the girl in front of me, wearing a simple red and black cotton knee-length skirt, a pair of cheap plastic sandals, linen short-sleeved top, shawl and long hair, bright eyesight. Teeth, Danfeng eyes, curved eyebrows, good looks, elegant temperament, obvious lip line, and a stubborn personality.
Zhen Fei asked wonderingly: "Do you really need money?"
After sighing, the girl said, "Yes, my mother has been sick again recently. I have no choice but to do a part-time job. I think you are a good person and have a good heart, and I am willing to share your worries for you."
"You are more willing to divide the money for me?" Zhen Fei said mockingly.
"Now is the economic age, why don't you need to pay the price? I do things for you, you pay me, this is justified." The girl said plausibly.
"What disease does your mother have? I am a doctor."
"Are you a doctor?" The girl turned around and said, "Can a doctor live in such a shabby place? Over time, she will feel like a mouse."
"The rent here is cheap, not every doctor is very rich." Zhen Fei couldn't explain everything about him to the girl, it's a long story.
"Then you come with me." The girl invited.
Before going out, Zhen Fei carefully checked the electrical appliances and keys in the house, and only after confirming that there were no omissions, did she follow the girl to the next door. This is a habit that has been cultivated for many years.
Zhen Fei asked: "My name is Zhen Fei, and the one who Zhen Huan passed on is a very literary Fei."
"My name is Pan Liyong and I work in an airline."
Pan Liyong’s room was the same size as Zhen Fei’s, but there were two people living here, a middle-aged woman with gray hair lying on the bed. After seeing Zhen Fei, she was surprised and said, "Ah. Yong, who is this?"
"The doctor who lives next door, Dr. Zhen." Pan Liyong said to Zhen Fei after the introduction, "My mother has rheumatic knee meningitis and can't get out of bed."
Zhen Fei was taken aback. The rheumatism has reached such a serious level. She lives in a humid place in the basement. Only if her condition is more serious, she could not help but said to Pan Liyong: "Then you have to change to a well-ventilated and dry place as soon as possible. OK, did your mother become seriously ill when she lived here?"
"Yes, the situation of our family is also difficult to explain in one word. It is not much money, and it is very difficult to change the house." Pan Liyong said helplessly.
Zhen Fei gently lifted the blanket and looked at Aunt Pan’s legs. At the position of her knees, the skin was swollen three inches high, and the skin was shiny and purple. If the swelling continues, the skin is about to break. Use it gently. The finger pressed, Aunt Pan grinned with pain, and groaned in pain.
Zhen Fei knew in her heart that all the swollen areas were filled with pus. After arriving at the hospital, he had to perform an operation to suck out the pus. If the tendons and bones of the knee are deteriorated and necrotic, the necrotic tissue needs to be replaced, otherwise the disease is very difficult to treat.
Surgery and replacement of the knee tissue cost a lot of money, and it seems that Pan Liyong cannot afford the cost.
After sighing, Zhen Fei said, "Let me do acupuncture for my aunt first. For this disease, surgery is best."
Pan Liyong shook her head sadly and did not speak. Her mother had seen many doctors and said that the operation was the best. If it continues to be delayed, the leg tissue may become necrotic, and there may be amputation. In that case, the consequences will be even more serious.
From the facial expressions of the family, Zhen Fei could see the difficulties they encountered. He stopped saying anything. He went back to the rented house, found the needles for acupuncture, and disinfected them.
Aunt Pan’s Knee-eye, Yingu, Xuehai, Zusanli and other eight acupoints were pierced with needles. Zhen Fei gently twisted the needles and input the mana in the Dantian Zhihai. After a while, Zhen Fei was surprised. I saw that a trace of pus came out from the end of the needle.
He quickly said to Pan Liyong: "Bring a towel."
Zhen Fei put the towel under her aunt's knee, and the pus from the knee fell on the towel.
Although Zhen Fei is the descendant of Yin-Yang Acupuncture, he has no experience with the effects of Yin-Yang Acupuncture. He was overjoyed when he saw that the Yin-Yang acupuncture needle could drain pus.
He is a doctor, and he knows that Aunt Pan’s condition is caused by pus, but the pus is caused by rheumatism. If the pus is in the knee for too long, it will destroy the patient’s body tissues, with serious consequences. .
If the pus can be released, the condition will definitely get better. This is common knowledge in medicine. It is also better to get the pus out of the hospital for surgery. Of course, it is better to be able to drain the pus out without surgery. After all, surgery requires a cut on the patient's body, which is also a kind of injury to the patient. It is the theoretical basis of Western medicine to exchange small injuries for a larger and healthy body. ()