There are many residential areas here, and there are supporting community hospitals, which are very close.
After arriving at the hospital, I accompanied Master Mao into the hospital and asked Wu Ling and others to leave first.
Once they left, Director Mao felt much more relaxed.
"I can't believe she is such a young and beautiful girl. Oh, I have heard people say before that they all seem to be pretty good people. I don't know why, but they just work in that office..." Director Mao started chatting. But he stopped again.
Maybe there are some taboos about these things.
I didn't answer the call, so I registered Director Mao and sent her to get stitches.
The doctor cleaned Director Mao's wound and was about to anesthetize and suture her, but the movement suddenly stopped.
"Doctor, how are you? What's the problem?" Director Mao asked nervously.
The doctor said: "It looks like you have injured a tendon. The wound is too deep, too big, and irregular... We can't give you stitches here. You'd better go to a big hospital. We here Connect with Minqing Hospital. Go and have a look over there. You may need surgery. Let me help you stop the bleeding first. After stopping the bleeding, you can go to Minqing Hospital. I will help you transfer here. You don’t have to look back when you get there. registered."
Director Mao was a little flustered, "Is it serious? Is it serious? I don't feel a lot of pain, it just hurts a little when I was injured..."
"It's okay, it's not serious. Auntie, are you going to retire? It won't matter if you retire. If you become an athlete or something, this will affect you." The doctor walked over and looked at the computer screen and said casually, "Now this surgery is Minor surgery, nothing.”
Director Mao breathed a sigh of relief.
I took my phone and called a cab.
Director Mao had difficulty with her hands, so I helped her call her family and then the neighborhood committee.
"I'm really sorry to trouble you, Xiao Lin. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome. After the bleeding stops, I will just go to the hospital by myself. You can go home," Director Mao said.
"It's okay, I'll go with you." I didn't give Director Mao a chance to refuse, so I called home and told my parents about the situation.
Of course, this matter was not dangerous, and they didn't say much.
The doctor quickly gave Director Mao medicine to stop the bleeding.
The taxi I ordered was also waiting at the door of the hospital.
Minqing Hospital is also "busy" on weekends.
When I arrived at the entrance of Minqing Hospital, I suddenly remembered that Zheng Wei's family died here.
Not much can be seen from the main entrance of the hospital. The patients here seemed normal and not affected by the incident.
As the doctor from the community hospital said, there is no need to register again when transferred to Minqing Hospital. After arriving, the doctor here examined Director Mao's wound.
"This wound is a bit serious. How did it happen?" The doctor asked while checking.
Director Mao answered.
"Take a X-ray first to see the specific situation. You may need to be hospitalized for surgery." The doctor typed on the keyboard.
Before Director Mao’s family arrived, I accompanied Director Mao to the radiology department to take some X-rays.
The waiting time here is too long.
The patients and their families who were waiting in line couldn't help chatting, and they talked about the pick-up accident that just happened in Minqing Hospital.
"... It was said that there was a short circuit in the wires, something exploded, and then it started to burn."
"I heard from a nurse before that the fire was deliberately set."
"How could you deliberately set a fire?"
"My brain is not normal. There is something wrong with my brain, that's why I did this."
"Hey, was it done by a mental illness here?"
"Then I don't know. I just heard that there is a brain problem."
I listened to these remarks with a blank expression.
Director Mao's mood has calmed down, but he is not as enthusiastic as he was in the community, and he did not strike up conversations with the people around him.
I comforted Director Mao a few words.
Maybe it was the name I called her that aroused the interest of people around me.
A middle-aged woman sitting next to Director Mao took the initiative to chat.
"... Your injury looks scary. How did you get it?" The middle-aged woman looked at Director Mao's wrist.
"Well, it's a bit serious. I was holding on to something, but I didn't expect it to scratch my hand."
"As I get older, I can't stand a little bump. Me too. I slipped while walking up the stairs, but I didn't fall. I had some pain in my foot at that time, but I didn't take it seriously. The pain lasted for a week. I just have to come and see it.”
"Oh, yes. You have to be careful at this age."
"That's fine. In another ten or twenty years, if I slide like this, I will have a funeral in less than a week. Hahaha."
This topic is really weird, but this middle-aged woman is very open-minded, and she still has a smile on her face when she talks about it.
After learning that Director Mao was just the director of the neighborhood committee and that I was just someone she knew, the conversation between the two gradually turned to the accident.
"... I told my son that he was still worried when he came here to see a doctor. What is there to worry about? I have to worry about all this, and I don't even have to go out," the woman said.
"Then the accident was an accident," Director Mao said.
"I heard them say before... the person in front of the queue said that there was a lunatic who deliberately set the fire. Is there a lunatic here? When I registered, I seemed to see such a specialist number." The woman said.
"A large general hospital like this should have all kinds of departments."
The woman's cell phone rang.
After she answered the phone, she loudly announced her location, attracting attention from the people around her.
After hanging up the phone, she calmly introduced to Director Mao, "It's my son who's here. He also brought my daughter-in-law. Really, I don't have a big problem."
Even though she said this, there was a smug smile on her face.
Director Mao followed her wishes and praised her son and daughter-in-law for their filial piety.
The smile on her face became even bigger.
After a while, the woman waved and shouted behind me: "This way!"
I turned around and saw the eyes of a man and a woman falling on our side.
As they walked in, my body slowly stiffened.
The man looked somewhat similar to the middle-aged woman. He was of medium height and neither fat nor thin. He had an anxious look on his face as he walked quickly. The woman of the same age next to him has long hair that hangs loosely on her shoulders, with bangs that make her face look small. Her figure is also very thin, her eyes are dark, and she has the same worried expression on her face. , closely following the man.
I couldn't move my eyes away from the woman for a while, and I thought to myself several times before I looked away to make myself look more natural.
The woman glanced at me and then focused on her mother-in-law.
"Mom, I told you I would see you off later, why did you come to the hospital on your own?" the man complained.
"It's so close, what can I give you? You came to pick me up, and you had to take a detour to get to the hospital. Hey, you are so serious, you even brought Jingjing here. After all, you should rest at home more during the weekend." The middle-aged woman said.
The two words she said made me purse my lips tightly.
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