Zhou Jing, named Jing, has a temperament as fiery as a firecracker.
The first time Li Muye met her was in the house where Zhou Ping lived. At that time, she arrived in Shanghai one day early and had just gotten off the plane. Li Muye hurried back from the capital and was doing general cleaning. By mistake, two people who should not have met earlier bumped into each other.
At that time, she asked: "Who are you?" Before Li Muye could answer, she asked again: "Where did Zhou Ping die?"
Li Muye answered honestly: "I am Li Muye." Then he added: "Zhou Ping should be practicing boxing in the boxing gym at this time." He asked back: "Excuse me, are you Miss Zhou Jing?"
Zhou Jing used a standard northern accent and said with an unhappy face: "I am Zhou Jing, not a young lady."
This was hardly a happy encounter. Zhou Jing didn't even put the man who opened the tavern in her eyes. Although Li Muye seems to be tolerant and open-minded, he is actually more proud than anyone else, so naturally he will not have a good impression of Miss Zhou.
The conversation fell apart in just a few words. When Zhou Ping rushed home, the two of them had already separated on bad terms. Zhou Ping had no choice but to persuade him shamelessly and treat him to a meal. After some hard talking, he was able to complete the task of purchasing ingredients that Li Muye had given him.
Zhou Jing is not here to do business. The business of a small restaurant was insignificant to her. He ignored her, so Li Muye naturally wouldn't put his hot face on his cold butt, so he never contacted her again after they agreed on the supply terms.
Li Muye sat on the chair and pondered in silence. The store was completely silent except for the four stoves side by side, each with a white iron pot sitting on top of it, making a beeping sound. There is a pot of donkey meat in smoked sauce, a pot of braised beef offal, a pot of old soup specially prepared for boiled chicken, and a pot of spicy beef brisket soup.
Lao Cui obviously realized something from Li Muye's worried expression. He stamped his feet in annoyance and volunteered, "I'll drive those people away." After that, he dropped the food box and ran away.
This silly foreigner has watched too many martial arts TV series recently, and he is so excited that he wishes he could be Daxia Qiao. Li Muye was afraid that he would do something bad, so he quickly ordered the two girls to guard the store and chased after him.
The hospital emergency building, in the treatment room on the first floor.
There was a man lying on a hospital bed, shirtless, with his head and body bandaged like a mummy. A group of male family members gathered around this man. This group blocked the door of the doctor's office on duty. Two security guards blocked the door. The two sides were arguing. Many patients and family members were watching from the outside. There were also two security policemen watching with their arms folded. , shouting from time to time, "It's okay to complain, but it's not okay to hit people."
Lao Cui wore a work uniform with the words Nanian's taste written on it and ran into the crowd like a wall. This caused a burst of dissatisfaction among the onlookers. When they looked sideways, they saw a blond, blue-eyed foreigner with a body that was too strong to look like a human being. Everyone could not help but remain silent.
Li Muye followed closely and stopped Lao Cui before he rushed forward. After taking a look at the scene, Zhou Jing was indeed there, sitting on a bench in the corner with her head down and playing with her phone, as if the dispute going on inside had nothing to do with her. Li Muye rolled his eyes, pressed Lao Cui's head and whispered, "Just follow my eyes and hit whomever I tell you to hit. Be careful not to make things worse."
"You two lackeys, get out of here and let the doctor on duty come out and talk to us." A well-dressed middle-aged man shouted at the security guard with a thorn in his tongue: "My brother was injured. He will be fine with a few stitches." , but she insisted on letting us do so many tests, and no other problems were found after all the tests. In the end, she gave us stitches, so that was fine. But her stitches were too careless, and she bent one of the needles. The needle got into my brother’s stomach, why shouldn’t anyone tell anyone about such a serious mistake?”
A young nurse rushed out of the room and shouted: "Don't spray blood on others. We were all watching when Dr. Zhang was suturing your brother. Her skills are obvious to all. It is impossible to leave anything behind. Besides, every surgical procedure The use of needles is recorded and can be checked, so if you want to falsely accuse her, you must do your homework in advance."
The middle-aged man was robbed of his money and became furious. He turned to everyone and shouted: "You have seen it. This is the hospital's attitude towards patients. What is this called? The shop is bullying customers. It's all their fault." Whatever you say makes sense, we patients can only listen."
The contradiction between doctors and patients is a complex social phenomenon. Medical resources are insufficient and rationing is uneven. Front-line doctors have high labor intensity and are prone to anger. It is difficult for patients to seek medical treatment and they are still anxious and agitated. In addition, many shortcomings in the medical system have been spread. Three people become a tiger, as well as the transparency and high authority of all aspects of medical treatment and medication; all these factors come together, and with the slightest provocation, doctor-patient conflicts can easily break out.
Those who watch the fun are not afraid of big things. The middle-aged man shouted this, and as expected, many people responded. Taking advantage of this momentum, the middle-aged man suddenly came to the hospital bed, untied the bandages on the mummy, revealing a shocking scar, pointed to the bulge for everyone to see, and said loudly: "Come and take a look. This is the hook that the doctor threw into my brother's body. He has irrefutable evidence but still quibbles. It's clear that there is no big problem, but he still wants to waste our money by looking here and there. In the end, he made such a big hole. What do you think? Should the doctor tell her to get out?"
Someone in the crowd angrily echoed: "Tell her to get lost!"
The crowd was excited and noisy, but the two policemen seemed to be used to it and were indifferent. The middle-aged man became more and more bold. He waved his arms and began to try to push away the two security guards. At this time, Li Muye noticed that the middle-aged man glanced in the direction of Zhou Jing before taking any further action.
Zhou Jing put down her phone, crossed her legs to the other side, then lowered her head and continued playing with her phone.
The middle-aged man seemed to have received a certain order and acted more directly. He pushed the two security guards and forced them to the door.
Li Muye turned to pull Lao Cui down and whispered in his ear: "Those who shout their slogans and beat them must block the door and don't let anyone in."
"Count me in." Lao Cui took the order and suddenly burst out with a loud roar. He took a step and came to the door. Just as two medical staff wanted to kick the door, Lao Cui held their collars in each hand and threw them aside. He blocked the door and shouted: "Isn't it just to make her pay? I'm here to help you get it. Don't rob me. If you want to rob me, just talk to my fist!" As he said, he waved and punched me. It hit the wall with a loud bang and shattered a hollow brick in the wall, revealing a big hole.
This guy was blond and blue-eyed, stronger than a bear, and the power of one punch was unbelievable. He was wearing a waiter's coat that didn't quite fit, and he looked funny and scary. Everyone, including several doctors, were shocked by his aura and were so frightened that they could not speak. Looking straight at this person, they were all wondering, which song did this foreigner sing? He speaks Chinese quite well, but his position is confusing.
Li Muye took this opportunity and Shi Shiran walked to the empty seat next to Zhou Jing and sat down, saying, "What a coincidence, I can meet you here."
Zhou Jing obviously didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. She was surprised at first. She looked up and saw that it was Li Muye. She hummed softly and said, "So it's you. What are you doing? Are you here to deliver food to others?" , she had noticed the situation in front of the door of the duty room. He frowned slightly.
"If you have to spare others, spare them." Li Muye said, "Why bother women?"
"What nonsense are you talking about here?" Zhou Jing looked disgusted and a little surprised. She glanced at Li Muye and said, "Hey, why are you so close to me? We haven't gotten to know each other well enough to have a heart-to-heart talk, right? ?”
Li Muye looked at her intently, motionless, and said: "Take a step back and don't cause unnecessary trouble for yourself. She didn't take the initiative to hurt you. No matter what you want, just go for it with your own charm and your good model." Those who do well may not have a chance, and there is no need to do such a small trick that is not worthy of publicity."
"Hey, I told you not to go too far." Zhou Jing was completely annoyed. She pointed at the tip of Li Muye's nose and said, "Am I familiar with you? Why do you come here and say these inexplicable things to me? Zhou Ping and you They are friends, but I am not!”
"Liu Qi." Li Muye said: "I know you came to trouble her because of a man named Liu Qi. Stop now. I think for Zhou Ping's sake, I can let you escape unscathed. If you insist on having your own way, you will Don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
"What can you do if you don't show mercy?" Zhou Jing, who has also seen the wind and waves, said unconvinced.
"It's not a big deal to find a few professional doctors to make her feel sick. If it works well, she can be forced to leave. If it doesn't work, it will only cost a few dollars to settle the matter. But if there is an accident, it will make the matter bigger. But it’s not that fun anymore.” Li Muye said in a cold voice, “As you can see, my hairy brother’s hands are nothing serious.”
"Okay, you're being cruel." Zhou Jing put away her phone, stood up, and said, "I'm going to give you a face today. I don't want to argue with her if she refuses to leave, but since you dare to meddle in my business, , it won’t be so easy. I don’t care how you knew about Liu Qi and me, and I don’t care why you wanted to protect the person inside. In short, you have offended me. If you dare to offend me in the catering industry, I will I dare to stop your store from opening."
Li Muye deliberately transferred the conflict to himself and deliberately argued with her: "I don't believe in this evil yet, but I want to see how you can't keep my restaurant open. Damn it, you are going crazy, woman." You don't look like a woman. If I hadn't seen you as a woman, I would have let you go out sideways today."
"Li Muye!" Zhou Jing pursed her lips and glared angrily at the man in front of her. She gritted her teeth and said, "You're doing well. Let's see." After saying that, she turned around and left. When he passed by, he aimed at Li Muye's foot and stepped on it hard. Li Muye had a clear view of her little moves, and took advantage of the moment she landed to make a clever hook, causing her to stagger. He took advantage of the situation and caught her, and teased: "Miss Zhou, do you want to dance with me or practice martial arts?"
"My surname is Li, remember this for me. This matter is not over yet!" Zhou Jing struggled to stand still in embarrassment, pointed at the tip of Li Muye's nose, counted several times in the air, and finally turned around after saying these harsh words. … (End of chapter)