Zhou Jing, in the name of Jing, has a hot temperament like a firecracker.
Li Muye first saw her in the house where Zhou Ping lived. At that time, she arrived in Shanghai a day earlier and just got off the plane. Li Muye hurried back from the capital to carry out a general cleaning. By mistake, two people who shouldn't have met earlier collided.
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 said: "Zhou Ping should be practicing in the boxing gym at this time." Asked back: "Are you Miss Zhou Jing?"
Zhou Jing said in a standard northern accent with an unhappy face: "I am Zhou Jing, not a young lady."
This can't be regarded as a pleasant encounter. Zhou Jing didn't even put the man who opened the tavern in his eyes. Although Li Muye seemed to be tolerant and open-minded, he was actually more proud of himself than anyone else, and naturally he would not have a good impression of Miss Zhou.
The talk fell apart in a few words. When Zhou Ping rushed home, the two had already separated. Zhou Ping had no choice but to persuade him from side to side with a cheeky, and acted as a host for another meal, but at least he gave Li Muye the task of buying food ingredients to him.
Zhou Jing didn't come here to do business. The business of a small restaurant is trivial to her. People ignore it, and Li Muye naturally doesn't use a hot face to stick a cold buttocks, so after negotiating the supply conditions, he never contacted again.
Li Muye sat in a chair in deep thought and said nothing. The shop was silent, only a white iron pot was sitting on each of the four stoves side by side, making a gurgling sound. A pot of donkey meat in smoked sauce, a pot of braised beef offal, a pot of old soup specially prepared for white-cut chicken, and a pot of spicy and fragrant sirloin soup.
Lao Cui apparently realized something from Li Muye's worried expression, stomped annoyed, and volunteered: "I'll drive the gang away." After that, he threw down the food delivery box, turned and ran away.
This silly foreigner has watched a lot of martial arts TV series recently, and Gu Dao is so enthusiastic that he can't wait for him to be Daxia Qiao. Li Muye was afraid of bad things about him, and hurriedly ordered the two girls to look at the store and catch up with them.
In the hospital emergency building, the disposal room on the first floor.
There was a sick woman lying down, shirtless, and his head was bandaged like a mummy. A group of male family members surrounded the man. The group blocked the door of the doctor on duty. Two security guards stood there. The two sides quarreled. Many patients and family members were onlookers. There were also two security policemen holding arms and watching. , Yelling from time to time, representations are fine, but not beating people.
Lao Cui wore a work uniform with the words "Nanian Taste", and crashed into the crowd like a wall. It attracted a burst of dissatisfaction among the onlookers. When he glanced sideways, he was a blond foreigner who was not like a human being, and everyone couldn't help being silent.
Li Muye followed closely and stopped Cui before he rushed forward. Taking a look at the situation between the courts, Zhou Jing was indeed there, sitting on the bench in the corner and playing with her phone, as if the dispute that was happening inside had nothing to do with her. Li Muye rolled his eyes, and whispered under Old Cui's head: "Let's watch me wink and act. You can hit whatever you want. Be careful not to make things worse."
"You two lackeys, get out of me, and let the doctor on duty come out and talk to us." A well-dressed middle-aged man with a thorn in his tongue shouted at the security guard: "My brother was injured by someone. Just a few stitches. , But she insisted on letting us do so many inspections, and we didn’t find any other problems. In the end, the stitches were stitched, so that’s fine, but her stitches were too careless and bent. The needle got in my brother's stomach. Isn't anyone allowed to talk about such a serious mistake?"
A young nurse rushed out of the room and shouted, "Don’t spray people with blood. We watched when Dr. Zhang sutured your brother. Her technique is obvious to all. It is impossible to leave anything behind. Besides, every operation There is a record of the needle used, and you have to do your homework in advance if you want to blame her."
The middle-aged man was robbed, and he was furious, and shouted at everyone: "I have seen it all, this is the attitude of the hospital to the patients, what is this called? The shop is bullying, and the reason lies with them. In my hand, everything is reasonable, we patients only have to listen."
The contradiction between doctors and patients is a complicated social phenomenon. Medical resources are insufficient, rationing is not balanced, front-line doctors are labor intensive, easy to get angry, and it is difficult for patients to seek medical treatment, and they are still anxious. In addition, many malpractices in the medical system are spread. The three become tigers, and the transparency and high authority of all aspects of medical treatment and medication; all kinds of factors are put together, as long as a little provocation, doctor-patient conflicts can easily erupt.
Those who watch the excitement are not afraid of big things. The middle-aged person's shouting, really attracted many responders. Taking advantage of this momentum, the middle-aged man suddenly came to the hospital bed, unwrapped the bandage on the mummy's body, revealing a shocking scar, pointed at the raised part and showed it to everyone, and said loudly: "Come and see. This is the hook that the doctor threw in my brother's body. The evidence is as strong as a mountain of sophistry, obviously there is no big problem, so I want to look around and waste our money, but in the end he made such a big hole. You talk about it. Should the doctor let her go?"
Someone in the crowd echoed angrily: "Let her go!"
The crowd was excited and clamored, but the two policemen seemed to be accustomed to it, and they were already indifferent. The middle-aged man became more bold, waved his arm and tried to push the two security guards away. At this time, Li Muye noticed that the middle-aged man took a look at Zhou Jing's direction when he started to move further.
Zhou Jing put down the phone, turned Erlang's legs on the other side, and then lowered his head to continue playing with the phone.
The middle-aged man seemed to be given a certain order, and his actions were more direct, pushing two security guards, and squeezing people to the door abruptly.
Li Muye turned to pull the old Cui low and said close to his ears: "The people who call their slogans, beat them, block the door, and are not allowed to put one in."
"Count me one." Old Cui took the lead and suddenly burst out with a loud roar, and he stepped to the door. Two doctors were trying to kick the door, but they were thrown aside by Cui carrying the collars one by one. He blocked the door and shouted, "Isn't it just to make her lose money? I'll help you. Don't grab any of you. Just talk to my fist if you want to grab it from me!" It smashed on the wall with a bang, and actually smashed a hollow brick in the wall, revealing a big hole.
This guy was blond and blue-eyed, stronger than a bear, and his punch was incredible. He looked funny and scary in a poor-fitting patron's gown. Everyone, including several medical troubles, was shocked by his aura, and they were so scared that they couldn't speak. Looking straight at this one, I was thinking, which one is this foreigner singing? Chinese is pretty good, but this position makes people confused.
Li Muye took this opportunity and Shi Shiran walked to the empty seat beside Zhou Jing and said, "It's such a coincidence, I can meet you here."
Zhou Jing obviously didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. She was taken aback. She raised her head to see Li Muye, and hummed softly, and said, "So it's you, why are you here to deliver food?" , She has noticed the situation in front of the duty room. She frowned slightly.
"Forgive others and forgive others." Li Muye said: "Why do women make trouble for women."
"What nonsense are you talking about here?" Zhou Jing looked disgusted and a little surprised. He glanced at Li Muye and said, "Hey, what are you doing so close to me? We are not familiar enough to talk about it, right? ?"
Li Muye stared at her intently, motionless, and said: "Take a step back and don't make unnecessary trouble for yourself. She didn't take the initiative to hurt you. No matter what you want, fight with your own charm, and rely on your good model. The good ones may not have the chance. There is no need to make such small moves that are not on the stage."
"Hey, I said you shouldn't be too much." Zhou Jing was completely annoyed, and pointed to Li Muye's nose and said: "Am I familiar with you? Why are you running over and telling me these inexplicable things? Zhou Ping told you It's a friend, but I am not!"
"Liu Qi." Li Muye said: "I know that you are troubled by a man named Liu Qi. Now I think that Zhou Ping's face can still make you retreat. If you go your own way, just Don't blame me for being merciless."
"What can you do without mercy?" Zhou Jing said unconvinced after having seen wind and waves.
"It's not a big deal to find a few professional doctors to add nausea to her. If you make trouble, you can drive her away. If you make trouble, you can spend a few dollars to settle it. But if something happens, it will make the matter worse. But it's not that fun anymore." Li Muye said coldly: "You have also seen it, my Maozi brother has nothing to do with it."
"Okay, count you cruel." Zhou Jing put away the phone, stood up, and said: "I will give you face today. I don't want to care about her if she doesn't leave, but since you dare to take care of my business. , It’s not so easy to pass. I don’t care how you know about Liu Qi and me, and I don’t care why you want to protect the person inside. In short, you offend me. In the restaurant industry, if you dare to offend me, I will Dare to keep your shop from opening."
Li Muye deliberately transferred the contradiction to himself, and deliberately said to her: "I still don't believe in this evil. I want to see how you can't keep my restaurant open. He's driving you crazy, woman. You don’t look like a woman. If you don’t think you are a woman, I will let you go out sideways today."
"Li Muye!" Zhou Jing pursed her lips and glared at the man in front of her, gritted her teeth and said: "You are so good, let's go and see." After speaking, she turned around and left. When passing by, he slammed on Li Muye's foot. Li Muye had a full view of her small movements, and took advantage of her clever hook at the moment she landed, and instead staggered her. Taking advantage of the situation, she couldn't hold her back, and teased: "Miss Zhou, do you want to dance with me or do you want to practice martial arts?"
"The surname is Li, you remember it for me, there is no end to this!" Zhou Jing struggled to stand firmly, pointed at the tip of Li Muye's nose, counted in the air, and finally put down this cruel remark and turned around. … (End of this chapter)