"Master, it's snowing!"
The door opened, and the lone wolf rushed in excitedly. His fluffy hair was covered with snow. This guy didn't care about that and jumped directly onto the fire bed. The hair all over his body started dripping with water in an instant.
Fang Zheng quickly kicked the dead dog down and said, "Why do you get on the kang when you are covered in snow?"
The lone wolf grinned and shook his fur. The snow and rain that had not yet melted were scattered all over the room. Fang Zheng immediately touched the feather duster beside the kang.
The lone wolf saw it, turned around and ran away...
Fang Zheng then gave up and leaned on the window to look outside. Sure enough, after a night, there was already a thick layer of snow outside.
This is the first snow in winter. The snow is very sticky. It sticks to the eaves of the house without falling off. It can bend the tree when it falls on it, but it is not blown by the wind or shakes by the tree. This is also the most dangerous snow, it is very easy to crush saplings and so on...
But this is also the most fun snow, because it is the first snow in winter. Even Northeasterners who grew up in the Northeast are particularly happy to see this snow scene.
Before Fang Zheng went out, he could hear the sounds of disciples playing in the front yard, and Jing Kuan's shouts: "Senior brother! Don't go too far! You bully people... I am not Snow Qiu! Master, help me..."
Fang Zheng laughed, opened the door and walked out. He stood at the back door, leaning on the door rail and looking at the front yard.
Fang Zheng didn't say anything, but the disciples heard it. One by one, they immediately stopped, turned around and saluted Fang Zheng, "Greetings to Master."
Fangzheng looked around and saw from left to right, the lone wolf, the monkey, the red boy and the salted fish. There was also a tattered old car lying in the distance... except the squirrel was missing.
Fang Zheng asked: "Where is the squirrel?"
I saw a snowman's head shaking for a while, and then a squirrel's head popped up and shouted angrily: "Master, they have gone too far! Wrap me in a snowball and roll it! Are there such brothers?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "It's indeed too much."
The squirrel quickly got himself out of the snowball, then sat on the snowman's head and shouted: "Master, you have to give me some advice."
Fang Zheng looked at the other disciples. The other disciples were either looking down at the snow or looking up at the sky...
Fang Zheng said: "You can't bully Jingkuan like this. If you want to make a snowball, make it a big one..."
When the squirrel heard this, he felt bad and was about to run away when a few brothers suddenly ran over, grabbed them and stuffed them into the snowball. Then the lone wolf and the monkey pushed the snowball and ran away. It was getting louder and louder, but the squirrel's cry inside was still loud, but unfortunately, it couldn't stop at all.
Fang Zheng was sitting at the door, watching the disciples playing, feeling relaxed...
"Abbot, would you like a bowl of wine to warm me up? I feel that although gasoline tastes good, in this winter, alcohol is more comfortable." Lao Xiacha came up and said.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "Drinking is not allowed in the temple."
"What I drank was alcohol, not wine." Lao Xiachi argued.
Fang Zheng said: "That won't work either!"
While he was talking, Fang Zheng heard someone crying and rushing up the hill, shouting as he ran: "Abbot Fang Zheng, help! Help!"
Fang Zheng was stunned, opened the door of the temple, and looked outside.
I saw a young man in very thin clothes running towards me with his head lowered, followed by three men chasing closely. One of them suddenly raised his hand and hit the young man on the back with a stick!
Fang Zheng frowned, flicked his finger, and the stick fell to the ground with a snap.
At the same time, Fangzheng stepped aside and the boy rushed into the One-Finger Temple.
When the three men saw the young man entering Yizhi Temple, they all stopped.
One of them had short hair. He looked very fierce, but after seeing Fang Zheng, he still managed a smile and stepped forward and said, "Hello, Abbot Fang Zheng."
Today's Fang Zheng is no longer the unknown Fang Zheng of the past. His reputation is so great that no one dares to underestimate him.
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, why is this donor chasing after a child so hard?"
The two people behind the short-haired man were about to speak, but the short-haired man glared at them, and they fell silent.
The short-haired man said: "My name is Yang Cheng, and I am a doctor. The man who just entered was a patient in our hospital. He left without receiving treatment. We found him. When he ran away, we chased him all the way up the mountain. .
Abbot Fangzheng, it stands to reason that if the patient runs away, we can just notify his parents directly.
However, this kid was so naughty that he not only left the hospital, he ran away from home. Although we are a hospital, the parents of this child sent him to our hospital, which is their trust in us. Out of various considerations, we notified his parents and came out to help find someone.
Just today, we found him in an Internet cafe in Songwu County. Do you think we should take him back? "
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was also surprised. He didn't expect that the three bandit-like things in front of him turned out to be doctors!
At this moment, the frightened voice of a child came from the temple: "Master, they are not doctors, they are devils! Not human beings!"
Yang Cheng smiled bitterly and said: "Master, look at that child's appearance. He has a fierce look on his face. How does he look like a child? Sigh... It's all caused by the Internet. Children who were so good before are now like this... "
Fang Zheng turned back to look at the child. The child was only wearing a black sweater and thin autumn pants. There didn't seem to be any warmth inside. The child was shivering in the cold winter, and he didn't know that he was excited. The reason was that the cold wind was blowing, and his face was extremely red.
Judging from Fang Zheng's experience, the child's face was probably frozen because some places were about to crack and bleed!
This kind of coldness is almost incomprehensible to southerners. Only those who live in the ice and snow understand that some coldness is not cold, but pain. Some are really cold, not painful, but unconscious. Some people are particularly cold not because they are unconscious, but because some organs are damaged without knowing it...
Now, the child is frozen and unconscious, with cracks in his skin and no blood flowing out.
In this case, the best way is to keep warm quickly.
But instead of looking for a place to stay warm, the child put all his hopes on Fang Zheng like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.
So Fang Zheng said: "Are you really a doctor?"
Yang Cheng nodded affirmatively and said: "Of course, wait a minute, I have a certificate."
While talking, Yang Cheng took out a small book and handed it to Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng looked at it and saw a line written on it: "Yuancheng Fourth Hospital, doctor, Yang Cheng."
PS: After thinking about it for a long time, I am ready to write this extra chapter.
(End of chapter)