"What was he lifting?" Zheng Ren asked.
"The banner is embroidered with the message: Mr. Zheng, you rescued a patient with postpartum hemorrhage last night. That person... must be the patient's family."
Uh... Zheng Ren looked carefully and saw that usually the banners would be delivered to the department and then hung up or disappear into some unknown corner.
If you are writing a thank you note, it should be posted on the door where people come and go so that everyone who comes in and out can see it.
But the man standing in front of the emergency room building of the No. 1 City Hospital held a banner with both hands high...
Aren't you tired of doing this
Zheng Ren vaguely saw the man holding the banner with a bruised nose and swollen face, a frustrated look on his face, and his hands holding the banner high were trembling slightly.
Not far away, several familiar figures deliberately appeared in the field of vision.
They also all had flesh wounds, not serious, but obvious.
Recalling the hell-like scene last night, Zheng Ren sneered, turned back to the computer, and began to make a rescue plan.
He didn't want to deal with these scum at all.
"Huh? You're pretty calm," Su Yun glanced at him, sat behind Zheng Ren, and said while fiddling with his phone.
"What else do you want me to do? Rush down to watch the excitement?"
"I thought you would be so excited that your hands were shaking, and then you called the people who helped you to thank you." Su Yun thought of something, stood up suddenly, and said, "I'll get a photo and post it on Weibo and Moments. Spread it around.”
"What to do?"
"What if it works? For these things, it's better to strike first."
Su Yun didn't want to explain too much to Zheng Ren, and wandered out of the emergency ward office.
I took the elevator from the emergency ward to the lobby on the first floor. Looking around, I saw about a hundred people gathered outside to watch the excitement.
Chinese people love to watch the excitement the most, and the ancients are honest and don't bully me.
Su Yun held the mobile phone in his hand and slowly walked out of the emergency building.
The man holding the banner outside was surrounded by people. I don't know if it was because of shame or for other reasons. He hid his face behind the banner and couldn't see clearly who was causing trouble in the obstetrics ward early this morning.
There are many words densely embroidered on the banner, which roughly explain the matter very clearly. It’s just that it didn’t talk about the family leaving the patient with postpartum hemorrhage to the hospital and causing trouble afterwards. Instead, it talked about the family raising money, and the hospital doctors’ skillful hands and kindness, saving the patient without money or family members.
It's not written on it, but embroidered on it.
I don’t know who to show for all the hard work.
There was a hint of ridicule at the corner of Su Yun's mouth. No one knew what was happening in the world and what was underneath the glamor.
Like this group of melon-eating people, they might be moved by that fool Zheng Ren, but who knows what happened in the middle
But things have returned to their original trajectory, and that's enough.
Zheng Ren still deserves a banner or a letter of thanks.
Su Yun picked up his mobile phone and recorded this "precious" scene from different angles.
Not far away, a man with a big yellow tooth tattoo was squatting and smoking. There were bruises on the corners of his eyes and mouth.
Su Yun glanced at it, feeling indescribably happy.
It seems that the person who helped Zheng Ren take action knew the right measures and the severity. This group of professional doctors received a beating, but it was not serious. At least they did not need to go to the hospital for treatment.
He did not cause any trouble to the hospital and also solved the problem. He had a great sense of propriety.
Su Yun had a very high opinion of that man.
After seeing what happened clearly, the smile on Su Yun's mouth became thicker and thicker. He took his mobile phone, found a better photo that he had just taken, and sent it to Moments and Weibo.
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A newspaper office in Haicheng.
Wei Feng rushed to produce a manuscript overnight.
He graduated from Communication University but did not stay in the big city. After being rejected countless times, I had no choice but to drag my exhausted body back to my hometown of Haicheng.
As an undergraduate, it is very difficult to enter a newspaper office and find a stable and established job.
After being unemployed at home for more than half a year, he finally joined this newspaper as a reporter through a distant relative.
Although he had encountered countless obstacles, the hope deep in his heart became stronger.
You must stand out, you must!
During the internship period, the tasks assigned by the newspaper were trivial tasks, such as promoting positive energy.
Wei Feng sneered at this.
He has studied many classic cases. If he wants to become famous and cause a huge sensation, he must first understand the psychology of ordinary people.
Every "classic" case, as an outsider looking at it, will be filled with righteous indignation.
But from the perspective of a college student like him, the twists and turns are clear.
National civil servants, the police system, the medical system, and the teaching system are the most likely to cause public outrage.
There is also a piece of yesterday's newspaper on his desk. The headline on it is shocking. Outside the university gate, an old man sells tea eggs and makes 2,000 in compensation a month!
This report only said that some people bought tea eggs and only paid one cent when scanning the code. The reporter who wrote this report did not do it at all...or deliberately distorted it and marked the university gate where the incident occurred in bold letters.
Upon first glance, the first thought of people reading the newspaper is that the quality of college students today is really poor, and they have to pay less to buy tea eggs.
Wei Feng also read the online version of this report. As he expected, many people left indignant messages, denouncing the low quality of college students.
But the truth of the matter is not that college students take advantage of the old man who sells tea eggs.
But some people from the urban village near the university town came to take advantage of the old man's bad eyesight when it was dark.
The quality of college students today is not that bad.
Wei Feng estimated that there would be a clarification from the school today, but the momentum had already been built, and the shit basin was placed on the heads of college students. Who cares about the rest!
The manuscript he worked on overnight was cleverly designed into a suspenseful continuity. Wei Feng could be sure that once it was published, it would definitely cause an uproar.
The sales volume of Haicheng Life Newspaper, the main product of the newspaper, will jump to a huge level because of this report.
And as the initiator, I will surely reach the first peak of my career!
The email has been sent to the editor-in-chief. He glanced at the time and estimated that his manuscript should be reviewed.
He read his manuscript again happily. The whole manuscript was written with ups and downs, completely controlling the reader's mind. According to the inertia of human thinking, he followed the trend and gave a nudge in an inadvertent place to guide the direction.
As for the subsequent manuscripts, Wei Feng also had a plan in his mind. He only waited for the first manuscript to cause a big stir before making some minor adjustments according to the mood swings of readers.
This press release will definitely be better than the one about the takeaway tea eggs in the university town, and it can spark a bigger debate on the Internet.
As long as there is controversy, there will be heat, and you will get more attention.
Wait! Those who reject me, I will definitely surprise you. Please beg me, I won’t even glance at you!
Wei Feng thought proudly, as if he had won the highest journalism award and become a man of the hour in the news circle.
"There are a million possibilities in an instant..." Wei Feng's phone rang. He glanced at it and saw it was the editor-in-chief's.
He must have thought the manuscript was particularly good. Wei Feng smiled and picked up the phone.