Sister Xiaowen and the villagers were puzzled: What are you listening to?

However, the crowd calmed down and listened carefully.

A roar of the engine came faintly from a distance.

After a while, a fellow villager whispered: "It seems like a car is coming."

"Well, there seems to be more than one."

"Let's go out and have a look."

The villagers rushed out of the yard.

Xiaowen looked at Ye Wu for no reason and said, "Sanwa, what's going on with this sound?"

Ye Wudao: "You'll know if you go out and take a look."

"Yes." Sister Xiaowen nodded.

Zhao Hu was anxious: "Xiaowen, it's not too late to take the betrothal gift into the house first and then go out to see it."

Sister Xiaowen hesitated for a moment and looked at Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao took her hand and walked out.

Zhao Hu grinned in anger: "Bastard, I want to see what tricks you can do."

On the mountain road in the distance, a large convoy rushed towards this side.

When they got closer, everyone found that the convoy was mostly ambulances.

There were several buses behind.

This made the villagers even more puzzled. What ambulances are here for? And so many have come at once!

The roar of the engine made the entire village tremble.

Finally, the ambulance slowly stopped at the door of Lao Zhaotou's house.

The car door opened and hundreds of white coats walked out of the car in an orderly manner.

Some villagers recognized these people.

"Hey, these are doctors from the municipal hospital, and the one who leads is the director of the municipal hospital."

"That was the director of the cardiology department, a doctor of medicine. I used to ask my relatives in the city to get his account."

"All the people from the entire city hospital are here?"

"I'm going, they won't be moving the city hospital to our place."

"Barring, we are so poor and backward here, with poor transportation, and people's brains are kicked by donkeys, so they moved here."

The old dean walked out of the crowd and said, "Who is Old Zhao?"

Old Zhao couldn't help but tremble all over.

He had never seen this big scene before. After being named by the other party, he was so nervous that he almost suffocated and his heart was beating wildly.

"I...I am..." Old Zhao's voice trembled violently.

The old president bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhao, I am the president of our People's Hospital."

"Someone entrusted me to see you, please cooperate."

As he said that, the old dean waved to the person behind him: "Do work."

The white coats immediately took action, those who built tents, those who carried the instruments, and those who took medical medicinal materials.

The entire city hospital was really moved.

Ye Wudao didn't tell Butler Ye what was wrong with Old Zhao's disease, so Butler Ye simply asked the entire army of the Municipal People's Hospital to dispatch.

The crowd exploded.

Damn it.

Sanjiang People's Hospital, a famous Class A hospital in Class 3, has worked tirelessly, traveling through mountains and rivers, traveling hundreds of kilometers to this remote countryside.

Just to treat Lao Zhao, a poor man!

Twist, so fucking!

At the warm invitation of the old dean, Lao Zhao followed him into a tent with trembling body to diagnose and treat the disease.

He was not happy at all now, and he was almost scared to death.

Sister Xiaowen frothed: "This...what is going on? Who entrusted them to treat my father?"

Ye Wudao held Miss Xiaowen's hand: "Sister Xiaowen, keep calm. This is just the beginning."

"Below, there are even greater surprises waiting for you."

Sister Xiaowen's eyes were glaring at the boss: "Sanwa, don't say... this was your arrangement."

puff!

Zhao Hu, who was standing beside him, couldn't help laughing: "He? Haha, you look down on him too much."
Chapter completed!