"Have you ever had any trouble with him?" Zheng Bingru asked in surprise: "How could you, a young doctor, have anything to do with him?"
"Mom, don't believe that he is a little doctor. There is a lot of trouble behind him. He Saixue and Zhao Shubin are both his backers!"
"Uh..." Zheng Bingru's face changed when she heard this. In normal times, she would have despised He Saixue and Zhao Shubin, but now the situation is different. If Yao Tianpeng can't survive this level, then
In the future, the position of Secretary of the Jiangcheng City Party Committee will most likely fall to Zhao Shubin. By then, the Yao family will fall, and Zhang Cheng will use Zhao Shubin's power to rise. At that time, people will step on you as much as they want.
"Zhihao..." Zheng Bingru immediately changed her name to her son, from "Baby" to "Zhihao". She stared at her son with a look of hatred and resentment, and lectured angrily: "You said you were so stupid
What do you do all day long? If you don’t work, you can play. You can spend money. But why do you offend so many people? One more friend will give you a new path, and if you offend one person, you will have one less path to take. You can’t
You don’t even understand this, do you?”
"Mom, you don't know how arrogant that man named Zhang is. He, he called me a wild dog, and even threw wine in my face..."
"That's enough!" Zheng Bingru shouted: "If you don't provoke him, Mom doesn't believe he will scold you..."
How could Zheng Bingru not understand his biologically raised son? Now he can only blame himself for pampering and pampering him too much.
"Mom, I was wrong!" Yao Zhihao lowered his head.
If you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die!
Yao Zhihao will naturally not die, but if his father dies, his life in the yamen will definitely be gone forever.
"Okay, it's useless to talk about it now." Zheng Bingru sighed and said: "The most urgent task is how to get the medicine from Zhang..."
At this moment, the woman who was in the real estate business approached and said to Zheng Bingru with a solemn face: "Cousin, from my point of view, we should go to the doctor named Zhang now. No matter what method we use, we must get it from him."
Get the medicine..."
Zheng Bingru glanced at her cousin, nodded, and said: "You are right. Without further ado, we will go find him right now."
Yao Zhihao was a little uneasy when he heard this, but he still explained: "Mom, the man named Zhang works in the Department of Internal Medicine."
"Okay, let's go find him now! Zhihao, you can go there too, but don't meet Zhang first..."
Zheng Bingru said and walked towards the clinic building. A group of relatives immediately followed.
…
It is now half past two in the afternoon, and the hospital has just arrived. There is a long queue of people waiting for treatment at the door of the Department of Internal Medicine. The current situation is no better than before. We are now in the stage of a major outbreak of h4n5, and there are dozens of infections across the country every day.
As a city where the virus first emerged, Jiangcheng has four or five cases of infection every day.
People's panic has reached its peak, and they come to the hospital for medical treatment if they feel slightly unwell, because everyone knows that it is easier to treat the virus in the early stages. Moreover, those who suspect that they have been infected with the virus want to ask a miracle doctor to see them.
Look, it’s best if you don’t have an infection. If you do get an infection, you can still enjoy the miracle doctor’s medicinal wine.
Therefore, it is conceivable that there are so many people coming to see a doctor now. In the past, internal medicine outpatient clinics did not have to queue up and order would not be disordered. Now it is sometimes difficult to maintain order when queuing up. In order to see a doctor, queue jumping often happens, and because of this
Two fights occurred.
Zheng Bingru led all her relatives to the third floor of the outpatient clinic building in a mighty manner. They were blocked at the elevator entrance just after getting off the elevator, because the entire third floor walkway was more than fifty meters long and they were all lined up.
Internal medicine clinic, and they found that the queue in front of the internal medicine department was the longest. At first glance, there were probably as many as 300 people.
Zheng Bingru and the others stood at the door of the elevator, looking at the crowd and sighing for a while, and then walked from the side of the team to the internal medicine room.
They are not here to see a doctor, but to ask for medicine, so they are willing not to queue up. Furthermore, this group of people has always been accustomed to being superior and domineering. They want to be special and prioritized wherever they go. On a hot day, let them
Standing in such a long queue is even more uncomfortable than killing them.
The further you go, the more people there are and the harder it is to walk. When you reach the corridor of the internal medicine clinic, you can no longer squeeze in because there are three outpatient clinics in the internal medicine department, and there are one queue and three queues in front of each clinic.
Overlapping each other means that three groups of people share a corridor, so crowding is inevitable.
"Hey, let's go, let's go..."
When Yao Zhihao saw his mother Zheng Bingru squeezing past, he shouted loudly.
Seeing Yao Zhihao's menacing look, the two women in front, although they were very unhappy and dissatisfied, still gave in. Yao Zhihao and Zheng Bingru took two steps forward, and the road ahead was blocked again.
"Hey, let me go, let me go..."
Yao Zhihao shouted angrily, as if he was driving away animals. Suddenly, everyone looked at him sideways. Jiangcheng must be a civilized metropolis. People usually communicate in Mandarin and speak in civilized terms. If Yao Zhihao says trouble, please give up.
Or polite words like please give way, maybe the person in front of him will give in. But his civilized words are all for those who have a higher status than himself. When dealing with these people in front of him, it is enough not to use swear words when he is anxious.
That's quite polite.
Seeing that the people in front of him not only refused to give way, but also ignored him, Yao Zhihao rushed up angrily: "Get out of the way, get out of my way..."
The rough, strong man standing in front of him turned around and glared at Yao Zhihao. The strong man's eyes were not scary. What was scary was the triangular protrusion on his dark forehead, which gave him a naturally fierce look. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
He yelled angrily: "Who are you trying to hit?"
Yao Zhihao was anxious and angry. He relied on his status and the large number of people, so he was not afraid of the strong man. He glared at him and said: "What are you looking at? I'm talking about you, get out of the way..."
"Fuck you..." The sturdy man swore directly and looked at Zheng Bingru. Finally, his eyes rested on Zheng Bingru's half-exposed snow-white breasts, with an obscene light in his eyes.
The strong man's scolding and the thick man's unbearable look made Yao Zhihao so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He had never scolded his mother like this in his whole life, but Zheng Bingru was right next to him. After scolding him, he also used an obscene expression.
Looking at his mother, this shame, if it were in the past, he would have to kill the other person to resolve the hatred.
But even now, Yao Zhihao still couldn't tolerate it. He went up and grabbed the strong man's neck: "Tema, you must be tired of living. I will strangle you to death, I will strangle you to death..."
In a state of extreme anger, Yao Zhihao cursed angrily continuously and gradually increased the force on his hands. It looked like he was really going to strangle the man in front of him to death.
The strong man subconsciously reached for Yao Zhihao's hand on his neck. His face gradually flushed, his eyes protruded, and his breathing became rapid. However, he was not weak after all. Even though his neck was being strangled, he still kicked with all his strength.
He kicked Yao Zhihao in the stomach.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Yao Zhihao clutched his stomach and collapsed, his face suddenly turned pale, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
His body, drained by alcohol and sex, could not withstand the heavy kicks of this barbarian, and Yao Zhihao let out a series of miserable screams.