"We are doctors, and it is our duty to save lives and heal the wounded. If we encounter that kind of situation, how can we not do anything to save them?"

"Comrade Si Chen, please stop being so polite and take everything back!"

"On the contrary, I accepted this banner."

The two doctors Si Chen saw one after another were very fond of the honor of the banner.

Si Chen still insisted on keeping the things and said a lot of thanks.

It was just something edible and not very expensive, so the two doctors finally accepted it with a smile.

The last person I want to thank is Nurse Xiao Zhao.

"Oh, look for Xiao Zhao. She works the night shift. However, her third uncle is hospitalized. You can go to the inpatient department at the back and look for her."

A nurse in the same office as Xiao Zhao said this.

Si Chen carried his things and after several inquiries, he finally asked about Uncle Zhao's ward.

Standing at the door, he heard people inside shouting:

"Third Uncle, I'm not telling you, do you really believe in such feudal superstitious things as wild boars offering sacrifices to the sky?"

"Damn girl, shut up! After reading some books, your tail is raised to the sky? How dare you teach your uncle a lesson!"

"This is not a question of whether I study or not. Look at you, you led people up the mountain on a heavy rainy day, but you didn't catch the wild boar, but it fell on you first..."

"Shut up! Are you here to take care of me, or are you here to teach me?!"

"If you have to wear all the clothes, I am a junior, so I can't bear to follow you, right?"

"Little sister, don't be angry with Uncle San, he can't help it." The voice of another young man kept trying to be a peacemaker:

"We in Zhaojiayuan are the largest village in the county. We have to pay the public grain every year, so the task is very heavy."

"In other villages, one person has to pay ten kilograms of grain, but what about our Zhaojiayuan? One person has to pay thirty kilograms!"

"It's time to harvest wheat this year, but the rain has been pouring down, and the wheat is lying on the ground."

"I can't pay the public grain this year. As the village chief, how can my third uncle not be in a hurry?"
Chapter completed!