Amidst the regretful expressions of helplessness among the students who were watching, Song Yongzhi suddenly groaned and said: "Oh... I... I have it in my arms! Big... big brother, you... what do you want a knife for?"

Zhan Zhizhan patiently said to Song Yongzhi: "Master Song, your fibula and tibia are both fractured. I need to cut open your cotton pants, reset the bones, and then fix them before you can send them to the hospital! You must cooperate with me,

If you are sent to the hospital like this, if it takes a long time or if you sprain again, you will become a cripple with a long right leg and a short left leg!"

No one wants to be a cripple, and this is a matter of course. This is true for millionaires, and it is the same for farmers working in the fields. Song Yongzhi was frightened, did not dare to say anything, and took out a dagger from his arms.

Zhan Zhizhan took it in his hand and couldn't help being shocked. He really couldn't tell that Song Yongzhi looked like a ragged migrant worker, but he had a good knife. This was a very famous SOG S1 American-made military dagger in the Vietnam War. Dagger

The total length is 29.74 cm, the blade length is 15.88 cm, and the weight is only 346 grams. It is a good knife that is easy to maintain, easy to hold, and very practical.

Zhan Zhizhan once saw this kind of dagger at Brother Zeng’s house. According to Brother Zeng, the name of the SOG dagger originated from the name of a secret special forces unit of the Americans during the Vietnam War: Special Operation Group, also known as the "Fifth Special Forces"

Combat Force", affiliated to the CIA. The Americans renamed it Studies and Observation Group in order to deceive others. This elite force always performs the most difficult and dangerous tasks. In order to commemorate this force, the company is named after the abbreviation of this force.

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Zhan Zhizhan drew the sword out of its sheath. The leather handle was very comfortable to hold in his hand, and the black blade had a frightening chill. It was really a good knife. He cut Song Yongzhi's penis with the SOG S1, which can cut iron like mud.

Cotton pants are naturally a breeze.

After exposing Song Yongzhi's left leg, Zhan Zhizhan held both ends of the fracture with both hands according to the deformity of the fracture, and used force to increase the angle of the broken end, so that the bone cortex on the same side was closely close to each other, and used the apex of the angle as a support.

The fulcrum was slowly and steadily turned back to reunite the broken ends. After finishing the work, Zhan Zhizhan got Song Yongzhi to the ditch with the help of the onlookers.

The classmates were very enthusiastic and asked where Song Yongzhi's co-workers were so that they could help Song Yongzhi report the news. Song Yongzhi sighed and said, "It's snowing heavily, so we can't work anymore. After dinner, I asked them all to go home."

Oh! Oh, it’s so embarrassing!”

"You can't blame the society for carrying nothing!" An enthusiastic classmate found a trolley, but the trolley could not be pushed in at the construction site. Looking at Song Yongzhi, who smelled of alcohol and was covered in dirt, the classmates looked at each other, let alone

No one was willing to carry him, even if he stretched out his hands to lift him. With no choice, Zhan Zhizhan had no choice but to carry Song Yongzhi and walk to the trolley.

People often say, "Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil." Zhan Zhizhan helps others and never expects to be rewarded. This is inseparable from his good family tradition. Those who practice martial arts must first establish moral principles!

Before Zhan Zhizhan had a runny nose, his father taught him to be kind-oriented and do more good deeds. In fact, there are no certain standards for good and evil. Different classes, different positions, different times, different time and space, and different objects.

, the concepts of good and evil shown are different. Zhan Zhizhan deeply believes in this. It is not difficult for a person to do some good deeds. What is difficult is to do good deeds throughout his life, not to do bad things, and to consistently benefit the masses.

It is beneficial to the youth, it is always beneficial to the revolution, and it has been hard work for decades. This is the hardest and most difficult thing.

Many years later, American scientists discovered such a phenomenon in research in the field of neurochemistry. When people have kind thoughts and think positively, the human body will secrete neurotransmitters that make cells healthy, and immune cells will also become active.

People are less likely to get sick. In other words, if righteous thoughts are always present, the person's immune system will be strong. When a person is malicious and thinks negatively, the opposite nervous system is activated. That is, the negative system is activated, and the positive system is activated.

If the directional system is suppressed, the benign loop of body functions will be destroyed. Although the authenticity of this matter cannot be verified, its purpose is nothing more than to persuade people to be less selfish and to be a noble person, a pure person, and a

A moral person, a person who is free from vulgar taste, a person who is beneficial to the people.

Song Yongzhi was sitting on Zhan Zhizhan's back, and from time to time he could hear a few groans. Although he had a lean body, he was still a big man. Since ancient times, "there is no light load on a long road", so Zhan Zhizhan was carrying Song Yongzhi on his back.

He didn't feel much lighter. Fortunately, Zhan Zhizhan was tall and strong, and had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. In terms of endurance, few people could match him. Fortunately, Song Yongzhi was very thin, and Zhan Zhizhan could still hold on while carrying him.

Go down. Despite this, steaming sweat soon broke out on Zhan Zhizhan's forehead. Zhan Zhizhan pushed Song Yongzhi in a trolley and asked questions while walking. After walking for more than an hour, he arrived at the Municipal Government Building on Duandian Street, Daoli District.

Hospital.

When Zhan Zhizhan panted and carried Song Yongzhi into the municipal hospital, there were not many doctors in the huge hospital. But it was almost midnight, and except for a few doctors and nurses on duty, there would be no one else.

?Zhan Zhizhan put Song Yongzhi on a bench, and then he felt the sweat on his body was so cold. Zhan Zhizhan finally pulled out the doctor who was flirting with the nurse from a nurse's duty room. That doctor

His face immediately turned from red to blue like a Sichuan opera actor, very impatient.

The doctor glanced at the blood on Zhan Zhizhan's body, put on a mask, and said in an official tone: "Patient? What's wrong with you?"

"Oh...I'm not a patient. I couldn't find the doctor, so I put him on a chair in the corridor..." Zhan Zhizhan replied hurriedly.

"Then why don't you carry the patient to the emergency room for rescue? Why are you still here? Waiting for me to treat you to a meal?" This impressive doctor actually reprimanded Zhan Zhizhan sternly.

Come.

The little nurse standing next to her also changed her frivolous attitude when she was flirting with the doctor. She put her hands in her pockets in a condescending manner, glanced at Zhan Zhizhan and reminded: "Doctor Liu, according to the regulations, the patients who fight are

Report to the police station!"

"I didn't fight. I really don't know this injured person. He installed the sewer system in our school." Zhan Zhizhan defended.

"I really can't tell that you are still a good student who is brave and a great leader!" Dr. Liu's words sounded cold.

Although Doctor Liu had a bad attitude and a hateful appearance, his skills were very good. After carefully examining Song Yongzhi's broken leg, he showed a very surprised look. He looked at Zhan Zhizhan and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?

Where has he been treated?"

"No! No! I was just afraid of delaying, so I gave him Zaku Zaku. After Zaku was done, he came directly to the hospital." Zhan Zhizhan knew the saying "people who work in the same field are enemies", and was afraid that Dr. Liu would not treat Song Yongzhi, so he hurriedly explained

road.

Doctor Liu stared at Zhan Zhizhan in disbelief for a long time, and his expression softened a lot: "This patient is seriously injured. The tibia and fibula of his right leg have been fractured. He needs to be hospitalized immediately. If he is not hospitalized, it will easily trigger a series of diseases."

Inflammation, amputation may be necessary.”

You have to pay money to be hospitalized. You can send a migrant worker you don't know to the hospital, but if you ask yourself to pay for his medical expenses, Zhan Zhizhan can't help but feel a little bit painful. He said in embarrassment: "Doctor, can you hospitalize me first? This...

…Is it okay to pay later?”

"No! The rules are the same in every hospital across the country. If you don't pay, you can't take the picture, and I can't come up with the medicine. I'm the doctor, and I'm only responsible for seeing patients and prescribing medicine. I don't have the power to do anything else!

"Doctor Liu looked at Zhan Zhizhan with a complicated expression, but explained firmly.

Zhan Zhizhan bit the bullet and asked hesitantly: "Then...how much do you have to pay?"

"I don't know about this either. You can find out after you go to the cashier and pay the price!" Dr. Liu returned to his indifferent expression.

Song Yongzhi, who was lying on the examination bed, suddenly couldn't help the pain and shouted: "Oh my god...it hurts me so much! I still have twenty-one dollars in my pocket right now, so...take it all!"

Finally finding the cashier, Zhan Zhizhan handed in the order written by Dr. Liu. A middle-aged woman wearing a large mask at the window of the cashier asked: "Is the patient a contract medical practitioner?"

"What are you talking about? Who is 'Contract Medical Care'?" Zhan Zhizhan asked in surprise.

"Contract medical care is the medical relationship between the patient unit and the patient unit in our hospital. I tell you, you don't understand. You look like a gangster at first glance. Pay the money quickly, the total is fifty-three yuan and forty-six cents!" said the middle-aged man who received the payment.

The woman kept talking like beans were popping in her mouth, and she was making calculations in her hands.

Naturally, Zhan Zhizhan didn't know what the "mountain cannon" the middle-aged woman who was collecting the money was talking about. At that time, there was a jingle about "mountain cannon" circulating in the port: "Mountain cannon enters the city with a hemp rope tied around the waist; the mouth is full of green onions."

, my face turned red; I went to the department store and then went to the joint store; I watched a movie, but I didn’t know the name; there was no toilet, so I could do it in a corner; I got a fat beating and said it didn’t hurt.”

"What? Who is 'Mountain Pao'?" The middle-aged woman who collected the money made Zhan Zhizhan mutter to herself in confusion, while standing in the corridor looking for money. However, he rummaged through all the pockets on his body and found only

Just received a 13-yuan scholarship and a few cents in change.

After collecting the one-cent and two-cent "steel coins", it was still not enough for 14 yuan. Adding in Song Yongzhi's 21 yuan, it was still short of 18 or 9 yuan. Zhan Zhizhan was stupid and deeply understood
Chapter completed!