The female doctor in space comes to farm

Chapter 241 The Seriously Injured Boy
"It's fine if it's difficult." Su Xiaoluo didn't make it difficult for Song Huairen, in fact, she came to the free clinic for a purpose, and now the owner is not happy, what can she do?
Seeing Su Xiaoluo give up, Song Huairen smiled, "Girl, if you really like art and medicine, you can come and be an apprentice to our old doctor, our old doctor is really capable!"

"Tch, my little sister Xiaoluo is also very capable!" Xiaomei Lin replied angrily.

Song Huairen thought they were complaining, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Quick, come quickly, help!"

There was a burst of anxious shouts, and a small opening was opened at the door of Huairen Pharmacy, which was originally blocked, to let someone in.

The visitor was holding a man covered in blood in his arms. He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. He ran to a table and stopped, crying, "Doctor, please help my brother, he is only about fifteen Year old, you can't die!"

The people who lined up knew the priority of the illness, and they didn't have any dissatisfaction to make way for the man.

Several doctors got up and came to the front, squatting down to check, the child in the man's arms, a teenager, was unconscious and pale.

They looked at the injury, felt for the pulse, and shook their heads.

"The injury was too serious, and it was delivered late."

"There's too much blood, it's impossible to save."

"Your condolences!"

The man was full of disbelief, and shook the boy in his arms, "No, it won't happen, my brother is fine, and he will definitely be cured, doctor, I beg you, please show my brother, I will give it to you." Money, I have silver!"

As he spoke, the man took out the money bag from his body, and took out the silver ingots inside and handed it to several doctors.

"Hey, it's not about money. Your brother is injured too badly. We have limited medical skills and can't do anything about it. Besides, the wound is too long, so there's nothing we can do. In addition, there's so much bleeding. Look at your clothes. It's all blood, how can I save it?"

The old doctor sighed and looked at the two with helplessness.

The man covered in blood was still begging, but the doctors all went back, and the people around him dispersed. Everyone sympathized with him, but there was nothing they could do. They all saw the injuries on the young man. , such a long hole, there is really little hope of being able to save his life.

Song Huairen thought for a while and wanted to go forward. He wanted to let the man go back earlier. He couldn't delay the business of the shop. He was also very sad that he couldn't be cured. It can't be cured either!

"Brother, why don't you take your younger brother to the Medical Products Hall to have a look, but I don't think there is much hope." Song Huairen said after thinking about it. He didn't mean to embarrass the Medical Products Hall. good thing.

Lin Xiaomei and Lin Hu looked at the two of them, and thought of Xiao Zhuzi's injury, which was also very serious and bled a lot, but Xiao Luo was not cured, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense, something will happen at this time , no one dares to be unworthy.

"The Medical Products Hall, no, I won't go, my mother went to the Medical Products Hall for treatment, she was not cured, instead she hurt her body, and now she can only lie on the bed, Shopkeeper Song, I beg you, my brother It was hurt to save my wife, if I can't save him, I will be sad for the rest of my life!" The man was a little bit aggrieved when he mentioned the medical hall, and begged Song Huairen in a blink of an eye.

"It's not that we don't want to be rescued, we have nothing to do, we can't let us talk nonsense." The old doctor came over and said.

The two sides could not hold on.

Su Xiaoluo stepped forward, knelt down to look at the boy's injuries, felt his pulse, then stood up and said to the man, "Brother, if you believe me, I'm sure I can save your brother, but there's only [-]% hope." ,look?"

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