Doctor Zhao, help!

Chapter 375: The Golden Monkey rises up, turns out to be just in a dream

"Look at the news."

“Fifty thousand junior doctors in a certain country went on strike.”

Zhao Sheng shook his head slightly and said to Song Wei.

"what?"

"Can doctors still go on strike?"

Song Wei was a little confused, but she still took out her phone and searched for what Zhao Sheng said.

Sure enough, after a little search, Song Wei saw such a piece of news.

[Fifty thousand doctors in one country go on strike! 】

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that nearly 50,000 junior doctors in a certain country went on strike for the second time since last year's general strike because they failed to reach an agreement with the government on a salary increase.

According to the BMA, a medical association in a certain country, the association and the government have been negotiating for five weeks on the actual reduction of salaries, but government representatives have still failed to come up with an effective solution. In this round of negotiations, the government proposed a salary increase of 8% to 10%. The increase is far from the 35% increase required by the Medical Association.

"What...what should the sick patients do if the doctors go on strike?"

Song Wei said somewhat incomprehensibly.

"What else can be done? Some hospitals in a certain country have already announced the closure of accident and emergency departments, which are analogous to our emergency departments. Many hospitals have called on the public to only use emergency services in truly emergencies."

Zhao Sheng said with a slight smile.

"It won't work for us here."

"Besides, what does it mean to be truly urgent? You have to die before you can go to the hospital?"

Song Wei said.

"Of course it won't work. Whoever dares to do this will probably have their ashes blown away in the next second."

"Being a doctor is just a normal profession, so of course you can go on strike."

Zhao Sheng said.

Dare to strike?

Believe it or not, the hospital was smashed in the next second.

A single small hospital, where doctors and nurses go on strike to demand wages, will only attract a little attention at most.

But tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of doctors and nurses going on strike at the same time?

The ashes will be blown away by you every minute.

"Is this kind of strike useful?"

Song Wei asked again curiously.

"The 30% salary increase requested by others has already been achieved by 10%. Of course it is useful."

Zhao Sheng said.

At all times and in all countries, children who cry and fuss are always fed milk. There is no exception.

"Doctor Zhao, you're not going to do this, are you?"

Song Wei looked at Zhao Sheng intently for a while, then asked with some uncertainty.

"People can do this, but we can't."

"I want to live a few more years of the good life I have now."

Zhao Sheng said.

If it is really useful, then he will definitely do it, but it is a pity.

"That's true."

Song Wei nodded.

"Otherwise, how can we say that everyone likes Sun Dasheng?"

Zhao Sheng suddenly said with some sigh.

[As soon as wind and thunder rise from the earth, there will be heaps of bones and spirits. If the monk is a fool, he can still be taught; if the monster is a ghost, he will definitely cause disaster.

The golden monkey rises up with a thousand-strong stick, and the jade moon clears thousands of miles. Today I am cheering for Sun Dasheng, but the evil mist has returned. 】

Well said.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Teacher Tang.

Zhao Sheng answered the phone and finished the matter in a few sentences.

"Is this your Teacher Tang's phone number?"

Song Wei smiled, looked at Zhao Sheng and said.

"A patient with high paraplegia is going to be sent here later. I'll take him with him for a checkup first."

Zhao Sheng nodded and said to Song Wei.

"Okay." Song Wei nodded.

After a while, the elevator door opened, and a middle-aged woman who looked very aura came out pushing a wheelchair. In the wheelchair sat an old lady in her seventies, who looked very elegant.

Behind the wheelchair were Ai Ling and Teacher Tang.

Teacher Tang called just now and was talking about this matter. Ai Ling's teacher Chen Hong, who has been paraplegic for many years, wanted to come over to see a doctor. This was something he had agreed with Zhao Sheng before.

As for this middle-aged woman, she is the daughter of the old artist Chen, who runs a band.

His wife and mistress came with him, so Zhao Sheng naturally had to take the lead.

"A Sheng, this is Mr. Chen I told you about."

"Captain Liu, this is Lao Yu's student, Zhao Sheng."

Ai Ling introduced the daughters of Zhao Sheng and Mrs. Chen Hong respectively.

As for the old lady, she is already speechless.

"Hello, Dr. Zhao, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Captain Liu also said very politely. To be honest, she didn't have much hope for accompanying her old mother this time. After all, she had accompanied her old mother to too many hospitals and seen too many things over the years. doctor.

Whether it was Chinese medicine, Western medicine, or even a qigong master, she found many people to treat her mother, but without exception, there was no way to deal with the old mother's condition.

"Come this way, let's check first."

Zhao Sheng nodded without any courtesy.

However, he also had some doubts in his heart, Captain Liu?

Leader of what group?

"Please come with me."

Song Wei, who was standing aside, took over the words naturally.

Just stay, Song Wei took her mother and daughter to get checked first.

Zhao Sheng brought Teacher Tang and his wife Ai Ling to his office.

"A Sheng, your office is fine."

As soon as she came in and saw Zhao Sheng's office, Master Ai Ling smiled and said.

"Master, what are you drinking? As for scented tea, I only have honey black tea here."

Zhao Sheng said to Ai Ling.

"It's all right."

Ai Ling nodded nonchalantly and began to visit Zhao Sheng's office.

"Let me do it."

Teacher Tang opened Zhao Sheng's tea cabinet with ease, took out a can of honey black tea, and then made a cup for Ai Ling and himself.

After drinking tea and sitting on the sofa, Zhao Sheng asked Ai Ling with some confusion: "Master, what regiment does Captain Liu belong to?"

"A band, what else can it be?"

Ai Ling took a sip of the honey black tea and found it tasted okay, then continued.

"Teacher Liu is the leader of the Philharmonic Orchestra, which is considered the top orchestra in the country."

Teacher Tang explained.

"That's the unofficial band, right."

Zhao Sheng said.

When I usually go to a performance, I often see a certain Philharmonic Orchestra and a certain symphony orchestra. The only difference between the two is that the symphony orchestra is an official one, while the philharmonic orchestra is a private organization.

"I didn't expect you to understand this."

Teacher Tang said somewhat unexpectedly.

"You and your wife are both engaged in art, so of course I need to know something about it."

Zhao Sheng smiled and said.

As a member of a certain orphanage, his wife Ai Ling is basically his parent to him.

There is also the teacher Yu Zhongbo. Basically, the relationship between him and the teacher is to support them until they die.

"A Sheng, Xiao Tang, if you have children in the future, will you study medicine or art?"

Master Ai Ling suddenly asked the two of them.

"Forget studying medicine, it's so easy to do art or something."

After hearing what his wife said, Zhao Sheng immediately said subconsciously.

Don't let your children eat the hardships you have endured.

(End of this chapter)