One Planet for Everyone! Building Science and Technology Civilization at the Beginning

"I'm going to cause you trouble."

Yang Xiaoyao took over the conversation and said: "You and Zhou Lei are classmates and friends, not to mention we are also fellow villagers, so it's a stranger. It's settled, today is the weekend, and we don't go to school, so we will go to the nursing home for two days together. "

Now that Yang Xiaoyao has said so, it will hurt her feelings if she continues to be hypocritical.

Several robot bodyguards and nursing robots stepped forward to take their luggage, and then walked towards the apron on the roof.

Zhou Lei met Vice President Chen on the way, and the two chatted for a while.

Zhou Lei was still very grateful to Vice President Chen for his cooperation, so he told Vice President Chen that if Drug J is officially launched, Hangzhou Cancer Hospital will be the first batch of drug supply points. The general situation will be that only a small number of public hospitals can get this drug, of course, leaving the opportunity to make money to their own private hospitals.

This is simply sending money to the cancer hospital. Vice President Chen looked at Zhou Lei's back and thought that he was definitely a boy of good fortune, so he was happy to see it.

The plane took off quickly and headed for a scenic spot inland.

This is the first time for their family to take this kind of vertical take-off and landing commuter plane. Looking at the luxurious furnishings in the cabin, they are a little at a loss.

In order to relieve the tension, after the robot brought some drinks to everyone, the two families began to chat, nothing more than caring about the children's study and talking about some stupid things about Zhou Lei back then.

At this time, there are no rich and poor people, and everyone is old friends.

The scenery under the window is changing rapidly, from the verdant south of the Yangtze River to a light green meadow, and then to a water town with thousands of lakes, and continue to fly forward. When you see a big mountain, you will arrive, and the sky here has just had a drizzle.

After the sun came out, the sky was blue. Everyone just got off the plane, the fresh air seemed to cleanse the lungs.

They all felt a lot more relaxed, and involuntarily took a deep breath.

The general manager of the nursing home is already waiting near the tarmac. Today's guests are too honorable. The group's biggest boss, his wife, and some friends.

He has ordered to go down, greet him with the best etiquette, and prepare the highest-grade food.

Even the water temperature in the bathroom has a special person in charge, it can be said that the details have been made to the extreme.

"Mr. Sun, this is causing you trouble." Zhou Lei shook hands with the subordinate manager amiably.

Manager Sun held Zhou Lei's hand with proper strength, and said back, "Dr. Zhou, you are joking, you are an honored guest that we can't even invite. Please come inside, everything has been arranged."

"Let's go, auntie, don't worry about the luggage, it will be delivered directly to the room."

The apron is a few hundred meters away from the nursing home. The main thing here is cleanliness, so planes are not allowed to land directly in the yard.

In the design of the courtyard, various small courtyards are scattered in this mountainous area, and then connected by winding paths. A two-lane mountain road is also convenient for vehicles to enter and exit.

The distance between courtyard houses is not very large, and the distance between two houses is about 30 meters, so it is very convenient to visit each other.

The two families live separately in the adjacent courtyard, and you can choose to use the real waiter or the robot waiter.

In fact, most people will choose real people, and they always feel that robots are not harmonious with this environment.

After the two families were settled, experts from the nursing home came to give Wang Jing's family a physical examination.

The two old people have minor ailments all over their bodies, but they are still healthy.

Wang Jing's body is too weak, and according to experts, she needs all-round recuperation.

Yang Xiaoyao also found that Wang Jing's personality was quite good, she was more understanding, but she was also resigned to death, and her personality was relatively simple, which hadn't changed much over the years, and the communication was very smooth.

So she chats with people almost every day to exchange parenting experience. As an experienced senior, Wang Jing still has a lot to teach Yang Xiaoyao, a new mother.

And the environment of this nursing home is really good, she doesn't think about her "small home" of hundreds of square meters at all. According to Yang Xiaoyao, the air here is good, which is also good for your son.

Zhou Lei only wanted to talk about NMD. On Sunday afternoon, he took Wang's father and Wang Zixuan back to Hangzhou by plane, and then flew back to Donghai City by himself.

So starting on Tuesday, he changed all face-to-face meetings to videoconferences, and then flew to the nursing home to watch TV with his wife.

Of course, under Yang Xiaoyao's close watch, Zhou Lei didn't move at all.

In the courtyard of the nursing home, a room has been turned into a high-tech office, with various electronic devices and large screens. In order to prevent the so-called electromagnetic radiation, Yang Xiaoyao does not want to come in...

On the weekend, Zhou Lei brought his parents, and then Taishantaishui.

Now there are three families, and the crowd is indeed very lively, and they are all from the same place, and the accent is the best way to communicate.

Starting from this week, starting from big cities, every private hospital under the name of New Era is slowly undergoing internal audit and rectification.

Some doctors with bad reviews were dismissed, and some were expelled from shoddy professions, and many doctors were recruited from public hospitals.

A lot of new instruments have been bought, and enough operators have been recruited. It is not like a hospital of a listed company used to operate and sign indiscriminately.

The word-of-mouth of the hospital is slowly rising. After all, most of the people who come to private hospitals are not short of money. They asked for simple, good enough medical clothing

services and can save lives.

Under the new medical guiding ideology, there are enough cheap drugs. At present, with the support of a large number of drug printers in private hospitals, the price of drugs has been reduced to the limit.

Therefore, the medical expenses paid here are not much different from those in public hospitals, and the service attitude here is better.

In the early years, Shen Qi was desperate for money, worked in the mine for four years, and suffered from severe pneumoconiosis.

For the next ten years or so, this man in his early forties became so depressed that he looked like he was in his sixties.

The doctor has given him the final diagnosis. His lungs have lost 205% of their function.

And he doesn't have the money to replace his lungs or give him oxygen. If this continues, he will suffocate to death sooner or later.

Today is the first time for him to come to a Jiangcheng branch of New Era Hospital, where his neighbor's children also work.

Shen Qi was carrying a plastic bag from the supermarket, which contained his medical records and medicines he had taken over the years. He fumbled for a bank card hidden in his underwear pocket, which contained his only savings of tens of thousands of yuan, and if he spent all the money, there would be no cure.

He didn't even have the money to buy the urn when he died. As an old bachelor, he was really unwilling.

Shen Qi called the neighbor's child at the entrance of the hospital.

"Xiao Xu, I'm already at the gate of your hospital."

"Uncle Shen, stand there and don't walk away, I'll come right over."

A few minutes later, a young hairy boy came over, wearing a white coat with two pens in his pockets.

"Xiao Xu, I'm here." Shen Qi said in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle, why are you so old?"

"It's not a disease of this whole body." Shen Qi shook her head, her face was ashen.

Xu Yi said to Shen Qi: "It's okay, uncle. My dad called me a few days ago and told me about you."

"Can it still be cured?" Shen Qi's eyes showed a trace of expectation, but she was afraid that Xu Yi would give a bad answer.

"Yes, we have treated several of the same patients."

"Xiao Xu, but uncle doesn't have that much money."

"Don't worry, Uncle. I've already applied for the Three Stones Charity Fund for you, so I don't want a penny from you."

"Which kind of person is this?"

"It's the one who built the plane. You should have seen that kind of small plane flying all over the sky." Well, such a high-tech plane has turned into a small plane in his mouth, so he has to take a breath to fly. If the lady boss finds out, your application will definitely be cancelled.

"I know, I know. I see this often, and I really want to thank them very much."

"Let's go, uncle. It's not too late for you to thank you after you are cured." Xu Yi dragged Shen Qi to the inpatient department.

Perhaps the only advantage of a private hospital is that there are fewer people. Half of the people going back and forth are doctors and half are patients.

Xu Yi arranged for Shen Qi to stay, and that afternoon, Shen Qi was pushed into the CT room.

On the second day, the hospital arranged for an expert consultation.

Shen Qi's pneumoconiosis is already very serious, and most of the fibroblasts in the lungs have been calcified. According to experts' inference, during the treatment process, the growth of new cells to replace dead cells will be a painful process.

After hearing this, Shen Qi didn't take it to heart at all.

"Experts, you can do whatever you want. I am willing to suffer no matter how hard it is. You don't know, it's really uncomfortable to not be able to breathe out or to inhale."

"Don't worry, Mr. Shen, we will cure you."

A few hours later, the nurse came to hang the bottle and brought a bag of saline and a small ampoule. There is a big letter J written on the bottle. The small medicine bottle is first injected with distilled water, shaken well, and then the mixed liquid inside is sucked out by the syringe, and injected into the suspension bottle.

Shen Qi had already memorized this letter, and firmly remembered it in her heart.

For the next period of time, his life consisted of hanging the bottle twice a day in the morning and evening, taking a chest X-ray once a week, and doing random activities for the rest of the time.

Shen Qi also couldn't understand what was on the chest X-ray, but he found that his chest became more and more relaxed, only occasionally there would be some severe tingling pain, but after getting over it, he didn't feel anything.

The chest X-ray was originally a patch of blurred shadows, but now the contours of the lung lobes are slowly becoming clearer.

"Xiao Xu, help me take a look, uncle has no idea." Shen Qi found Xu Yi's office with a chest x-ray bag.

Xu Yi is the doctor on duty in the emergency room, and he is as busy as a dog every day. It's not that he was found by Shen Qi just after he was free.

Xu Yi took out the chest X-ray and looked at it, then laughed, "Uncle, don't worry, the shadows are your broken lungs. You see, there is only the last part of the shadows left. After about twenty days, you will be gone." You can leave the hospital."

"real?"

"Really, it's more real than real gold."

Shen Qi was very happy, it was true that he was breathing now, as if when he was in his twenties, he felt his body was full of brute force again.

One month later, Shen Qi returned to his hometown, the air in this hometown is so sweet, it penetrates from the mouth to the lungs, it is really refreshing.

Shen Qi picked up his old craft, but this time he bought the best protective equipment, he didn't want to go to the hospital again.

A jagged rock that was chiseled from the mountain was repaired by Shen Qi to look like a rockery, and then carved on the rock

The official script of "Great Mercy and Great Compassion".

Stone carving is his ancestral handicraft, but the business was not good back then, so he ran to mine, and the money came quickly. Now he doesn't know how to do this business anymore, this is his last work.

Three months later, the rockery was transported by a small truck to the gate of the Sanshi Charity Foundation. Under the bewildered eyes of a group of wives, it was erected on the grass at the gate by a few plainly dressed farmers.