As for why Du Yan did this, everyone wants to know. At least nine of the ten people who heard about this would ask why? Zuo Shaoyang did propose to treat the disease and had to agree to three things: surrendering himself, resigning from office, and dissipating wealth. The reason why Zuo Shaoyang proposed these three conditions was unknown to outsiders except those who knew about it. However, this request was revealed by Du Yan in the form of a defense, and many people knew it. The impression it gave naturally became Zuo Shaoyang threatened to cure the disease and acquired most of Du Yan's property. Zuo Shaoyang

When he heard the words of the old doctor Jia, he thought it was the arrogance of the old doctor, but after listening to the words of the two old shopkeepers Zhu Yaoqiu and Tao and Pao, he realized that this had become an impression of everyone. The two old shopkeepers did not understand him and dared not say it, but Zhu Yaoqiu was definitely trustworthy, or he was his own people. He also saw this, which could only explain one thing. The shit basin on his head was firm! Zuo Shaoyang laughed anxiously and asked the old doctor Jia, "You said that I had enough pockets, which must be related to Du Yan's family wealth, right?"

"Since you have a self-knowledge, why ask this question?"

"I am a thick-skinned person. I want to hear what you guys scold me behind my back. Can you tell me?"

"Hmph, I, Lao Jia, not only talked about you behind my back, but I said to me in front of me! You haven't done a few things for millions of dollars of wealth. Your backyard is full of buildings and medicine gardens that can't be seen at a glance. Now you are about to open a new medicine shop. You are holding a huge sum of money and traveling in Suzhou for several months. Hehe, there is paradise above and Suzhou, and the beautiful scenery of Suzhou is impressive, right?"

This time Zuo Shaoyang was so angry that he vomited blood. He looked at Zhu Yaogu and the two old shopkeepers, and the three of them looked even more embarrassed.

Zhu Yaogu said: "Okay, Lao Jia, don't talk about such hearsay news. President Zuo opened this barefoot clinic to benefit the people and send doctors to poor people."

"Is that?" Jia Lao Medical Officer sneered, "You three are all open pharmaceutical companies. Don't know, how much does it cost to get medicine from you? How much does it cost to get medicine from you? But how much does it cost to spend the accounts they announced to the public? How many poor people have really got the medicine they need? Who really makes a profit?" Zuo Shaoyang felt a stern: "What did you say? Are there any problems with the accounts of the barefoot clinic? The poor people have not actually benefited?"

"Haha, just pretend. President Zuo, I, Lao Jia, is a straightforward person. I say whatever I have. I like to tell the truth that I like to stand up for injustice the most. I can't stand you! I don't plan to do something differently. Say goodbye!" As he said that, the old doctor Jia actually left with his sleeves.

Zhu Yaoqiu and three others chased each other out to try to keep him, but Zuo Shaoyang stayed on the spot. He couldn't understand why a good thing turned out like this?

Originally, Zuo Shaoyang was a little angry with the arrogance of the old doctor, but when he heard it, he realized that something was wrong. Even though he didn't understand the source of funds for his backyard buildings, pharmacies and medicine gardens, he blamed himself incorrectly, but the account problems of the barefoot clinic he mentioned seemed to have a nose and eyes. Could it be that during the time he went to the south, there was something wrong with the barefoot clinic?

He immediately thought of what his wife Qiao Qiaoer said before, saying that the barefoot clinic is a popular item, and many people are rushing to enter. There is still a hundred taels of silver every month. After confirming the words of the old doctor Jia, Zuo Shaoyang could no longer stay and hurried out. Zhu Yaogu and the three others had stopped the old doctor Jia. They were talking loudly at the stairs. Zuo Shaoyang walked over and bowed: "Old Jia, Zuo is not the shameless person you said who is greedy for money and fills his private pockets. I don't want to tell me more. Believe it or not. However, since you mentioned the account of the barefoot clinic, I must find out the truth. If it is true, I thank you for your reminder. If not, I will come to you to ask clearly. Goodbye!"

"Okay! If there is no such thing, I will kowtow to apologize to you!" Old Medical Officer Jia sneered. Zuo Shaoyang bowed downstairs and left the teahouse. He felt very depressed. He stopped a taxi carriage and took the bus to the main hall of the Barefoot Hospital in Nancheng.

There were also long queues at the entrance of the main hall. Just like what I saw when I passed by the Southeast Branch in the morning, ragged patients lined up in a long queue to go to the clinic for treatment. Moreover, this time Zuo Shaoyang took a look at it, both men, women, young and old. Many people had no symptoms on their faces, but they looked very happy, as if they were walking for the temple fair during the New Year.

Moreover, the team moved forward very quickly, and they moved in as they moved in. The Qinghui who came out of it was all running with large bags of medicine, running like a rabbit. Zuo Shaoyang was a little puzzled. Such patients were still rare. Could it be that they had diarrhea and were in a hurry to find a cottage? It looked different, but it was easy to understand one person. Almost all patients were running away like this, and even the elderly old men and women were walking quickly. Zuo Bangri thought about it, shrank his head and followed the patients who were running away quickly, and came to a corner in front of him. These patients carrying medicine bags all ran into a yard.

There was no plaque on the lintel of the yard. Zuo Shaoyang followed him in and was surprised to find that there was a long queue inside. The ones who went in were very lively. The patients who went in were carrying the medicine bags. When they came out, the medicine bags on their hands turned into a few cents, and they smiled and gave up. Zuo Shaoyang thought and left the yard and stopped a young patient who ran over: "How much does it cost to sell the medicine to me?"

The patient looked at him: "Five articles!"

"Where are you wearing all your clothes?"

"Ten Mont!" The patient had just finished speaking, and felt that it was less, so he hurriedly said, "Twelve Mont!" Zuo Shaoyang took out about one or two cents of silver from his arms without saying a word, and twisted it on his fingers, saying, "Tell me, you got the medicine bag from the branch and went to this yard to do? He said, the silver will belong to you!"

The young patient's eyes shone, swallowed, looked around, and whispered to Zuo Shaoyang's ear, muttered a few words. Zuo Shaoyang's face turned ashen, and he nodded slowly. He gave the silver to him. The patient took off his ragged coat and gave it to Zuo Shaoyang, and ran away with the small piece of silver with a smile.

Zuo Shaoyang put the ragged clothes outside, walked to a broken wall, grabbed a handful of yellow earth and wiped it on his face, took the head on his head and stuffed it into his arms. He untied his hair and messed it up, blocking most of the face, then carried the medicine bag, lowered his head, and ran into the yard soon afterwards.

The team entered quickly. After a while, Zuo Shaoyang entered the house and saw a lobby with a long medicine cabinet on one wall. More than a dozen men were busy sorting medicinal materials. Behind a table was a young man, and a large basket on the right was filled with copper coins!

At the front, a patient handed him the medicine bag in his hand. The young man opened the medicine bag and took out five copper coins from the basket and gave it to the patient, and then put the medicine bags to a pile. A friend immediately came over and took the medicine bags to a long row of tables next to him. He sorted out the medicine bags and placed them in the medicine cabinet. Zuo Shaoyang had already understood more than half of his heart. He suppressed his anger and handed the medicine bag over. When the man opened the bag for examination, Zuo Shaoyang saw him and felt very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere. He remembered the situation that the beggar who sold medicine to him just now, and decided to verify it. He suddenly bowed and shouted: "Hello, Doctor Yu!"

The young man agreed and looked up at Zuo Shaoyang. Zuo Shaoyang's face was made of yellow mud, and his hair was scattered and blocked most of Zhang Lian's clothes. He was ragged, so he couldn't recognize it. He asked in confusion: "Are you..." Zuo Shaoyang was even more sure in his heart and smiled humbly: "I was dying when I was sick before. I once went to you, Yu's clinic and saw the disease. At that time, Dr. Yu had seen me, and I saved my life. I was always grateful."

The young man smiled: "Oh, that's my dad, you are a good person and know how to be grateful. Well, I'll add another article to you!" After that, he took another article from the basket and handed it to Zuo Shaoyang. Zuo Shaoyang hurriedly thanked him, took the money and turned away from the yard, and ran back to the southeast branch of the barefoot clinic quickly.

It was still the same as before, and I slowly moved into the clinic in a long queue. There were actually twenty or thirty doctors sitting in the clinic, several times more than before! The entire lobby was filled with tables, and I couldn't hear what I was saying. It was noisy and raucous like a vegetable market.

When it was almost Zuo Shaoyang's turn, two empty seats for medical treatment were vacant, but the two people in front of Zuo Shaoyang did not go to the hospital and turned sideways to let Zuo Shaoyang go first. Zuo Shaoyang was very surprised: "You go first, you are in the front."

The man smiled and said, "I've seen these two doctors. I'm sorry to see them again. I'd better wait for other doctors."

Zuo Shaoyang understood, walked over quickly with a blue face, and sat at the table, staring at the doctor.

He didn't know this doctor. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a white beard and asked casually: "What's wrong with you?"

The pain in the mouth!"

"Oh, how many days have it been?"

"just,."

"Well, is there anything else wrong?"

"Hold your breath and want to hit someone!"

The doctor raised his eyes and looked at Zuo Shaoyang: "Stretch out your hand, I'll touch the pulse!" Zuo Shaoyang stretched out his left hand, and the old doctor stretched out his three fingers and touched Zuo Shaoyang's wrist for a moment before he found the position. Zuo Shaoyang was even more angry and stared at him.

As soon as the doctor put his hand on, he withdrew it. He took a piece of paper and started writing the prescription. The whole process was not a minute! Zuo Shaoyang suppressed his anger and asked, "Doctor, what disease do I have?"
Chapter completed!