Chapter 104 Entering the Nursing Home

  The next morning, Yun Kong Lao and Shang came over early.

  "Little kid, you're awake. Now that you're up, hurry and call your family to come pick you up. Old Monk Yun Kong still has to spend New Year's Eve, doesn't want to take care of a useless person like you," Monk Yun Kong returned to his usual nonchalant self, muttering to Song Jian.

  Song Jian thought about it and felt that it was indeed the case. He couldn't even sit up now, his meridians were all severed, and he was basically a useless person. If he stayed with Yun Kong Laohe Shang, no one would serve him, not even for eating or drinking, let alone using the toilet.

  But family... where is the family? Xǔ Sī (许思) perhaps? She's just his fiancée, and an uncertain one at that. She's a young lady who hasn't even entered his household yet, plus she grew up in a wealthy family, how could she possibly take care of herself?

  Song Jian smiled wryly and said, "It's better to send me to a rehabilitation medical center."

  Yun Kong Lao and the old monk were taken aback, remembering that Song Jian was already a lone wolf. He chuckled and patted Song Jian's face, saying: "I actually know of a rehabilitation center, where the little nurses are really beautiful. You're lucky, kid."

  Song Jian's eyes widened in shock, this Yun Kong Lao and his monk, was he really a monk? Or a high-ranking Taoist priest?

  Yun Kong picked up the phone and made a call.

  After hanging up the phone, Yun Kong Lao Shang said: "Alright, one day's fee is two thousand, and a month's time is sixty thousand. Hey, this sixty thousand was paid in advance by me, so when you little brat can walk again, hurry up and pay me back."

  Song Jian nodded in thanks.

  Yun Kong Lao and Shang shouted downwards: "Hao Jian! Hao Jian! Come up!"

  "Bang, bang, bang......"

  Hao Jian's plump body climbed up the stairs and came up, shaking the small wooden building with a tremble.

  Song Jian looked over and saw that Hao Jians hair had been shaved off, leaving him completely bald.

  "How... did he become a monk overnight?" Song Jian wondered.

  Hao Jian rubbed his own head with a hint of embarrassment, "Master said I have a wise root, so he tonsured me."

  As he spoke, Hao Jian gave a resentful glance at Yun Kong's great monk.

  Yun Kong walked over, patting Hao Jian's bald head, "You ordinary people can't understand, Hao Jian, your future achievements in Buddhism will be boundless. Oh, now I'll assign you a task, for this month, you'll take care of Song Jian. Take good care of him, and I'll give you a weight loss method, and also pass on to you the Supreme Seduction Technique."

  "Really?" Hao Jian's eyes sparkled with amusement, "Master, you're also good at flirting with girls?"

  Yun Kong waved his hand and said, "Picking up girls is just the lowest level of skill. Real masters are always the ones being picked up."

  Song Jian couldn't listen anymore, Yunyan Temple had produced such a pair of master and apprentice, it was no wonder that its face was lost completely.

  Before long, an ambulance arrived.

  Two male nurses carried a stretcher, swaying gently as they went upstairs, put Song Jian on the stretcher and carried him downstairs.

  It's clear that these two male caregivers have also seen a lot and are used to dealing with immobile patients.

  Song Jian is really too poor, actually living in a temple, and on New Year's Eve, he even went to the nursing home to send things, this person is really pitiful.

  Soon, an ambulance carrying Song Jian drove towards Pingjiang area and stopped at a rehabilitation hospital.

  As Song Jian was carried away, he took a glance and saw that the name of this convalescent home was "Warm Recovery Medical Center". The buildings in the yard were quite good, and the backyard was a large rehabilitation and fitness base.

  Song Jian was pushed onto a cart and taken to Room 205 on the second floor of the rear courtyard.

  The ward was just an ordinary ward, and in the room except for Song Jian, there was another patient lying on the bed with a tracheotomy, who could only hum and make sounds. This patient should have had a cerebral thrombosis, which made it difficult to breathe due to the inability to normally expel sputum from the airway.

  At this moment, the patient's body is inserted with tubes, and the machine next to him is beeping "drip, drip, drip".

  "Cloud empty old monk, you deceived me," Song Jian cursed in his heart when he saw the medical environment. Although the room was quite large, it was really depressing to be in the same ward with such a patient.

  Hao Jian has been accompanying Song Jian all along.

  Song Jian instructed: "Hao Jian, can you help me switch rooms?"

  Hao Jian looked around and said with a sad face, "No money, I'm telling you, this room was also swindled by Master Ye using his clever tricks. The hospital only brought you here because they think highly of Master Ye as a high-ranking monk."

  "My god, this stinky monk," Song Jian couldn't help but curse, "he said he paid 60,000 yuan in hospital fees when he came."

  At this time, Song Jian's mobile phone rang.

  Hao Jian helped Song Jian pick it up and put it next to Song Jian's ear.

  "What's wrong, Song Jian? What happened? Why didn't you come back all night and you're not answering my calls?" came the anxious voice from the other end.

  "Sorry, something's come up," Song Jian said in a low voice. After some thought, he told Xu Si the truth. "Xu Si, I'm currently at Pingjiang Wenxin Rehabilitation Hospital. Bring some money and come over, I need your help."

  "Alright, alright, wait for me, I'll be right there." Xu Si's voice was full of concern.

  Hanging up the phone, Song Jian let out a sigh of relief. When Xu Si brings the money over, they should be able to switch to a better hospital room.

  "Rounds, rounds! Oh? Why is there a fat monk?" A middle-aged doctor with gold-rimmed glasses walked into the ward, followed by four or five young doctors, and behind them was a group of chattering nurses.

  This rehabilitation hospital has fewer doctors, but more nurses. After all, the patients who are transferred here are mostly those who have escaped danger but cannot take care of themselves.

  The man with the gold-rimmed glasses first looked at the patient who had undergone a tracheotomy at the door and said, "The patient is very stable. At this time, the sputum aspirator can be used to aspirate sputum once every four hours, and the patient is also being trained to cough up sputum by himself."

  The young doctor behind him quickly took note of it.

  The man turned around and walked to Song Jian's bed.

  Hao Jian shrunk back, he was introverted and shy in crowds, but although he hid behind the bed, his small eyes scanned the group of little nurses behind him in an instant.

  Song Jian, however, was staring at the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses in front of him, feeling very familiar.

  That middle-aged man also stared blankly when he saw Song Jian, then sneered and laughed, "Ah, isn't this the little divine doctor? How come, little divine doctor, you can't even cure your own illness? Let me take a look, let me see what's wrong with you?"

  Song Jian heard this voice and suddenly remembered that the person was the director, Qi Fei, whom he had met at Sanfu Hospital. At that time, Qi Fei was deceiving Ma De Shui, but Song Jian happened to expose his trickery on the spot in order to make money.

  But unexpectedly, Qi Fei actually ran to this rehabilitation hospital, and Song Jian himself became his patient.

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  Chapter 4 is finally updated, I'm so tired. Everyone please give me some support for being relatively reliable, haha. Alright, going to sleep now, sleeping early and waking up early is even better for one's health than practicing "Yi Jin Jing", haha.