Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1314 - 641 Hospital

When Yan Fei got the call from the secretary of Guo Village, he wasn’t surprised at all. After thinking for a moment, he said, "You guys should stop prying into it. The person turned himself in because I told him to, and I will definitely take care of it. Everyone just stay calm and wait for the news. Making too much noise about this won’t be good. Let me think of a solution first. Worst case scenario, we might have to go to court, but you don’t need to worry—I’ll get him a lawyer." freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"First, let the family know if he really gets sentenced, if it’s one year, I’ll give his family ten thousand, as payment for his work here!"

Yan Fei’s way of speaking was, in today’s terms, a typical patriarchal approach. On the news, this expression has a negative connotation, whether in politics or business settings, where it’s resisted.

However, in practice, when done right, this approach proves to be very effective. Just like right now, as he took everything upon himself and commanded with an authoritative tone, Old Guo, the village secretary on the other end, seemed relieved and started to address everyone, "Did you all hear that? Boss Yan said he won’t leave us hanging. Everyone be calm..."

Even the family of Guo Liucai felt much calmer, not to mention everyone else.

After hanging up, Yan Fei picked up the phone again ready to dial, but after pondering, he set it down.

He told Xu Xiaoyan briefly and then left the cattle ranch, heading towards the bus station entrance. From a distance, a group of rickshaw drivers cheerily greeted him, "Boss Yan is out! Need a ride? No charge!"

It was a joke. With so many vehicles at his place, most figured he came looking for someone for odd jobs.

Surprisingly, Yan Fei actually did take a rickshaw. He glanced at a young man in the crowd and smiled, "Old Luo, let’s go for a spin to the town in your rickshaw!"

"Sure, Yan Fei... Boss... Please, have a seat..." The rickshaw driver seemed a bit uneasy with Yan Fei, though his words might be awkward, his actions were quick. He hopped onto the rickshaw, kicked forcefully, engaged the gear, and sped off.

"Have a seat, my ass," it was just a modified broken motorcycle rickshaw. The seat at the back was just a hand’s width wooden board covered with sponge leather. No matter where you sit, you’d have to firmly grasp the steel bar on the canopy to avoid being jounced off.

Another rickshaw driver commented bitterly, "Luozi, the bastard, is so lucky to get a fare with Boss Yan..."

"What are you jealous of?" someone nearby rolled their eyes. "At least he went to school with Boss Yan. Who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky enough to work in the farm soon. Keep badmouthing him, and when it’s your turn to curry favor, don’t complain!"

The one who spoke first fell silent—calling someone ’Luozi’ wasn’t exactly a term of endearment in their village; it was derogatory.

Those rickshaw drivers were all quite diligent. Like Old Luo, who was driving Yan Fei, he was only about two years older than Yan Fei. They were classmates in junior high and after dropping out, Old Luo ended up pulling rickshaws.

It’s truly unusual because, to many, especially those with some schooling, this was a source of shame—every big Sunday when they go to school, rickshaws swarm to the high school gates to pick up students, many of whom are their former classmates.

Those who had just dropped out felt embarrassed as everyone else was attending high school. Not only did they not study, but they also had to serve their peers, which was hard to face.

In reality, they at least earned their living instead of idling at home which is much better.

After boarding, Yan Fei instructed Old Luo that they were going to the hospital. Upon reaching, without mentioning money, he said, "You wait here for me for a bit, I might come out soon."

Old Luo nodded, still somewhat reserved—mostly because they were former classmates. Although he had been pulling rickshaws for a while, he still felt awkward. Moreover, Boss Yan was now a frequent feature on television news. He often did odd jobs there, acting as an employee. So feeling a bit uneasy around Yan Fei was inevitable.

Yan Fei quickly walked to the director’s office. Seeing his arrival, the director promptly got up and was about to quickly pour some tea, but Yan Fei politely declined, "No need to hurry, I’m just here to look around, I’ll go once the results are out..."

Despite his polite words, the director stood up and insisted on pouring the tea, smiling, "Please sit for a while. The results of the checkup should be out soon."

Yan Fei sat down, thanked the director for the tea, and looked around the office, then let out a sigh, "Our clinic here really isn’t up to par! I saw the letters on the main door are almost all fallen off. Did the clinic give out any benefits for the New Year?"

The director gave a wry smile, "What benefits could there be? The clinic’s equipment can’t even keep up, and there are hardly any patients. Salaries aren’t even paid on time anymore, let alone benefits. Not giving anything would cause complaints, so they just distributed five boxes of dextrose to everyone..."

"Pfft..."

Heizi, who was drinking tea nearby, couldn’t hold back and spat out his tea. After spitting, he realized it was inappropriate and hurriedly spit twice more, "Accidentally swallowed some tea leaves, almost choked..."

Pang Fa almost burst into laughter but managed to hold it in since he wasn’t drinking tea. He pretended to help Heizi wipe and covered it up.

What the director mentioned about dextrose was well understood by them—it wasn’t the kind used for IV drips, but the type packaged like injections, essentially being concentrated injection fluid. Teachers at schools would recommend students to drink it to boost their blood sugar levels.

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