"Damn it, another one dies!"
When Lao Zhou's scolding came from the corridor, I had just finished pulling out the needle for the last patient. Aunt Wang, who was sitting on bed No. 3, Sat up and touched her waist: "Doctor Lin, after your injection, my old waist really doesn't hurt anymore. It's much better than the experts at the People's Hospital."
I put the silver needle into my bag and said casually: "Aunt Wang, you should play less mahjong in the future. Sitting for a long time hurts your waist. This problem is caused by playing mahjong."
"Hey, how do you know this?"
I ignored her, packed my things and walked out. There were several people gathered around the gate of the community. Lao Zhou stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a big red notice in his hand, his face flushed: "Three people died in three days! They all lived in Building 6! They said living water turned into stagnant water, fart! The developer must have done something wrong!"
I walked over and glanced at the notice. It was printed on A4 paper, stamped with the seal of Tiansheng Real Estate, and written very politely: Due to the maintenance of the underground pipe network in the community, some water quality has temporarily changed. We deeply apologize, and each household will be given 20 kilograms of rice and 500 yuan in red envelopes as compensation. There is also a consultation phone number below, signed "Zhao Jinbiao".
Bald Zhao.
This grandson has been causing trouble in the community for more than a day or two. He bought the land in Building 6 three years ago. After building the building and selling it, he walked away and left the property alone. This time there was too much noise about the dead man, and he had to come forward.
Just as I was about to leave, Lao Yiyi grabbed me and said, "Doctor Lin, you know Chinese medicine, you can give me a review! This water is black and smells fishy. If someone drinks it, something will happen. There must be a dead rat in the water pipe!"
