Siheyuan: If You Have a Work-Related Injury, Please Stay Away from It in the Whole Hospital

1961, Nanluogu Lane, courtyard. My name is Zhang Hao, a buyer at a steel rolling mill. I was stabbed on the way to get off work, and the factory recognized the work-related injury - all medical expenses were paid, wages were paid, and recuperation treatment was paid at a penny. When the news spread back to the courtyard, people's hearts suddenly became excited. Mrs. Jia Zhang was the first to jump up, slapping her thigh and scolding me for lying down to earn wages. Yanbu Gui squatted at the door for a long time to choose a vegetable, then turned around and asked his daughter-in-law Yu Li to come to the door to "help" - he said he was helping the neighborhood, but his eyes were on the piece of meat on my table. There were also people who looked on coldly with old grievances in mind, waiting to see me paralyzed on the kang and never able to turn over. No one knows that my father just died in the warehouse last month. It was also done behind the scenes. I have injuries on my legs and am keeping accounts in my mind. On the surface, I am recovering from my injuries, and whoever comes to help will be paid according to the rules, and no one will be owed any money. What should be investigated secretly, what should be investigated. Want to take advantage? Change based on ability. Want to show off? Publicly prescribed work-related injuries will not work no matter where you go. Want to stab you in the back again? When I stand up, let's take our time.