The acupuncture center has good conditions, air conditioning and cold air, which is comparable to the best commercial hospital in Doniago.

In Doniago, except for the third public, the conditions of other public hospitals are particularly simple, and the medical and nursing power is even worse. Most public hospitals do not even meet the standards for decent surgery, and even the most basic minor surgery is not up to standard. Some public hospitals are dirty like garbage dumps, and the capital public hospitals are still like this. The medical conditions in remote places can be imagined.

The Third Public Hospital is the best public hospital in Doniago. This is also due to the cooperation between the Third Public Hospital and the Chinese health department. The Donia government's allocation to the Third Public has been relatively relaxed. After all, the Third Public Hospital represents the image of a state-owned hospital in the entire Donia country to some extent.

The acupuncture center built by China is naturally inappropriate.

Although the Chinese expert group has evacuated, the operation of the acupuncture center has not stopped. Under the leadership of Dr. Quite, the center has admitted dozens of patients every day.

Patients are basically painful diseases and dysfunctional diseases, including back pain, leg pain, arm pain, rheumatoid arthritis, etc. Dysfunctional diseases are hemiplegia, facial paralysis, periarthritis of the shoulder, etc.

On the first day of work today, Zhang Sheng, accompanied by Orba, had a preliminary impression of the abilities of three local doctors including Quite who have obtained clinical treatment qualifications.

Zhang Sheng also knew that he should not look at his official information and beautify his aura, nor should he regard Quite and call him professors respectfully, but these are all false. At his age, Quite and others may not be convinced in their hearts. It was just that due to their identity as a major military doctor in China, they had to accept it.

In the afternoon, it was raining heavily, and a special patient came to the acupuncture center, Mrs. Fogsey, the wife of the mayor of Doniago, a black woman in her fifties with gold jewelry. However, she did not come to see the doctor, but came to settle the score with Dr. Quite.

When Zhang Sheng and Orba arrived at Dr. Quite's clinic, Mrs. Fogsey was knocking Dr. Quite's head with a black umbrella. Zhang Sheng could not understand the tribal dialect in his mouth, but depending on the situation, he was also scolding Dr. Quite.

Dr. Quite lowered his head and did not dare to move. Several medical staff next to him dared not persuade him and were silent.

Mrs. Fogsey was born into a tribal aristocrat. According to the tradition before, she should be the princess of the tribe. Most of the black residents of Doniago belong to this tribe. Although President Adeye, the solitary man, established a republic and made the tribe disappear in name, in fact, the tribe's imprints cannot be washed away in the depths of the hearts of many citizens.

What's more, Mrs. Fogsey is also President Adeye's cousin.

In Mrs. Fogsey's eyes, Dr. Quett and others were just untouchables, so she was naturally the noble princess.

"Stop!" Zhang Sheng walked over, raised his hand and grabbed Mrs. Fogsey's umbrella and threw it aside.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Fogsey, who originally wanted to get angry, saw Zhang Shengdong's face, and forced herself to scold her, and switched to local French to communicate with Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng's face was slightly relaxed and he said, "I am the person in charge here. First of all, I apologize to you on behalf of Dr. Quite, but you shouldn't beat the doctor in the hospital. This is your fault. Now please come with me and I will help you see your waist."

Before coming, I heard Alba talk about the general situation. Mrs. Fogsey flashed her waist yesterday and came to the center for treatment. Dr. Quett was keen on making friends with the powerful and refused to let go of this opportunity. Who knew that when I used the needle yesterday, Mrs. Fogsey's waist hurt even more. In addition, he boasted that he would relieve the pain today. After three or two times, the needle was cured. Mrs. Fogsey heard his words and held great hope, but she didn't want the condition to become worse, which made her angry.

After hearing Zhang Sheng say that he was the person in charge here, Mrs. Fogsey stretched out her thick finger and pressed Dr. Quite's forehead hard, saying, "This untouchable told me that he is the person in charge here and has the best acupuncture skills."

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "That was yesterday's incident. From today on, I am the person in charge here. Please come with me." After that, he turned around and walked out.

Mrs. Fogsey looked extremely ugly and asked the person next to her: "Who is he? Is he Chinese? This arrogant guy!"

A doctor hurriedly complained and smiled and came to her side, saying, "Professor Zhang is an acupuncture expert from China and a major of the People's Liberation Army. He is a famous doctor, of course..., do you think, right?"

Mrs. Fogsey nodded, feeling that he was right.

Mrs. Fogsey walked out of Dr. Quett's clinic with the help of two maids. Quett and others were busy coming out, but she didn't expect that in the corridor, Zhang Sheng was squatting down and talking to a black child.

The little black boy was dressed in rags, with a big head and a small body, and he looked malnourished.

"What's going on? Who is the little thing? What are you doing here?" Before he could reach the little boy's side, Mrs. Fogsey immediately covered her nose and signaled the maid to help her leave him farther away.

"Sir, I beg you, save my dad." The little boy's eyes were filled with tears. Because of the ****, the acupuncture center strengthened its guard power and almost turned into a restricted area. He finally slipped in.

Just now, the little boy said a few words, and Zhang Sheng could understand that the little boy's father was injured by a stray bullet during the war a while ago. He had just scratched his skin, so he didn't care. Who knew that the wound was getting worse and worse. He went to a public hospital near his home to treat it briefly several times, but a few days ago, he suddenly couldn't get a high fever. The doctor who came to the hospital today asked his mother to prepare for his funeral. However, the little boy had a fairy tale and remembered the legendary Chinese miracle doctor in the hospital here, so he came to ask for help.

"Sir, please, I heard that you Chinese can cure any disease." The little boy shed tears and wanted to reach out to pull Zhang Sheng, but looking at his dirty hands and Zhang Sheng's completely different appearance from him, he didn't dare to reach out.

Orba sighed softly when she saw it, but she knew that the teacher could do nothing about this.

Zhang Sheng thought for a while and said to Orba: "You go and find Dean Chikawei and ask him to arrange an ambulance to pick up his father to the hospital for treatment. You said that all the expenses incurred cannot be borne by me, and I will call me when someone receives you."

Orba was stunned. If the doctor came to take care of the patient every time he encountered a patient who couldn't pay the bag, then all the doctors would become paupers.

"Go." Zhang Sheng stood up.

Alba nodded silently. The teacher was different from everyone, right? She took the little boy's hand and coaxed him and led him away.

Zhang Sheng then turned around and asked Quite, "Do you know why Mrs. Fogsey's back pain is getting worse and worse by you?"

Dr. Quit shook his head blankly.

Zhang Sheng sighed and said, "You pierced the wrong acupoint."

"Ah Shi's acupoint...", Dr. Quite said the words "Breaking Chinese" in a stiff Chinese, which comes from transliteration. He said in confusion: "I clearly stabbed it according to the part taught by the teacher before..."
Chapter completed!