Holy Hand complained to the reporter. He felt that although what he said was in line with human nature, there must be something hateful about a pitiful person. Therefore, Saint Hand said," It doesn't matter if you were confused or not, the key is that you haven't turned over a new leaf after you came out.”
"What I want to know is, why are you targeting me?”
The reporter sighed again. "After I came out, I also wanted to find a job and support myself. But what ability do I have? He just knew how to write some articles. Previously, with the platform and the reporter's halo, everything was not a problem. However, after he was released from prison, he no longer had a halo on his head. Instead, he had the label of a released criminal.”
"With this hat, you'll be discriminated against wherever you go. Forget about finding a job that suited one's specialty, when others saw you, it was as if they saw a rat crossing the street. So I can only do part-time jobs."
"But he doesn't have an advantage in age, and he doesn't have any skills. It's not easy to get part-time jobs either. He can only go to construction sites and carry bricks and ashes. Although he was under a low eaves, he was still a scholar. It was indeed difficult for him to adapt to physical labor.”
"It was also during the construction site that I heard from my colleagues about the situation in your hospital. There are many legendary stories about your superb medical skills. Therefore, she thought that since your reputation is so good and you have so many patients, your hospital must be making a lot of money every day.”
"But I heard them say that everything here is good except for the lack of an X-ray machine. How could an orthopedic hospital not have an X-ray machine? This was something he could make a fuss about. That's why I came to you."
This set of words could be justified. What Saint Hand couldn't understand was the relationship between the lady and the reporter. Saint Hand asked. "Then, on the day you came to interview me, that lady and the patient happened to be present. Did you two collude in advance or was it a coincidence?”
The reporter said," Actually, it's really a coincidence. When I came here, I didn't know your exact address, so I asked for directions. He happened to ask this lady. She said that she came to your hospital too.”
"To confirm, do you have an X-ray machine? He had originally planned to do a spot check in the name of taking X-rays when he arrived at the hospital. Since the lady was familiar with the hospital, he wanted to verify it with her.”
"I didn't expect her to confirm that you really don't have an X-ray machine. At the same time, she told him about her husband's condition. That's why there was that scene later."
Although the reporter's words were flawless, it was far beyond the imagination of the sage. There was actually such a coincidence in the world. But it was really raindrops hitting the incense stick. What a coincidence. Then there's nothing you can do.
It seemed that the reporter really had nothing to do with the lady. It was just a random question that allowed them to exchange information and have a tacit understanding. In fact, although the two of them had their own needs, they had a common goal.
The reporter wanted to get some money from the saint, but the lady wanted to use the reporter's interview to make a big fuss. She was the one who spent less money here. Thinking about it, Sacred Hands also felt that the world was really wonderful.
The wonderful thing was that his reputation was out there, and with the debt weighing down on him, he was rumored to be rich. Not only did the patient want to escape, but the fake reporter also wanted to take advantage of the situation. People were really afraid of being famous, pigs were afraid of being strong. Thinking of this…Wu 'er smiled.
Saint Hands said," Since you've said it, let me ask you. How do you want this to end?”
The reporter sighed again." How else can it end? You've dug out all my secrets. But now that I think about it, you should call the police!”
Saint Hands was puzzled." Why do you still want to go in?”
The reporter nodded. "Perhaps you think that I'm not normal now, but think about it carefully. The best way out for me now is to go in. Everyone was a reformed criminal, and they were truly equal.”
"Besides, I used to be a reporter and had a glorious past, so they still have a little respect for me. Besides, although there was labor in prison, it was much lighter physically than moving bricks and ashes at a construction site.”
"I have three meals a day, and I don't have to worry about food and drink. I don't have to rack my brains to think about where to earn money. He couldn't say that he didn't know what to eat, but at least he had to worry about his three meals a day. That's why he had a bad idea."
"It's your kindness and compassion that you didn't call the police. If you call the police, that's what you should do. And for me to enter the palace twice because of this, in your eyes, it's a punishment, but in my eyes, it's a better destination.”
Saint Hand didn't expect the reporter to be so logical. Although it didn't make sense, it was in line with his actual situation. However, it wasn't his choice to personally send the reporter to prison. He couldn't bear to do so.
He was willing to enter the palace again, but he could not let the Sacred Hand send him off, so the Sacred Hand said. "It's your business if you're willing to enter the palace again. As for me, it's my duty as a doctor to treat and save people. Even though you're not my patient, we still have a connection. Although you wanted to get some money from me, you didn't get it for various reasons.”
"So in another sense, you're also a patient. Doctors are kind-hearted, and I don't want to send you to prison with my own hands. So let's just leave it at that!”
After hearing the Sage Hand's words, the reporter remained silent for a long time before speaking. "The matter between us has been left unsettled, but I don't know where I'm going to earn money for a meal tomorrow. If other people can move bricks and ashes at a construction site, I should be able to do the same. But in fact, I couldn't persevere.”
The reporter revealed his true feelings, and Holy Hand also felt that if the matter was left unsettled, the reporter would not know what would happen after he left his hospital. Although it was good intentions to treat patients and save people, it had to be carried out.
Did it really matter if he didn't call the police? How were they going to settle the three meals a day for the reporters? Of course, he could donate a few hundred or even a few thousand yuan, but this money was limited. To him, it could only solve his temporary needs. Where was his long-term solution?
His hospital needed medical professionals, not someone who could write manuscripts. However, as he was writing the script, Saint Hand immediately thought of the theater owner. If they wanted to do talk shows and tell jokes, didn't they need a pen to write for them?
Therefore, Sage Hand said to the reporter," You said that your specialty is writing articles. There are very few people who need you to write articles now. Then can you write a joke?”
The reporter's eyes lit up. "Although I used to write news articles, I graduated from the Chinese Department after all. Writing news was his main job, and writing other styles was his spare time. However, there were similarities between the main profession and the amateur profession. At the very least, it could be considered a joke. It's a professional match."
"Do you need jokes to help treat patients?”
Holy Hands shook his head." I don't need it here, but I have a friend who does talk shows. I wonder if you can cooperate with him?”
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