My talent is rubbish? Then come and kill me!

The hospital entrance was busy, with doctors and nurses coming and going in a hurry to treat the wounded.

Some people were obstructing treatment at this time.

"What are you doing? I am also a wounded person. Why do you want to kick me out of the intensive care unit?"

In the intensive care area of ​​the inpatient department, Ji Boda was yelling in the corridor.

He was unlucky during the day. He was bombed again when he was at the door of his home, causing multiple fractures all over his body. After half a day of treatment, his injuries were basically under control. He could recover as long as he rested for a period of time, so he was arranged in the intensive care unit.

But now the medical resources in Nanxiang City are in short supply, and the less serious injuries have to be transferred to ordinary wards.

Some who are not in danger of life are advised to go home and recuperate.

In the explosion during the day, as many as 100,000 people were injured. The six hospitals in Nanxiang were all injured, and even the corridors were crowded with wounded.

"This injured person, medical resources are in short supply now, and everything is tight. You are not in danger at the moment, and you don't particularly need the intensive care unit, so please give it to those who need it."

A young nurse said with unkind eyes.

She knew that the other party was the young master of the Ji family, but so what? His life is life, but the lives of those seriously injured soldiers outside are not lives?

"I don't care, how much tax does our Ji family pay to Nanxiang every year, why don't we even have a special care ward at the end?"

Ji Boda was still stubborn and kept talking here.

And beside him, there was only one servant of the Ji family, and she didn't dare to disrupt the hospital's arrangements.

So when the hospital asked Ji Boda to change rooms, she started to pack up without saying a word.

As for the other people in the Ji family, they were busy packing up their property and leaving.

And Lin Weiwei, her mother had just died, and it was even less likely to take care of him.

"High taxes? That was Longxia's opportunity for you, the Ji family, to pay high taxes, and it was also created by the millions of people working in the Ji family's industry.

So don't use this to pressure the hospital. The hospital has arranged other wards. I'll push you over now!

I'm telling you not to move around. If the connected bones are displaced, you will suffer."

The little nurse glared at Ji Boda who was talking non-stop, and then pushed the ambulance to send him to the ordinary ward.

"You, you, you"

Master Ji was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He hated this world. He was obviously the eldest son of the family. Why couldn't he be like the rich young masters in the novels, who could make people disappear at will, or suppress the lower class at will, or have a large number of people lick his ass when the king's aura leaked?

It seemed that he had no privileges except for a little money.

After the nurse pushed him to the ordinary ward, Ji Boda resisted fiercely.

"I don't live here, change me to another room, it smells too bad here, it's too crowded!"

I thought the ordinary ward just had a few more beds, but I came in and took a look.

There were no more beds, the room was clearly full of people.

The beds were side by side, and there were more than a dozen injured people living in them.

"All wards are like this, you can stay or not!"

The nurse inserted the saline solution and left.

"Then can I go home?"

Ji Boda was so angry at the nurse's attitude that he was so cute and sweet. Why was the nurse sister so irritable?

Of course, he didn't know that the workload and pressure of medical staff were more than ten times higher than usual. Not throwing him out of the hospital was the greatest tolerance.

"Okay! Go back by yourself. No one in the hospital will take you back!"

The little nurse said, and went to the door to help.

"I want to complain"

Ji Boda said this indignantly, and then said to the servant: "You are a dead man, don't you know how to speak for me?"

The maid spread her hands: "I am just an employee, why should I follow you to make trouble?"

"I am making trouble and you say I am making trouble? Okay, you are fired now, get out!" Ji Boda was almost crying with anger. Why did a servant dare to give him a cold face?

"Okay, I quit!"

The servant took off his work card, threw it, turned around and left!

Expelled? She wanted it, and escaping in this situation was the most important thing.

If the Ji family didn't give a lot, no one would take care of this young master.

Of course, professional ethics should still be there. She called the Ji family and said that she was fired by the young master and asked them to find someone else.