Seeing what the three workers wanted to say to him, Fan Linhui waved his hand urgently and shouted: "This has nothing to do with me."

He was naturally afraid of being dependent on him. Not to mention going to court to sue him, he had to start a lawsuit, or his relatives carried a coffin and blocked his factory door, and he was afraid that he would die if he just asked him to pay for medical expenses. He had never seen this phosphorus poisoning before, and even if it could be cured, it would be very expensive.

So Fan Linhui continued to shout: "My match factory is a serious Western factory. It has a regular license and pays taxes on time. It is bought from the Beijing city from machines to materials. The production process is fine. Don't talk about me, even the British in Daqin make matches like this! Didn't I poison your food, right?"

"If you have to say that this is related to me, then I can only say that foreign factories are like this!" Although others had not spoken yet, Fan Linhui became more and more anxious and became a little angry: "Do you know Zhang Qijie's factory? In a month, you don't sweep dozens of fingers that have been rolled out? After a long time, the lungs are covered with cotton wool, and you can't even breathe! Li Guangxi's hardware factory is even more terrible. The machine rumbling like an iron cow. If you are not careful, your whole hand and arm will be gone! Even who in Wang Yu's hand doesn't have a scald on his body?"

"And I am a regular factory, but I have never deceived you! Now, as soon as I work, those who are queuing up at my door can line up from the East City Gate to the West City Gate. Do I force you? This is Western learning! Although farming and herding cattle does not lose your fingers, the risk of forest poisoning, can you pay seven or eight yuan a month? Whose family has more money and no cost?" Fan Linhui spread his hands and shouted.

After hearing these words, Xiao Zhao and the other two shut up timidly and did not dare to say another word.

Dr. Li turned to Zhang Bicheng and said, "How do you deal with the injuries of workers in the UK?"

Zhang Bicheng thought about it and said, "That is, by church charity and... and labor/union... I don't know how to say this word in Chinese, it means that workers unite themselves to organize themselves, and safeguard the legitimate rights God has given them to be human."

"Workers' fellowship? A good idea." Dr. Li nodded.

Fan Linhui had already spread his hands and widened his eyes, keeping a helpless expression of being passers-by who was not related to his business but was detained. He kept intimidating the three workers in front of him. He heard Dr. Li and Zhang Bicheng talk about the workers' fellowship behind him, and quickly turned around and whispered: "Doctor Li, there is no need for this worker to have any fellowship. Many of them are illiterate. And today, you don't know if you can see him again after you have paid your salary."

Dr. Li smiled and said, "Are you afraid of raising workers' wages? I know, your Longchuan Chamber of Commerce actually likes the situation where refugees are everywhere outside the city. Lao Zhang once said that with refugees as candidate workers, the competition among workers intensifies, and those who work harder, so the cost is less."

"Where is it? I also hope that they can have a full meal, marry a wife and have children. Besides, our salary is already very high, and there are not many places in Haijing that cost 7 yuan a month." Fan Linhui said aggrievedly.

Dr. Li walked up to Xiao Zhao and the other two and said kindly: "Don't worry, since we know what disease is, there is a solution. Although I have never had any experience in treating you phosphorus poisoning, when I go back to the county town, I will write to the doctors who will always ask for treatment. You can write down your name and address for the time being. If I receive the reply, I will go to you, okay?"

"Thank you so much for Dr. Li!" The three of them were grateful.

Seeing the three of them turning around and leaving, Fan Linhui asked Dr. Li hesitantly: "What if I need to spend money on treating the disease and buying medicine? This has nothing to do with me! This set of matches invented by foreigners is poisonous... Should I give it to you too?"

"Old Fan, Jesus taught us to love others as ourselves; so I can't control what you want, pray and seek God's will for you." Dr. Li said.

"Oh, Doctor Li, aren't you forcing me to pay? This...this...this really doesn't matter to me! Forget it, forget it, I'll go out and continue to send things, think about it carefully." Fan Linhui stomped his feet, sighed, and left with a look of conscience on his face.

Seeing Fan Linhui running out in the rain, Zhang Bicheng smiled and said, "Actually, Brother Fan is very enthusiastic. Your church has good pastoral care."

"Thank God for leading our church." Dr. Li said, "But I am very worried about the spiritual situation of the brothers of the church chamber of commerce. In the past, except for a few people, everyone was not rich, and everyone was also helping each other to serve Jesus. Now many brothers are rich, but I am worried that their pursuit of money is more than their pursuit of Jesus, and they let workers work overtime, lower workers' wages, and like to recruit outsiders because outsiders obey discipline and have fewer requirements. Although they come to the church on Sunday, their factories or workshops are all carried out on a seven-day basis. They know that Sundays cannot be worked, but they make excuses that the workers who work in the factory on Sunday are not Christians. They are not enthusiastic about preaching the gospel to their workers. They just want them to make money for themselves, afraid that their subordinates will be difficult to manage, and they are also afraid that their sins will be revealed in the church..."

"I will pray for your church later!" Zhang Bicheng nodded.

"Thank you Brother Zhang." Dr. Li nodded.

At this time, Zhang Bicheng saw that there were no patients coming, and only Dr. Li was left in the room. Zhang Bicheng said, "I have something unknown, please ask Dr. Li for advice."

"Please say it."

"Why don't you bring the two boxes of the latest Western medicines I always bring from the Presbyterian Church in Beijing? They are the latest and best Western medicines that my brothers have raised money. Don't you always report that there is a lack of medicine for relief and inspection tours?" Zhang Bicheng spread his hands and asked.

Dr. Li nodded and said, "Yes, those are the latest and best medicines. So I won't use them in such a large number of rural clinics. I will prescribe them to the rich when I see a doctor in the clinic, so that I can get more money."

After saying that, Dr. Li smiled: "I have seen the medicine you brought. Many special medicines may be sold for ten times the price."

"What? What do you mean? Are you not the Greedy Mo Church's donations and supplies?" Zhang Bicheng screamed in surprise.

"What? I am greedy?" Dr. Li was stunned, then suddenly realized, laughed, and said, "Let me explain to you: Because we are a Longchuan Presbyterian Church Clinic, we save lives and help the wounded to the poor, and we can not charge money; but for the rich, I always offer ten times the price; for ordinary well-off families, I offer five times the price so that I can maintain a balance of income and expenditure, and receive money to buy more cheap medicines to the poor, and have some spare time to support the relief and distribute food, iron pots and other tasks. After all, the church's financial resources are very limited, and no rich brothers want to pay all the tithes."

"You offer a price of ten times? Are the rich people still coming to you for treatment? Although Longchuan County is small, there is not no competitors, right?" Zhang Bicheng asked.

Dr. Li smiled sly and said, "There is indeed no competitor now. I have opened two Western medicine clinics in the past, but they can't compete with our church clinics, so they went bankrupt and moved away one after another."

"Why?"

"Well, we have three types of hospitals in State of Song. Clinics: the first is a hospital clinic opened by a church like ours, to popularize Jesus' love to everyone, so the imperial court decreed our logo as a 'red cross';" Dr. Li pointed his finger and explained: "The second type is a private doctor. After obtaining the graduation certificates of some medical colleges recognized by the imperial court, he can learn medicine. Of course, they are all Western medicine. This kind of clinic and hospital can be operated by private people. They just want to make money with Western medicine skills. Therefore, the imperial court decreed the logo as a 'red scalpel'; the third type is traditional Chinese medicine, which is actually not medicine, because the imperial court does not have a 'Traditional Chinese medicine college or a Chinese medicine license. Anyone can open it, but the logo can only be a 'Red gourd'."

"The 'red gourd' that can save the world can't compete with the above two hospitals, because our Chinese people have never believed in traditional Chinese medicine since ancient times: the so-called 'drugs' that are not allowed to take medicine for three generations, that is, unless you are a family of traditional Chinese medicine, you have not been beaten in a century, your store has not been smashed, your family has not been sued for the yamen, and you have not been rolled up and ran away without a bedding. Your time-honored brand can survive, and only the Chinese people dare to accept your Chinese medicine."

"As for the competition between the 'Red Cross' and 'scalpel', Chinese people do not believe in 'scalpel', because these doctors control patients' life-and-death power, and blindly ask for prices for profit. Except for some Christian doctors who are quite good in medical ethics, other Western doctors may coax and deceive you to spend all your money to treat athlete's foot, and even turn your hospital into a legal opium hall because you have the qualifications to distribute opium as medicine."

"The same is true for Longchuan County. Because the county is small, we are familiar with the rich and well-off homes. I clearly price: I know that you have money, and I will charge you ten times the price; but they all trust us, because we don't care about the poor and the rich, and will never lie to you or you. I will tell you the disease that cannot be cured and will not lie to others. And they also understand that I charge more money for the poor." Dr. Li smiled and said, "Not only that, ophthalmology surgeries and fractures that can make people blind and re-see, no matter rich or poor, I will do it for free. This is because Jesus lets the blind see the blind and the lame get up. I also want to learn from Jesus' example and copy what Jesus did to people to the patients who passed through my hands, because Jesus gave us Western medicine knowledge to help others."

"So, the two scalpel clinics either have to compete with me for prices, and others can't believe them; or they have to compete with me for surgical skills. How many cornea surgeries have I had? Can a group of small hair compare to me? So they can't keep running at all. They all go to big cities like Huizhou, which are crowded there, not as well as county towns."

After hearing this, Zhang Bicheng was stunned for a long time before saying, "It seems that you really lack doctors here."

"Not only are doctors, preachers, pastors, and teachers lack anything." Dr. Li sighed and said, "Our Longchuan is a small county town, sandwiched between Huichuan and Ganzhou. Some preachers like to stay in big cities, so they will definitely not leave the prosperous areas around Beijing and Huizhou. If you are as determined as you, you will feel that Longchuan is too close to the prosperous areas, so you would rather go to Jiangxi or Guangxi to preach. Moreover, many of the local brothers trained here often leave Longchuan to go to the big cities when they have a hard wing. Therefore, our Longchuan is sandwiched between Huizhou and Ganzhou, the two major dioceses, Huizhou and Ganzhou, but it is dark under the light, and there is very little human resources and financial support."

Zhang Bicheng knew that Dr. Li wanted to stay, which church did not want Zhang Bicheng to look very energetic. Even if he was a foreigner, it didn't matter if he was not very good at speaking.

No answer yet,

The door became noisy again, and seven or eight people came in in a noisy way.

Dr. Li looked up and asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Lao Wang's illness has worsened?"

It turned out that Lao Wang, a terminally ill patient who had just received four pills of opium after seeing a doctor, was carried back by several people, and the leader was Elder Hou.

"Doctor Li, I'm going to be baptized!" Lao Wang put it on the table with the door panel again. He pressed his stomach with one hand and reached out to Dr. Li with the other hand. The four opiums were in the crack of his fingers: "Take the opium back and give it to those in need, I just need God."

"What do you think?" Although Elder Hou was the nominal leader of the Longchuan Presbyterian Church, he came over and asked Dr. Li carefully.

"How much do you know about Jesus?" Dr. Li did not directly answer Lao Wang's request. Not everyone in their Presbyterian Church could baptize.

"I have heard you preach several times, and the village chief and my neighbors have also preached the passage to our father and son. I am a sinner, and Jesus died on the cross for me." The old king said in tears: "I hope to be baptized before death so that I can go to the arms of the Father. I am not lingering except my son in this world. It is too painful because we have too much sin."

Dr. Li nodded and said, "If Elder Hou has tested you, and you truly believe in Jesus as Lord, and you also admit it with your mouth, I think it is OK. But baptism is going to be in the river, it is raining now, and your body... have you made up your mind?"

"Yes! I want to dedicate myself to the Lord! Only? Love me," the old king looked at Dr. Li and Elder Hou with tears in his eyes and said, "I am a miserable person, stumbled and lived so old. I am really good to me in this world. I really look like a personal person. I sincerely help us without asking for anything in return. I am afraid that there are only you people. Jesus is like a good person like you? Then I must go to his side! Not only me, but my son also wants to be baptized with me!"

"Thank God for saving you, the lost Lamb." Dr. Li held Lao Wang's hand and said, "Welcome to be one with us in Jesus. We are all the beloved Sons of the Father and all the brothers."

Soon Lao Wang was carried to the river. Because his life was in danger, Elder Hou and his friends decided to immediately baptize in the river in the rain.

But Dr. Li did not go, and the patient was waiting for him.

He led Zhang Bicheng to kneel with several nurses to pray, thank God for Lao Wang for his baptism, and ask God to accept Lao Wang's sacrifice.

After getting two Christians, Lao Wang and his son, Dr. Li was obviously happy, looking full of energy and busy.

At this time, Fan Linhui came back. He put the umbrella in the corridor, touched the rainwater on his head, and came in and asked, "Doctor Li, I heard you are going to Shuibei Village next door?"

"Yes." Dr. Li replied.
Chapter completed!