Chapter 655 Reduction

The waiting hall of Jinghua Sixth Hospital is always full of people.

The operations in the operating room are going on non-stop, and the number of family members outside the operating room will continue to increase. Here, most of the family members tend to be calm. Of course, most of the expressions are depressed and melancholy, but not many are emotional.

For patients, the elective surgery is a choice of a time to decide their fate, and for the family members of the patients, it is also an extra time to adjust their mood and accept the facts.

Of course, there are always people who cannot accept the facts, especially family members who suddenly find out about a serious illness and undergo surgery immediately. Their mood is the most agitated, and those with poor family conditions are often more anxious—being sick is one thing , The heavy debt is the heavy burden that crushes the camel.

The middle-aged woman Wang Xuemei knelt in front of the Amethyst Cave and never got up since she re-signed and sent her husband to the operating room.

Her education level is not high, but various critical illness notifications and informed consents still let her understand the situation. In a hospital, doctors and nurses aren't always aggressive, pushy, or impatient. Sometimes, they can also be kind and full of patience - when a patient has a serious illness, or to be more precise, when a person's illness is the top symptom that the department can handle, he will get high praise. Specification treatment.

In the Sixth Hospital, the level of gallbladder cancer is high enough, not to mention that there is Professor Feng Zhixiang performing the knife. In this case, no little doctor wants to become a black hole in the process. They try their best to do their best in the whole process, except for one thing: soothing the patient's mood.

The mood of the patient is not always relieved, not because the doctor's skills are not good, but because the pain is too deep.

Wang Xuemei just cried, kept crying, kept crying.

If the level of education is higher, Wang Xuemei may cry a poem. Her life was full of suffering, which is the most suitable environment for the birth of a poet. However, her life is so bitter that she has not received enough education to explain her suffering life.

"It's fine if they talk about the capital. It's fine if they talk about the capital..." Wang Xuemei kept chanting, she couldn't help reaching out her fingers into the crystal cave to touch it, and then retracted suddenly.

She wanted to deepen the power of prayer, but was afraid that she might be doing something wrong.

A new uncle came over to persuade him: "The floor of the hospital is cold, don't freeze, kneel or kneel, get up and sit for a while."

After saying the last two times, Wang Xuemei took off her upper body coat and put it under her knees.

The persuading old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and after a while, he brought her a waist pad and said, "It's a little too small, let's use it together. If you want me to say, Lama Temple is more effective, why don't you try it in the past, then It’s a decent temple, and the incense is also flourishing. We used to have an old friend who had a lot of problems, and asked someone to go to the Lama Temple to burn a head of incense, and it’s all right after changing his mind, and the business goes smoothly.”

"The first sticks of incense in Lama Temple? One hundred and eight sticks is about the same." A person behind couldn't listen anymore, and said something stably: "How many people want to burn the first sticks of incense? Is it a matter of money?"

The old man glanced at the other party: "Then you come to persuade."

"What kind of persuasion? If you like to kneel, just kneel. Kneeling is useful. Why do you need a doctor? Kneeling is useful, so don't come to the hospital." The man's tone was sarcastic. He had already disliked the middle-aged woman in front of him.

The Du family who stayed at the scene was Fat Sun. He looked at his family's Amethyst Cave helplessly. If his father hadn't ordered it to be taken back, he wouldn't care about it.

However, how do people accept it when they are kneeling? Fat Sun can only look at Wang Xuemei who is kneeling on the ground expectantly, hoping that the other party will wake up by himself.

Wang Xuemei ignored these people.

She couldn't understand what these people were saying, and she didn't want to. From what these people said, most of them were deceived, she might as well just do her own thing.

Wang Xuemei nibbled three more heads in a "dongdongdong" way, which was a response to other people's doubts.

The crisp sound made the patient's family members present feel helpless, but they understood her intentions.

"Oh, it's such a cold place. When I get old, I have to have cold legs. My current leg hurts when the dam was built."

"That's right. When I was in confinement, my mother-in-law said that I was too hot, so she only gave me three quilts. Others' daughters-in-law wear cotton trousers to cover the quilt."

"My husband didn't listen to me before. He went out wearing a pair of single pants. I was so angry that I picked up the mop stick and slapped it on my leg."

"Sister so fierce? What happened next? Did your husband listen to you? Did you apologize?"

"I don't know, isn't this person still in the operating room?"

crunch.

The double doors of the operating room seemed to have some magical power. When it made a sound, all the people in the waiting room fell silent.

"Are Li Gang's family members here?" The little doctor in charge of the bed shouted, with Xu Wen standing beside him.

Xu Wen is the official doctor of Jinghua Sixth Hospital. Feng Zhixiang, the chief surgeon, and Ling Ran, the first assistant, are both of the nature of flying knives.

When Wang Xuemei heard the word Li Gang, she put her hands on the ground and wanted to stand up, and then another butt prick.

"Kneeling is numb." Wang Xuemei muttered to herself, her eyes were already fixed, and she raised her hand: "I am Li Gang's family member."

After speaking, Wang Xuemei walked over with a limp.

Xu Wen hurried over to greet him, and then said: "Don't worry, your husband Li Gang has already been sent to the ICU, that is, the intensive care unit. His operation was successful, and we need to see how he recovers..."

"Serious... Serious illness is a serious illness?" Wang Xuemei felt cold all over.

"Your husband was diagnosed with advanced gallbladder cancer, a malignant tumor. However, the doctor's operation went smoothly and he has already cut it clean. Next, if he recovers smoothly, his life will be saved." Xu Wen did not correct Wang Xuemei's words, Instead, say it from a different angle.

Wang Xuemei hesitated for a moment and asked, "Relapse?"

"This, we can't say."

"Then how many days will I stay in the hospital? How soon can I go back to work?" Wang Xuemei's thoughts quickly turned to the issue of debt repayment. She and her husband earn a lot of money. They both work. Although they often change jobs, on average, they can earn at least 120,000 to 30,000 yuan a year, and they can save about 100,000 yuan. If they didn’t go back to the village to build a house , They are considered to be in good condition in the village.

Because of this, when Li Gang fell ill this time, Wang Xuemei borrowed money without difficulty, and resolutely came to the capital.

However, money should be used wisely. After the operation is over, the rest can be spent as little as possible.

Xu Wen is very familiar with patients like Wang Xuemei.

Most of the patients in the hospitals in the capital are from other places. They have to pay for things like saving lives, but there are always those who can't afford it.

"As for the cost, let your doctor in charge of the bed talk to you. If the family is really in trouble, our hospital also has a green channel, and we can help you reduce part of it as appropriate." Xu Wen didn't say any more about the chief surgeon or the flying knife. thing.

The price of Professor Feng Zhixiang's flying knife is more than 100,000 yuan, not counting the round-trip business class and assistant expenses. Of course, the friendship price is more realistic, usually 30,000 or 40,000 yuan, not including the business class and assistant expenses, the total added up is about 70,000 yuan.

In China, this is already the price of a doctor in the textbook. From the perspective of the doctors of the Sixth Hospital, it is really cheap to death. There is no need to compare it with foreign countries. After the implementation of multi-point practice in China, the asking price for high-level doctors to practice in private hospitals will far exceed this.

The chief physician of a large hospital in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou may only have a flying knife of more than 10,000 yuan. If you enter a private hospital, you can double or even triple it casually. What's more, it is not reflected in the registration fee and diagnosis and treatment fee. Instead, use the bed fee and other additional expenses to pay the doctor's surgery fee.

However, telling Wang Xuemei about these things would probably not be recognized.

Without prior negotiation, it is too difficult to ask Wang Xuemei to spend an extra 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, let alone Ling Ran's throwing knife fee.

Fortunately, Vice President Wang was present today, and with a flick of a pen, the money was withdrawn from the public account, cleanly and neatly, so as not to cause trouble for Professor Feng.

Xu Wen pointed out that the green channel is also a reason. The surgery performed by Professor Feng Zhixiang and Dr. Ling Ran together, the postoperative medicine and nursing care should be as good as possible. If the patient's family members are allowed to change the treatment plan without authorization because of the cost, they may offend two great people at once, so why bother.

When Wang Xuemei heard that the fee could be reduced, a smile appeared on her face: "My family is really difficult. There are old people and young ones. The elderly in the countryside have no retirement salary and no medical insurance. My husband is sleeping in bed now. I have to take care of it, if it is not relatives and friends who help, the family will run out of food."

Xu Wen smiled, and did not continue on this topic, but instead said: "In terms of expenses, don't be in a hurry. Now we need to treat the person first. If you have any questions, you can talk to Dr. Wang."

Wang Xuemei nodded vigorously, and then tried to get closer to the bed doctor next to her: "Your surname is Wang, and I am also surnamed Wang. We were a family five hundred years ago."

"Yes...you come with me, and I'll tell you about the situation." Dr. Wang, who was in charge of the bed, performed the operation today, and he was in a good mood, but he didn't dare to talk in the waiting hall, for fear that he might make a mistake and someone would record it. , then troublesome.

Wang Xuemei nodded earnestly, and followed closely the footsteps of the doctor in charge of the bed, fearing that she might not find anyone soon. But when she reached the Purple Crystal Cave, Wang Xuemei suddenly stopped, took out all the steel coins from her pocket, and stuffed them into the Purple Crystal Cave.

Wang Xuemei made a bow to Amethyst Cave, and hurriedly chased Dr. Wang away.

The crowd behind looked at the Amethyst Cave and started clamoring.

boom.

A coin hit the shell of the Amethyst Cave and bounced out.

bang bang bang...

More coins flew out.

The family members of patients in one hall crowded forward consciously or unconsciously, and threw coins.

Although the Amethyst Cave is small, and although the coin is thrown inaccurately, the crystals in the cave still make a clanging sound.

Fat Sun, who was in charge of reclaiming the Amethyst Cave, looked at this scene and could only keep smiling: (?ω?)

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