Chapter 882 Brain Death

Chapter 882 Brain Death

As soon as the little girl heard what Zhao Jianhui said, she immediately took out a shabby pink wallet from her pocket with a small rusty flower on it. She poured out all the money in her bag, held it in her hand, and pushed it in front of Zhao Jianhui: "Uncle, I still have money here, but it's not enough for grandma to be hospitalized. You just need to make up for it. I, I, When I grow up, I will make a lot of money and give it back to you..."

The denominations of the pile of money varied from one coin to thousand-yuan bills, including U.S. dollars, pounds, Hong Kong dollars... They were held in colorful hands and presented to Zhao Jianhui.

Her expression was neither pride nor reluctance, but a serious expression of longing for her grandmother to survive. That expression deeply hurt Zhao Jianhui, making him involuntarily recall some unpleasant memories from his childhood.

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui suddenly felt sour in his heart and had an urge to cry.

The little girl cast a pleading look at Zhao Jianhui, and Zhao Jianhui certainly knew what it meant. Zhao Jianhui took the colorful bills very seriously and slowly stacked them neatly one by one: "Come on, let's count how much is missing..."

In fact, even without counting, Zhao Jianhui knew that the difference was too big. Besides, the hospital did not accept foreign coins. Zhao Jianhui counted the money very seriously, just to take care of the little girl's self-esteem.

Sure enough, the result of the calculation was that, converted into RMB, it was only 4,233 yuan and 6 cents. The little girl kept staring at Zhao Jianhui's face nervously. After seeing him finish counting, she asked nervously: "Uncle, are you still a little short..."

"Well, it's just a little short. Uncle brought just enough today. Can we go and pay the money together?" The little girl nodded vigorously.

Although her grandmother was awake, her face was still yellow and she was lying on the long chair with her eyes closed tightly. Zhao Jianhui asked a nurse who was passing by to help look after it. In order to understand where the payment was, the nurse took the little girl's hand and walked over.

When Zhao Jianhui was swiping his card to pay, he saw Li Wen leading a pair of people in white coats hurriedly walking over. Following closely at the front was a thin man about fifty years old with a slight bald head. Tall man.

"Secretary Zhao, this is Dean Liu..." Li Wen introduced Zhao Jianhui. The tall and thin man bent down with a smile on his face: "Hello, Secretary Zhao, I am Liu De, I didn't know you were coming and didn't go outside to greet you. What are you..."

His eyes were staring at Zhao Jianhui's hand holding the card and payment receipt, and he thought to himself, who in Secretary Zhao's family is hospitalized here? None of the people below reported to me. Doesn’t this embarrass me? If Secretary Zhao is unhappy with some aspects of the hospital, will he still be able to take advantage of me?

Zhao Jianhui now also felt that Dean Liu came at the wrong time. If no one in his family was hospitalized, what did he mean by asking for such a large sum of money? He didn't want people in the hospital to know about this. Everyone was talking too much, so they shouted out to themselves, saying that the deputy secretary of the Provincial Party Committee suddenly used 200,000 yuan to do good deeds - and he didn't know what would happen if this matter spread. Taste.

Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand, shook Dean Liu's hand, and said lightly: "I have a little niece. Her grandmother is sick and she doesn't know how to pay. I'll pay for her." Then, he bent down and said to the little niece. The girl said, "Uncle, I have something else to do. I'll ask this uncle to take you to the hospital for grandma. I'll go over to see you later, okay?" As he spoke, he pointed at Li Wen. Li Wen came over with a smile and held the little girl's hand: "Let's go, little girl, follow your uncle..."

Dean Liu winked at a short fat man standing behind him: "Vice Dean Ma, go with Secretary Li and make sure everyone is settled."

The fat man immediately smiled brightly and went up to Li Wen and said, "Secretary Li, where is the patient? I'll take you to go through the formalities. This place is quite big. People who are unfamiliar with it will waste a lot of time..."

You don't need to think about it to know that just because Dean Liu happened to meet him, and just because Dean Liu happened to see him handing over the money, the little girl's grandmother would definitely be placed in the senior cadre ward and receive the best care and treatment.

The little girl's grandmother was unfortunate. She had to take care of the child for her daughter and son-in-law who died in a car accident in her late seventies. She was seriously ill but had no money for medical treatment.

The little girl's grandmother was lucky again, and through some strange combination of circumstances, she met her in the hospital. Because of her own intervention, not only did she change her embarrassment of having no money for medical treatment, but she also enjoyed treatment that she shouldn't have because of her own privileges.

However, in this completely different situation, who can be blamed? The country has spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and the medical reform that has gone through more than 20 years has gone into misunderstandings.

In recent years, no matter who you are, whenever the topic of medical treatment is mentioned, they will always blame the angel in white who used to save lives and heal the wounded for changing his temperament. As long as you have no money, you will not get treatment even if you die in front of the hospital. . However, fundamentally speaking, can the hospital be blamed for this? Can you blame the doctors and nurses for being indifferent?

In this era where everything is about money, after the hospital has transformed into a profit-oriented unit, the emergence of this situation has become an inevitable result. After all, doctors are also human beings. They also have to raise children and support the elderly, and they also have to work for a living.

Perhaps, when they saw the tragic scene, their hearts were also bleeding, but the cruel reality told them that they could only do nothing to help...

In many cases, Zhao Jianhui hated the privileges enjoyed by some people. It was precisely because these people enjoyed such privileges, they didn't have to spend money on meals, didn't have to worry about seeing a doctor, and were picked up and dropped off by car when going out, etc., that led to the failure to implement reforms in some matters.

However, this time, knowing that the old lady was about to borrow the privileges from him, Zhao Jianhui did not refuse the privileges given to him by Dean Liu, or to clarify that he had no relationship with the little girl. In the case of being unable to change the overall environment, being able to change a small part of oneself, or one person and one thing that one encounters, is always better than seeing nothing change.

In the large, beautiful and clean conference room of the hospital, Zhao Jianhui listened to Dean Liu's introduction to Zhao Qijun's condition, and then he realized that Secretary Mo's worries were not unreasonable.

Comrade Zhao Qijun was unlucky enough. His cerebral hemorrhage was just a rupture of capillaries in the brain. If it was discovered early and the surgery was timely, the condition would slowly recover after the surgery, and it would not be a problem to live for a few more years.

But this time, Zhao Qijun had a brain stem hemorrhage, that is, the large artery in the brain was ruptured. Dean Liu talked a lot of nonsense, but when it came down to the last point, he spoke very humbly.

Now Comrade Zhao Qijun can be judged as brain dead. The reason why the hospital has not officially issued a death notice is that one is because of the patient's special identity, the other is that Comrade Zhao Qijun's heart is still beating with oxygen, and the third is that the patient's family is still desperately asking the hospital to do its best to rescue him.

However, according to scientific, objective and realistic conditions, although Comrade Zhao Qijun is still alive in the hearts of some people, he is dead.

For thousands of years, my country has been using the traditional death standard, that is: heartbeat and breathing stop. Compared with the cessation of breathing and heartbeat, brain death is irreversible. Because there are many cases of "dead" people who have died and reborn based on the cessation of heartbeat and breathing, while brain death is an irreversible death.

In fact, when a person's brain # # # dies, there is no value in rescuing him. However, since breathing and heartbeat have not stopped, the patient's family members do not agree and require doctors to do their best to rescue him.

Zhao Qijun is like this. According to Director Liu, Zhao Qijun could have been judged as brain dead when he was sent to the hospital, but because he is a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Shicheng Municipal Party Committee, and his wife and children have been strongly asking the hospital to do its best to treat him, hoping that a miracle will happen, so until now the hospital has not dared to judge Zhao Qijun as dead.

Director Liu said, looking at Zhao Jianhui, he couldn't help but smacked his lips, and the words turned around on the tip of his tongue twice, and finally he didn't say it.

If this kind of thing happened to an ordinary person, the hospital would have suggested that the family prepare for the funeral long ago. Brain-dead patients cannot be cured. "Rescuing" them in the hospital is both costly and laborious, and it takes up a lot of medical resources, and delays other patients from seeing a doctor.

Just now, Dean Liu was impulsive and almost in front of Zhao Jianhui, he wanted to ask the leaders to mobilize Zhao Qijun's family to accept the reality that Zhao Qijun was dead. However, he finally remembered that the young senior official sitting in front of him was also a member of a special group. These people generally value life above others. Who knows if he really said it, will this young man slam the table and point at his nose and curse?

Forget it, Secretary Zhao didn't spend my money anyway, why should I worry about it?

Zhao Jianhui knew what Dean Liu wanted to say, smiled and looked at him, and then asked: "Is there anything else you want to add about Comrade Zhao Qijun's condition?"

Several vice presidents and attending physicians lowered their heads and said nothing. Dean Liu had already made it clear enough just now, and it would be a waste of effort to toss it again, what else to add?

"Well, since no one has anything to add, I'll say a few words. Comrade Zhao Qijun's illness was very unexpected, and it's understandable that his family can't accept it for a while. No matter what the situation is now, Comrade Zhao Qijun must be given the best and most comprehensive treatment. No matter what the final result is, it will always give the family some comfort..."

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