Chapter 1

The civilian hospital in Shanghai Stock Exchange is a famous large hospital in China, from pediatrics to ENT, surgery, internal medicine, oncology, obstetrics and gynecology. Zhen Fei, an intern of Medical University, was lucky to be admitted as an intern in civilian hospital. He was assigned to the emergency department with the most contradictions and the most comprehensive medical skills.

At the regular meeting in the morning, Fang Kangyong, chief physician of the emergency department, solemnly presided over the meeting and said: "the 31 patients Ma Dafu's family members who were sent yesterday clearly said that they could not pay for the operation. Now his condition can no longer be delayed. What should we do?"

The four attending doctors in the office, including the head nurse, Wen Xiaoge, looked at each other with the same heavy heart as Fang Kangyong. Lack of money for treatment is a very serious problem. Will the hospital treat the patients?

Without treatment, the hospital is obviously indifferent to the patient's life and death and pain. Who will pay for the medical expenses and miscellaneous expenses of hospitalization? Hospitals also have difficulties.

"Then use a cheaper way to treat it." A discordant voice sounded.

When you look up, it's Zhen Fei, a 21-year-old intern with deep socket and big eyes.

This appearance of Zhen Fei has attracted many girls, who say that he has the charm of a half breed. Although every time Zhen Fei explained that he was an authentic Han nationality, the more he explained, the more girls found him "funny".

"What you mean by cheap treatment is cheap medicine?" Hu Tiankai, the doctor in charge of patient Ma Dafu, said sarcastically: "however, Ma Dafu is in the late stage of colon cancer. Even if it is the cheapest medicine, his family members are not willing to bear it. Sometimes, we should respect the opinions of the patient's family members and let the patient live his last life safely."

With an unbearable expression on his face, Zhen Fei said angrily: "you mean to let the patient wait to die. How can the patient come down safely? Do we expect our patients to have the courage to face death and to talk and laugh? "

"What do you say?" Hu Tiankai, the attending doctor, said with a sneer, "if not, you can pay the medical expenses for the patients in advance. My annual salary is only more than 40000 yuan, and I have to face the problems of buying a house and coaxing my girlfriend. I really can't afford such a large sum of money to treat the patients."

Ignoring Hu Tiankai's words, Zhen Fei said to Fang Kangyong, director of the emergency department, "director Fang, I think acupuncture can give it a try."

"Acupuncture?" Fang Kangyong looked at Zhen Fei like an idiot and said, "I've never heard that acupuncture can cure cancer. Zhen Fei, can you confirm that your brain is still awake?"

"Of course, I've never been so awake." Zhen Fei said very simply.

The witty head nurse Wen Xiaoge couldn't help saying, "Zhen Fei, how can you convince people?"

"The result is the most convincing." Zhen Fei's most attractive eyes are shining. At this moment, his cheek muscles are tense, and he looks as strong as the lines carved out of stone.

Hu Tiankai, the attending doctor, clapped his hands and said, "it's good. At least let the patients' families see that our doctors are not completely cold-blooded and have been trying to rescue their relatives."

Hu Tiankai's meaning is clear to all, that is, he agreed to ask Zhen Fei to give Ma Dafu acupuncture, delay for a while, and let the patients' families try to raise money. Because the cost of acupuncture is low, Ma Dafu, a poor patient, can't be investigated for not being treated by the hospital.

Wen Xiaoge immediately responded and said, "Dr. Hu, you are baking Zhen Fei on the fire. If the patient's family members know the truth, they still don't tear Zhen Fei to pieces?"

Hu Tian Kai shrugged his shoulders, grinned and said: "there is no better way. No money is a taboo to seek medical treatment. Hospitals are not charities. They can give patients free treatment."

After thinking about it, Fang Kangyong, director of the emergency department, concluded: "well, let Zhen Fei have a try. Head nurse Wen, you can apply for the green treatment channel of the hospital to see if you can give Ma Dafu some treatment fee relief."

Wen Xiaoge said helplessly: "director Fang, this is the second time you have applied for green channel in a week. The president will scold you."

"Just scold." Fang Kangyong said helplessly: "who makes our department special? Every patient sent here is an emergency, and there is no energy to investigate the property of the patient. If we investigate these clearly, after the rescue cost is paid enough, the patient will be dead. "

This is the daily reality of the emergency department. Saving people is very important, and money is also very important. When we take care of both, we may lose both.

After getting Fang Kangyong's approval, Zhen Fei comes to Ma Dafu's side. Ma Dafu is lying on the bed alone. He doesn't even have a companion.

Zhen Fei asked in surprise, "where are your family members?"

Cancer is a very painful disease, Ma Dafu endured the pain, distorted face, gnashing his teeth, said: "to raise money, but there is no hope, my relatives have borrowed all over, before and after spending more than 300000, the disease is still not cured, doctor, please give me a knife, let me die."

"Oh, in that case, I'll be a murderer." Zhen Fei's mood is very relaxed to say, unexpectedly played a joke with Ma Dafu.

A patient nearby said: "since it's a terminal disease, it's still so painful. It's also suffering to live. Alas! Life is not like death, life is not like death... "

His words made several patients nodded in favor: "yes, even if life is not like death, I hope that the country will pass the legislation of" euthanasia "as soon as possible, so that I can get rid of it as soon as possible."

Zhen Fei doesn't want to hear these words of no ambition. He is a doctor. Since he has chosen this job, he will let the patients relieve their pain instead of killing them. Even if he can't save all the patients because of his poor medical skills, it will make his heart very uncomfortable.

Zhen Fei said to Ma Dafu, "Uncle Ma, come with me."

"What for?" Ma Dafu's hands pressed hard on his stomach, hoping to take out the intestines inside, so that the severe pain away from the body, or die as soon as possible.

"Treat you." Zhen Fei turned and left.

After hesitating for a moment, Ma Dafu managed to get up and follow him.

The first rescue room was in a mess. A patient who had just been sent in for a car accident was crying with pain. Doctor Hu Tiankai frowned and said, "bear it. After the anesthetic comes up, it won't hurt."

"Grass Mud Horse, this is not your leg, of course you don't hurt." The injured patient couldn't help yelling.

Shaking his head, Zhen Fei sighed and was scolded by the patients. Is this the job of a doctor? Eye glance, quickly get out of the way, holding the infusion tube head nurse wenxiaoge came in a hurry, almost hit Zhenfei's body.

Zhen Fei greets Ma Dafu to lie on the hospital bed inside and pull up the curtain. People outside can't see it. Zhen Fei takes a shiny metal box out of his pocket and slowly disinfects it with alcohol.

"Are you going to give me acupuncture?" Ma Dafu is always watching Zhen Fei's every move.

"Well, don't you want to try a new therapy?" Zhen Fei blinked, his fingers stretched out, like butterflies dancing, and he disinfected the filiform needle nimbly.

"Cut, don't try to cheat me. I know what you think. I don't want to fool me when I have no money." Ma Dafu spent most of the year in the hospital, and he guessed the truth.

"In other people's eyes, it may be so, but my acupuncture technique is unparalleled in the world. Most people can't think of the miracle of curative effect."

"I don't expect acupuncture to cure my illness. You'd better stab me to death. My family can get a medical accident compensation. Come on." Ma Dafu wanted to be open-minded, but he was willing to go out anyway.

Zhen Fei smiles and says, "take off your clothes. Your diseased area is on your stomach. I need to see the skin to find the right acupoint."

"Little doctor, do you remember 720 acupoints?"

"You are wrong, not 720 acupoints, but 1191 acupoints, and 36 acupoints are hidden, don't you know?" As he spoke, Zhen Fei put a filiform needle into more than ten acupoints of Ma Dafu, such as Tianshu, Fujie and Zhihai.

After the filiform needle went down, Ma Dafu took a long breath of relief, stretched his eyebrows and said, "little doctor, your acupuncture is not bad, your stomach is not very painful. Can you leave the filiform needle in my stomach like this?"

"No, what else do you feel?" Zhen Fei gently twists the filiform needle. According to the method mentioned in the book "Yin Yang needle", he lifts and pulls the filiform needle. The action is like lightning, and his fingers are flying like a gentle lady's embroidery. Then he gently inputs the magic power in Dantian Zhihai along the filiform needle.

This is what makes him different from ordinary people. Since practicing Yin Yang Jue, he has accumulated a lot of mana in Dantian Shihai. Mana has a wide range of uses. It can not only cure people, but also change his constitution, making his body stronger.

Ma Dafu in the hospital bed hasn't felt so comfortable for a long time. Since he got colorectal cancer, he seems to have been taken into hell all at once. Every day, he rolls with pain, tearing the sheets and banging his head against the wall, which can't reduce the pain.

Knowing that Zhen Fei's acupuncture has no effect on cancer, but it can relieve the pain in the stomach. Ma Dafu said happily: "little doctor, your method is really good. You don't have a pain in the stomach. Well, there's a feeling that you want to fart. If I can't help farting, don't blame me for not respecting you enough."

"You're a patient. What's a fart? Fart is the gas in your stomach, which means that your digestive system is unobstructed. If you can't even fart, it means that your intestines are blocked. "

"I don't understand the medical knowledge. I know it's impolite to fart." Ma Dafu chatted with him. Acupuncture alleviated the pain, and his mouth was idle.

"That's a misunderstanding of farting, and the smell of farting is not very good, which makes people taboo to mention. However, in the view of doctors, this is normal. If anyone farts very well, it must be the patient." Zhen Fei likes to talk at ordinary times. Chatting can relax his mind. The more nervous he is, the more he wants to talk.

After acupuncture for half an hour, Zhen Fei pulled out the filiform needle. Ma Dafu said in a hurry: "you don't want to pull out the needle, you'd better insert it."

"In that case, it's really dangerous. The filiform needle can pierce your intestines, and then you really can't fart."

"When I pulled out the filiform needle, my stomach began to ache again." Ma Dafu said with a frown.

"Uncle Ma, that's the psychological effect. How can it hurt so quickly when I just pulled out the filiform needle? Don't worry, the effect of acupuncture can keep you for an hour without pain. "

"Oh, little doctor, your acupuncture is so magical. You can give me another acupuncture in an hour." Ma Dafu said with great expectation.

"Well, when you feel pain, come to me at any time." Zhen Fei doesn't think so. Shi ran goes out.

The accident patient outside the bed has been sent to the operating room. She is a woman who committed suicide by diving. Her long black hair is very messy and droops down from the bed. The patient has an oxygen mask in her mouth. Director Fang Kangyong is doing CPR for her.

Zhen Fei stares at director Fang rescuing the patient. The little nurse next to him shakes her head helplessly and says, "three minutes have passed. Director Fang has no value in rescuing. People are bent on dying, but we have to work hard."