Chapter 655： Deduction

In the waiting hall of Jinghua Sixth Hospital, there will always be full of people.

Surgery in the operating room is ongoing, 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 there are not many emotions.

For elective surgery, for the patient, a time is chosen to determine his fate, and for the patient's family, it is also an additional time to adjust the mood and accept the facts.

Of course, there are always people who ca n’t accept the facts, especially the family members who suddenly found a serious illness and had the first surgery. Their mood is the most likely to be excited, the family conditions are not good, and they are often more anxious-getting sick is one thing The burden of debt is the burden of the camel.

Middle-aged woman Wang Xuemei resigned and sent her husband to the operating room. She knelt in front of Zijing Cave and never got up.

Her education level is not high, but various notices of illness and informed consent still let her understand the situation. In the hospital, doctors and nurses are not always fierce, impatient, impatient. Sometimes they also become amiable and full of patience-when the patient is seriously ill, or more accurately, when a person's illness is the top symptom that the department can handle, he will get high Treatment of specifications.

In the sixth hospital, the level of gallbladder cancer is high enough, not to mention that Professor Feng Zhixian is flying a knife. In this case, no small doctor wants to be a black hole in the process. The whole process is as good as possible, except for one thing: soothing the patient's mood.

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

Wang Xuemei just cried, kept crying, kept crying.

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

"It's good when they talk about the capital. They're good when they talk about the capital ..." Wang Xuemei kept mumbling, fingers couldn't help but reach into the crystal hole to touch it, and then flinched back.

She wanted to deepen the power of prayer, and was afraid she did something wrong.

A new uncle came and advised: "The hospital floor is cold, don't freeze, kneel or kneel, get up and sit for a while."

Talking twice, Wang Xuemei took off her coat and put it under her knees.

The persuaded old man couldn't help crying or laughing. After a while, he brought her a waist pad and said, "Small is a bit small, let's use it alive. If I say, the Lama Temple is more sensible, you might as well try it in the past, then It is a serious temple, and the incense is also flourishing. We had an old friend who had a lot of problems before, and the trustee went to the Lama Temple to burn a note of incense, and then just fine, and business was smooth. "

"The head pillar incense of Yonghe Palace? One hundred and eight pillars is almost the same." One of them couldn't hear it, and stabbed: "How many people want to burn the head pillar incense, is that money?"

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

"What to persuade, love to kneel and kneel, kneeling is useful, what is the doctor to do? Kneeling is useful, don't come to the hospital." The man's tone was ironic, he had long seen the middle-aged woman in front of him unpleasant.

The Du family who stayed at the scene was a fat grandson. He looked at his own Zijing Cave helplessly. If it wasn't for his father's strict order, he would not want to take it back.

However, how do people collect on their knees? Fat Sun can only look forward to Wang Xuemei kneeling on the ground, hoping that the other person will wake up.

Wang Xuemei ignored these people.

She didn't understand these people and didn't want to understand. Most of these people were deceived, and she might as well do her own thing.

Wang Xuemei's "scratching" for another three heads was a response to other people's questions.

The crisp sound made the patient's family members helpless, but it was also understood her mind.

"Well, in such a cold place, it's too old to have a cold leg. My leg now hurts when I built the dam."

"Yeah. When I was confinement, my mother-in-law said that I was too hot. He only gave me three quilts. Other women's wives wear cotton pants to cover the quilts."

"My husband didn't listen to me before. I wore a pair of single pants and went out. I was so angry that I lifted the mop stick and shone it on my leg."

"My sister is so fierce? Later? Your husband listened to you? Did you apologize?"

"I don't know, this person is still in the operating room."

Crunch.

The double doors of the operating room seemed to have some magic power. When it made a noise, all the people in the waiting room stopped talking.

"Is Li Gang's family there?" Shouted the little doctor on the bed, standing beside Xu Wen.

Xu Wencai is the official doctor of the No. 6 Hospital of Beijing. Feng Zhixian and Ling Ran, who are the main knives, are all flying knives.

When Wang Xuemei heard the words Li Gang, she wanted to stand up with her hands on the ground, and then she got another buttock.

"My knees are numb." Wang Xuemei murmured to herself, her eyes already looked up, and she raised her hand: "I am the family member of Li Gang."

After that, Wang Xuemei walked on her legs.

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

"Severe ... Severe illness is serious?" Wang Xuemei became cold.

"Your husband was diagnosed with advanced gallbladder cancer and malignant tumors, but the doctor's operation went smoothly and was cut clean. Next, if the recovery is smooth, his life will be saved." Xu Wen did not correct Wang Xuemei's words, Instead, he said it from a different angle.

Wang Xuemei hesitated, and asked, "Are you relapsed?"

"This, we can't say."

"Then how many more days to stay in the hospital? How long can I go back to work?" Wang Xuemei's thinking quickly turned to the issue of debt repayment. She and her husband have a lot of income. Both of them work. Although they often change jobs, on average, they can earn 120,000 to 30,000 yuan a year, and can save about 100,000 yuan. If they don't go back to the village and build a house, They are considered to be in good condition in the village.

Because of this, Li Gang was sick this time, and Wang Xuemei borrowed money without difficulty, and resolutely came to Beijing.

However, money is spent on the blade. After the surgery is done, the rest can be spent less.

Xu Wen is familiar with patients like Wang Xuemei.

The hospitals in Beijing, in fact, most of the patients they face come from outside the country. They have to pay for things like saving lives, but there is always no money.

"The question of cost, let your doctor in bed talk with you, if the family is really difficult, our hospital also has a green channel, can help you to reduce some of it as appropriate." Xu Wen did not say more about the surgeon doctor or flying knife Thing.

The price of Professor Feng Zhixian's flying knife is more than 100,000 yuan externally, excluding the cost of roundtrip business class and assistants. Of course, the friendship price is more realistic, usually 30,000 or 40,000 yuan, which does not include business class and assistant expenses. The total cost is almost 70,000 yuan.

In China, this is already the price of doctors in textbooks. From the perspective of doctors in the Sixth Hospital, it is really cheap to die. There is no need to make an analogy with foreign countries, that is, after the implementation of domestic multi-point practice, the asking price of high-end doctors practicing in private hospitals will far exceed this.

The chief physician of Beishangguang Hospital may have a flying knife of more than 10,000 yuan. When entering a private hospital, it can be doubled or even tripled. What's more, it is not reflected in the registration fee and medical treatment fee. Instead, the extra costs, such as bed charges, are used to prescribe the doctor's surgery.

However, if these things were told to Wang Xuemei, they would certainly not be recognized.

Without talking about it in advance, it would be too difficult to ask Wang Xuemei to get 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, let alone Ling Ran's flying knife cost.

Fortunately, Vice President Wang was present today. With a large swipe, the money was taken out of the public account, which was neat and clean, so as not to cause trouble to Professor Feng.

Xu Wen pointed out that the green channel is also a reason. For the surgery performed by Professor Feng Zhixian and Dr. Ling Ran, the drugs and care used after surgery should still go as far as possible. If the family members of the patient are allowed to change the treatment plan without authorization because of the cost ~ www.novelhall.com ~ maybe offend the two cattle in one breath, then why not?

Wang Xuemei heard that it could reduce the free use, and a smile appeared on her face: "My family is really difficult, there are old and young, rural old people, no retirement wages, no medical insurance, my husband is now in bed, and I am You have to wait. It ’s not relatives and friends who help you, the family is out of food. "

Xu Wen smiled, and did not continue on this topic, and instead said: "In terms of costs, you don't have to rush first. Now it's time to treat people well. If you have any questions, talk to Dr. Wang."

Wang Xuemei nodded energetically, and pulled a relationship with the doctor on the bed next to him: "You are also Wang, and I am also Wang. We were one family five hundred years ago."

"Yes ... you go with me, I'll tell you about the situation." Dr. Wang, who was in bed, performed the operation today, and was in a good mood, but he was afraid to talk in the waiting room. , That's troublesome.

Wang Xuemei nodded earnestly, followed the steps of the bed-doctor closely, for fear that no one would be found for a while. It was only when the Amethyst Cave approached that Wang Xuemei suddenly stopped and pulled out all the steel goblet from his pocket, and stuffed his brain into the Amethyst Cave.

Wang Xuemei gave a palace to Amethyst Cave, and quickly chased Dr. Wang, who was in charge of the bed, and left.

The crowd behind them looked at the Amethyst Cave and clamored.

boom.

A coin smashed into the shell of Amethyst Hole and bounced out.

Bang bang ...

More coins flew out.

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

Although the amethyst hole is small, although the coins are not allowed to be thrown, the crystal in the hole still slams.

The fat sun responsible for recycling Amethyst Cave looked at this scene and could only keep smiling: (? Ω?)

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