The waiting hall of Beijing University Sixth Hospital was always full of people.
The surgeries in the operating theater continued, and the number of family members outside the operating theater continued to increase. Here, most of the family members tended to be calm. Of course, most of their expressions were gloomy and gloomy, but not many of them were emotional.
For the patient, the timing of elective surgery meant that they chose a time to decide their fate. For the patient's family members, it also meant that they had more time to adjust their mood and accept the truth.
Of course, there were always people who could not accept the truth, especially the family members who suddenly discovered a serious illness and immediately went for surgery. They were the easiest to be emotional. Those who did not have a good family background were often more anxious. It was one thing to be sick, but the heavy debt was a heavy burden that broke the camel's back.
The middle-aged woman, Wang Xuemei, had been kneeling in front of the amethyst cave ever since she re-signed and sent her husband into the operating theater.
She did not have a high level of education, but the various notices of critical illness and the informed consent form still made her understand the situation. In the hospital, doctors and nurses were not always fierce, impatient, and impatient. Sometimes, they would also become kind and full of patience. When the patient had a serious illness, or more accurately, when the patient's illness was the best that the department could handle, he would receive high standard treatment.
In Beijing University Sixth Hospital, the level of gallbladder cancer was considered high enough. Moreover, there was Professor Feng Zhixiang who was a freelance surgeon. In this case, no junior doctor wanted to become a black hole in the process. During the whole process, they tried their best to do it, except for one thing: to ease the patient's mood.
The patient's mood could not always be eased. It was not because the doctor's skills were not good, but because the pain was too deep.
Wang Xuemei just cried. She kept crying, and she cried hard.
If she had a higher level of education, Wang Xuemei might cry out a poem. Her life was full of suffering, and it was the most suitable environment for the birth of a poet. However, her life was so bitter that she did not receive enough education to describe her bitter life.
"They said that it would be good if they reached Beijing. They said that it would be good if they reached Beijing … "Wang Xuemei kept repeating. She could not help but extend her finger into the amethyst cave and touch it. Then, she suddenly retracted it.
She wanted to strengthen the power of her prayer, but she was afraid that she would do something wrong.
A newcomer came over to persuade her. "The floor of the hospital is cold, don't freeze. You've already kneeled, get up and sit for a while."
After saying that twice, Wang Xuemei took off her coat and put it under her knees.
The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After a while, he brought her a waist cushion and said, "It's a little small, but make do with it. In my opinion, Harmony Temple is more efficacious. Why don't you go there and give it a try? That's a great temple with a lot of incense offerings. We used to have an old friend who had a lot of problems. He asked someone to go to the Lama Temple and burn some incense for him. After a while, he got better and his business became smooth. "
"The first incense stick of the Lama Temple? A hundred Dan Ba Zhu is more like it. " Someone at the back couldn't take it anymore and said sarcastically, "How many people want to burn the first incense stick? Is that a matter of money?"
The old man glanced at him. "Then you do it."
"What's there to persuade? If you want to kneel, then kneel. If kneeling is useful, why do you need a doctor? If kneeling is useful, then don't come to the hospital. "The man's tone was sarcastic. He had long disliked the middle-aged woman in front of him.
The fat grandson of the Du family stayed at the scene. He looked at his amethyst cave helplessly. If it wasn't for his father's strict order to take it back, he wouldn't have cared.
However, how could he take it back when she was kneeling? The fat grandson could only look at Wang Xuemei in anticipation, hoping that she would come to her senses.
Wang Xuemei ignored these people.
She didn't understand what they were saying, nor did she want to understand. From what these people said, most of them were deceived. She might as well do her own thing.
Wang Xuemei kowtowed three more times as a response to the doubts of others.
The crisp sound made the patient's family members feel helpless, but at least they understood her intentions.
"Sigh, such a cold place. When I get old, my legs will definitely freeze. My current leg was hurt when I was repairing the dam. "
"That's right. When I was in confinement, my mother-in-law said that I was too hot and only gave me three blankets. Other daughters-in-law wear cotton pants and blankets. "
"My husband didn't listen to me before. He went out in only a pair of unlined pants. I was so angry that I raised a mop and hit his leg."
"You're so fierce? What happened after that? Did your husband listen to you? Did he apologize? "
"I don't know. He's still in the operating theater."
* Creak. *
The double doors of the operating theater seemed to have some kind of magic. When it made a sound, everyone in the waiting room stopped talking.
"Is Li Gang's family member here?" the young doctor in charge shouted. Xu Wen stood beside him.
Xu Wen was the official doctor of Beijing University Sixth Hospital. The chief surgeon, Feng Zhixiang, and the first assistant, Ling Ran, were all freelance surgeons.
When Wang Xuemei heard Li Gang's name, she wanted to stand up with her hands on the ground, but she fell on her butt again.
"My legs are numb." Wang Xuemei mumbled to herself. She looked at the door and raised her hand. "I'm Li Gang's family member."
After she said that, Wang Xuemei walked over with a limp.
Xu Wen hurried over and said, "Don't worry. Your husband, Li Gang, has been sent to the ICU, which is the intensive care unit. His surgery was successful. Next, we'll see how he recovers …"
"Is … is intensive care a serious illness?" Wang Xuemei felt a chill down her spine.
"Your husband has been diagnosed with late-stage gallbladder cancer. It's a malignant tumor, but the doctor's surgery was very successful. It's been removed completely. If his recovery goes smoothly, his life will be saved." Xu Wen did not correct Wang Xuemei. Instead, he changed his perspective.
Wang Xuemei hesitated for a moment and asked, "Will it relapse?"
"We can't say for sure."
"How many days will he have to stay in the hospital? When can he go back to work? "Wang Xuemei's thoughts quickly turned to the problem of paying off the debt. She and her husband earned quite a lot. Both of them worked. Although they often changed jobs, on average, they could earn at least 120,000 to 30,000 RMB a year. They could save about 100,000 RMB. If they did not go back to the village to build a house, they would be considered to be well-off in the village.
Because of this, it was not difficult for Wang Xuemei to borrow money when Li Gang was sick this time. She also came to Beijing resolutely.
However, money should be used where it mattered most. After the surgery, it was best to spend as little as possible.
Xu Wen was very familiar with patients like Wang Xuemei.
Most of the patients in Beijing's hospitals came from other places. When it came to saving lives, they had to pay, but there would always be patients who could not afford it.
"Let your doctor in charge talk to you about the cost. If your family is really in trouble, our hospital also has a green channel, and we can help you reduce part of the cost according to our discretion." Xu Wen did not say much about chief surgeons or freelance surgeries.
The price of Professor Feng Zhixiang's freelance surgery was more than 100,000 RMB, and this did not include the cost of business class and assistants. Of course, the price of friendship was more practical. It was usually 30,000 or 40,000 RMB. Similarly, the cost of business class and assistants was not included, and the total cost was about 70,000 RMB.
In China, this was already the price for doctors in textbooks. From the perspective of the doctors in Beijing University Sixth Hospital, it was really cheap. There was no need to compare it with other countries. After the implementation of the multi-point practice in China, the price of practicing in private hospitals by high-ranking doctors would far exceed this price.
A chief physician from a large hospital in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou might only get around ten thousand RMB for freelance surgery. But when he entered a private hospital, he could easily double or even triple that amount. There were even some private hospitals that did not show up in the registration fees and consultation fees. Instead, they would use extra expenses such as hospital bed fees to pay for surgeries.
However, if he told Wang Xuemei about these things, she would definitely not accept it.
It would be too difficult for Wang Xuemei to pay 30,000 or 40,000 RMB without discussing it in advance. Moreover, there was still Ling Ran's freelance surgery fee.
Fortunately, Associate Hospital Director Wang was present today. With a wave of his pen, the money was paid from the public account. It was clean and neat, and it also prevented Professor Feng from causing trouble.
Xu Wen also suggested the green channel. It was a surgery performed by Professor Feng Zhixiang and Doctor Ling Ran together, and the medicine and care after the surgery should be used as much as possible. If the patient's family changed the treatment plan on their own because of the cost, they might offend two powerful people in one go. There was no need for that.
When Wang Xuemei heard that the fees could be waived, a smile appeared on her face. "My family is indeed in a difficult situation. There are old people and young people in the village. They don't have retirement pay, and they don't have medical insurance. My husband is sleeping on the bed now, and I have to take care of him. If it weren't for my relatives and friends helping me, my family would have run out of food."
Xu Wen smiled and did not continue on this topic. He changed the topic and said, "Don't worry about the fees. Now, we need to treat the patient first. If there are any problems, you can talk to Doctor Wang. "
Wang Xuemei nodded vigorously and tried to get close to the doctor in charge next to her. "Your surname is Wang, and mine is Wang. We were a family five hundred years ago."
"Yes … come with me. I'll talk to you about the situation." Doctor Wang, who was in charge, performed the surgery today. He was in a good mood, but he did not dare to talk in the waiting hall. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, someone would record it, and it would be troublesome.
Wang Xuemei nodded seriously and followed the doctor in charge closely. She was afraid that she would not be able to find him. But when they arrived in front of the amethyst cave, Wang Xuemei suddenly stopped in her tracks. She took out all the coins from her pocket and stuffed them into the amethyst cave.
Wang Xuemei bowed to the amethyst cave and quickly chased after Doctor Wang.
The crowd behind them looked at the amethyst cave and started to make a ruckus.
* Bang. *
A coin hit the amethyst cave's outer shell and bounced out.
* Bang, bang, bang … *
More coins flew out.
The patient's family members in the waiting hall subconsciously moved forward and threw coins.
Although the amethyst cave was small and the coins were thrown accurately, they still made the crystals in the cave clink.
The plump grandson who was in charge of collecting the amethyst cave watched this scene and could only maintain his smile. (ω??)
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