After work, Chang Yue was bored.
She was not interested in the surgery. She was only interested in writing medical records and chatting with the patient's family.
The wife of the patient with rectal foreign body was called Li Xiaomei. She seemed to be in a difficult situation. Chang Yue thought about it, changed her clothes, and went to visit her.
She was not in a hurry, so she slowly walked to the entrance of the ICU.
In the fire escape passageway and corridor, the patients' family members were chatting in groups of two or three.
Under normal circumstances, family members only needed to leave their phone number, and it would be fine as long as they could call within half an hour.
However, most of the patients in the ICU of the 912 were from other places. Staying in the ICU cost a lot of money every day, and their finances were already stretched thin. Most of the family members who stayed behind only waited in the corridor and did not go to the nearby hotels.
Comfort was no longer the most important thing compared to expenses.
The family members waiting in the corridor for news of their loved ones could rent a camp bed, which was considered a luxury. Most of them could only find a place to lie down with their clothes on.
The patient's family jokingly said that he was living in a refugee camp. In the early years, there were people who cooked instant noodles in the corridor with alcohol stoves. But in recent years, for the sake of fire prevention, this kind of behavior has been firmly stopped.
Even if he brought bedding, there was no place to put it during the day.
It was already the beginning of spring, so it was still alright. If it was winter and the north wind blew in through the cracks in the doors and windows, that would be a real pain.
If it was a seriously ill patient who had to stay for 30 to 50 days, the patient's family members would have to suffer outside first.
Chang Yue naturally knew the hardships involved.
She did not look in the corridor but went straight to the fire escape. Now that smoking was banned, the fire escape was still fine. In the early years, it was smoky inside.
Opening the door, Chang Yue saw Li Xiaomei at a glance. Today, her luck was pretty good. She managed to grab a corner of the room. She had already laid out a few pieces of clothing and was lying on it.
The clothes were not used to keep out the cold, but to "occupy the seat".
Chang Yue had no doubt that Li Xiaomei, a quiet girl, would pounce on her and beat her up if someone tried to steal her seat while she was in the bathroom.
After accompanying patients for a long time, under the pressure of life and death, people became abnormal.
"Xiaomei!" Chang Yue waved her hand and said happily.
Li Xiaomei was scrolling through her phone. When she heard Chang Yue calling her, she turned around and looked at her.
"Sister Yue!" Li Xiaomei was pleasantly surprised. "Why are you here?"
"After work, nothing much, so I came to see you. How is he? "Chang Yue asked.
"My body temperature has dropped to 38 ° C. It's recovering bit by bit. Today, the doctor told me that the ventilator has been removed, and the cost is much lower. "Li Xiaomei was a little happy, but also a little worried.
"Do you have enough money?" Chang Yue probed.
"I told my family to borrow it first, as long as the interest is not too high. We can slowly pay him back in the future. We can't just leave him here. "
Chang Yue felt a little uncomfortable, but she had talked to Li Xiaomei about borrowing money. She had some savings, but not much. They could only save up some money if they came to the 912. Sea City General Hospital had two to three thousand yuan a month, but it was not enough for them to eat and drink.
Otherwise, why would he drink so much when he was drinking with Su Yun? At that time, she hadn't drunk for a long time, and Chang Yue was simply craving alcohol. She accidentally drank too much for Su Yun. She did not do it on purpose.
Life was not easy. Coupled with Chang Yue's powerful IMAX communication skills, Li Xiaomei had long opened up to her.
Since it had already happened, it was useless to say anything else. Life had to go on.
Chang Yue was like a drop of water. In the doctor's office, she was inconspicuous. In this kind of "refugee camp", she was still inconspicuous. She looked no different from Li Xiaomei next to her.
With someone talking, Li Xiaomei felt much better.
Otherwise, she would have gone crazy if she was forced by money every day and had to live in such a place.
As they were chatting, the door of the fire escape opened. A woman with curly hair stuck her head out and looked around.
In the fire escape, there were already several people occupying various positions.
Some were sleeping, their snoring reverberating and deafening; some were watching movies on their phones, laughing foolishly; some were picking their feet while eating takeout.
As described, it was not an exaggeration to say that this place was a refugee camp.
The curly hair frowned and wanted to retreat. However, when she glanced around and saw that the female escorts were only Chang Yue and Li Xiaomei, she carefully walked over.
Chang Yue sat on Li Xiaomei's clothes and curled up in the darkness in the corner. She carefully looked at the person who was walking over.
Unlike the family of a patient, her expression was not worried, anxious, or even cold after a long time.
She did not belong here. She seemed to be looking for someone.
"Sister, your place is not bad," the curly hair walked over and said with a smile.
She looked like she did not fit in here. She was an outsider. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, she could not hide it.
This was different from Chang Yue. In the doctor's office, Chang Yue was the most inconspicuous character. No one would pay attention to her.
It was the same here. She was like a child who grew up in this kind of "refugee camp". The curly hair did not even look at Chang Yue and did not notice.
"It's okay. I snatched it here early in the morning," Li Xiaomei said with a dry smile.
No matter how down and out she was, she still had to maintain the most basic courtesy.
"This place is really bad. My leader is sick, but my family doesn't come to accompany him. They insist on me coming over," the curly hair complained. "This kind of family will break up sooner or later."
As she spoke, she gradually got into character. The resentment towards Chief Mao that she had been suppressing in her heart and did not dare to tell others burst out.
Li Xiaomei finally relaxed. It turned out that it was not an inspection by the hospital. She heard that if the people from the hospital came for inspection, everyone would have to move away.
It was easy to leave. However, it would be difficult to occupy this treasured land again.
"What's wrong with your leader?" Li Xiaomei asked.
"Director Wei of the gastrointestinal surgery department performed the surgery. It's said that there's a tumor on his intestines and it has spread," the curly hair said. "He's only in his forties. His husband doesn't come to accompany him. I don't know which little vixen he's fooling around with."
"How pitiful," Li Xiaomei said as she blinked.
"What's the use of being pitiful? In the future, his son will have to call a girl who is seven or eight years older than him mother. He will still be bullied by his stepmother. That will be pitiful. Maybe the girl who calls him mother is younger than her son. "
Liu Xiaomei nodded.
The curly hair was also very satisfied with her "performance".
It went so smoothly. The rest would depend on her luck and whether the girl in front of her was the person she was looking for.
However, she had already looked around. There should be no one else.
"Sister, who in your family is in the hospital?"
"My husband," Liu Xiaomei said and then said, "External injuries."
"Seriously, who performed the surgery?"
"Boss Zheng."
As soon as he said the words "Boss Zheng", the person who was snoring suddenly sat up and looked around blankly.
"Where is Boss Zheng?"
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