The young doctor saw Qiu Fugui's embarrassment, but he didn't look down upon him. In this world, hospital doctors are one of the professions most likely to encounter people in distress.
As the saying goes, if the hospital door is open, don't come in if you don't have money.
But in fact, when the hospital is open, how many rich people are there?
There is no distinction between the poor and the rich when it comes to getting sick, and the poor are even more likely to get sick than the rich.
"If you don't have one thousand, just pay five hundred first."
The young doctor was also businesslike, without any emotions, and said to Qiu Fugui in a matter-of-fact manner: "In the patient's situation, various examinations and medical expenses are definitely relatively expensive. The five hundred yuan prepaid may not last long, and the follow-up expenses still have to be paid."
Up."
"Thank you, thank you, I know, I know."
Even though the young doctor was just doing business, the advance payment changed from one thousand to five hundred, and Qiu Fugui still thanked him profusely.
Fang Le stood on the side without interfering or saying much.
It was Qiu Fugui's choice to come to Tangdu Hospital. After arriving at the hospital, all that was left was the matter of the doctors at the hospital. Not to mention that Fang Le was just an intern. Even if he wasn't, he was just a doctor at Xijing Hospital. Tangdu's side
Fang Le didn't have any acquaintances, so he really couldn't help.
However, now that he had encountered it, Fang Le did not completely stand by and wait for Qiu Fugui to complete the formalities. When Fang Le was about to leave, he took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Qiu Fugui's hand.
Do what you can do, do what you should do, this is Fang Le's consistent style.
"Boss Fang...what are you doing?"
Qiu Fugui was determined not to: "I'm very grateful that you can take us to the hospital. I didn't give you travel expenses, so how can I ask for your money?"
"You call me boss. As a boss, this little money is nothing."
Fang Le smiled and put the money into Qiu Fugui's hands: "Just think of it as me doing something good."
"Whose car is outside..."
While Fang Lezheng and Qiu Fugui were talking, a security guard came in to inquire.
"My, let's go now."
With that said, Fang Le asked the nurse who had not left yet for paper and pen, and wrote down his phone number.
"I also know some other doctors. If you encounter any difficulties here, remember to call me and don't give up. It's what you just said in the car. There are still children at home. A child with a mother is like a treasure. A child without a mother is like a treasure.
Children are like grass, for the sake of children..."
Fang Le still trusts the quality of Tangdu Hospital, and Fang Le doesn't know much about the patient's specific condition. The doctor has been there all the time. At this time, Qiu Fugui's wife has not returned from her examination, so Fang Le doesn't wait any longer.
But just in case, Fang Le still left his phone number for Qiu Fugui. If there were any difficulties here, Fang Le wouldn't mind helping him if he called.
There are many poor people in this world, and Fang Le cannot take care of them, but since they have encountered them, they still have to have sympathy. People cannot regard themselves as saviors, nor can they be too indifferent. At the very least, there must be light under their noses.
"Boss Fang, you are such a good person, thank you, thank you."
Qiu Fugui burst into tears.
"Take good care of my sister-in-law."
Fang Le patted the back of Qiu Fugui's hand, then turned and walked out the door.
The security guard was still at the door. When he saw Fang Le coming out, he said sheepishly: "The hospital does not allow random parking. If you have something to do, find a parking space..."
Quite polite.
"I was anxious just now, sorry."
Fang Le was not a messy person and even apologized to the security guard.
...
Not long after Fang Le left, Wang Xialin, deputy director of the emergency department of Tangdu Hospital, rushed to the department, along with Duan Liyun, the attending physician on duty at night.
"Director Wang."
When Wang Xialin arrived, some of the patient's test results had come out, and Duan Liyun hurriedly explained the situation to Wang Xialin.
"The patient suffered a miscarriage in the summer and lost her seven-month-old child. She then suffered from chronic dysentery for more than four months. X-ray revealed infiltrative tuberculosis in the right lung, and she also suffered from anemic shock many times...
The high fever won’t go away.”
Wang Xialin took the X-ray taken by the patient and frowned while looking at it: "Hasn't it been treated before?"
"I have been in Gaotang County Hospital for treatment and hospitalization for one month. I was persuaded to go back this morning by the hospital," Duan Liyun said.
"Tsk, I only sent it here after it has reached this level."
Wang Xialin was a little confused: "Inform the respiratory department, gastroenterology department and other related departments to come together for consultation."
As the deputy director of the emergency department of Tangdu Hospital, Wang Xialin has encountered many similar situations, but this time the patient's situation still made Wang Xialin feel troubled.
At this time, transportation is inconvenient, and people generally have low incomes, especially in the counties under its jurisdiction. Most people suffer from illness first. If they can't bear it, they ask about taking medicine. If they really can't see a doctor, then the county hospital will
Most of the patients who can be sent to provincial hospitals are serious and critical illnesses.
This is the current social situation of this era.
In later generations, with the improvement of people's living conditions, relatively speaking, there will be much fewer cases like this. Many people even have the habit of annual check-ups. Even if they are not, some communities and villages will also provide annual check-ups for special groups such as the elderly and pregnant women.
Perform inspection functions.
...
Fang Le drove directly to the community where he lived. At this time, the community did not have a special underground parking garage. Vehicles could enter and exit freely, so Fang Le parked the car in an open space below his unit building.
After entering the door, Fang Le was boiling water when the phone rang. Zhang Xiyue called.
"Got home?"
Zhang Xiyue asked Fang Le happily.
"You must be home. You are calling a landline, not a mobile phone. Can I still answer it outside?" Fang Le said with a smile.
Last night at home, Zhang Xiyue also called, not to Fang Le, but to Liu Yufen. Only after returning home did Fang Le know that Zhang Xiyue had not only called him, but also called home several times in the past month or so.
.
In comparison, Zhang Xiyue, the daughter-in-law, was more interested in Liu Yufen than Fang Le, the son.
But it’s not Fang Le’s fault. After all, he has no memory and his feelings are not that deep.
And what should I say, most of the children in Fang Le's era didn't have the habit of calling home frequently.
It's really not a long time to go out for more than a month.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that."
Zhang Xiyue was a little embarrassed.
"We are all big bosses, but we still don't have common sense." Fang Le said with a smile.
"Everyone knows that I, Zhang, are always fake, but you are the real one." Zhang Xiyue said with a smile.
"Only Xiaobai and Li Wanjiang know it, and everyone else knows it."
Fang Le found a comfortable position and lay on the sofa: "I will still count on Mr. Zhang to take care of me in the future."
"Again!"
On the other side of the phone, Zhang Xiyue smiled happily.
"It seems that Mr. Zhang is not willing to support me." Fang Le's tone was slightly aggrieved.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Zhang Xiyue said angrily.
"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense." Fang Le laughed along with him.
"Fang Le!"
Zhang Xiyue's voice suddenly became more serious.
"What's wrong?" Fang Le asked with a smile.
"After my birthday this year, let's go get the certificate, right?" Zhang Xiyue said.
In the 1980s and 1990s, many places said that the age was false. According to the current saying in some places, Fang Le is now a false 23, a mang 24, a Huang 25, and a Mao 26.
Zhang Xiyue will have her 20th birthday in June this year. After her birthday, she will reach the legal age for marriage.
"good."
Fang Le smiled and said: "We will organize a replacement wedding then."
"ah!"
Zhang Xiyue blushed a little bit again: "I just mentioned getting the certificate and the wedding has been held."
"It can be done once it's done. I'll treat it as having another wife." Fang Le laughed.
"I won't talk to you anymore."
Zhang Xiyue couldn't stand Fang Le, so she hung up the phone.
...
In the morning, Fang Le came to the department, and many people greeted Fang Le politely.
"Good morning, Dr. Fang!"
"Good morning, Dr. Fang!"
Ever since Fang Le started performing surgical operations, the atmosphere in the entire emergency department has changed. Whether they were arrogant or jealous before, they all restrained their little thoughts. Even some of the attending doctors were polite when meeting Fang Le.
Politely.
Many people in the emergency department of traditional Chinese medicine don't understand. The previous PDT was just a minor surgery, but surgical surgery on the hand is definitely a major surgery. Fang Le has performed thirty surgeries in the past few days. The patient's prognosis is very good and he has been in the department for a long time.
Spread around.
With this skill, even if Fang Le knows nothing else, anyone with a discerning eye will know that Fang Le cannot be ordinary in the hospital. Even if he cannot learn surgery from Fang Le, there is no need to offend him.
"Doctor Fang!"
He Yaoping came forward with a smile on his face.
"I just saw Dr. Fang coming from a distance and you have already made tea."
He Yaoping was talking while still holding Fang Le's teacup in his hand.
"Thank you Dr. He."
"Dr. Fang, you are too kind."
He Yaoping said with a smile: "Many people now know that our emergency department has dabbled in surgical operations. Director Han has applied. Our emergency department will soon have its own rehabilitation room, and there will be more beds."
If there is an increase, the establishment will also increase.”
"Yeah?"
Fang Le smiled and said: "That's really great."
"Yes, I really didn't expect our emergency department to have an independent rehabilitation room."
He Yaoping flattered him and said in a low voice: "You don't know, Director Dong doesn't seem to be feeling well these days."
Not far away, Chen Jidong watched this scene with red eyes.
Chen Jidong was a little confused. Fang Le didn't give He Yaoping a chance. It had been several days, and He Yaoping hadn't touched a hair next to Fang Le, and this guy was still trying to please Fang Le.
"Xiao Fang is here?"
He Yaoping was flattering Fang Le, and Han Shengxue also arrived. Seeing Fang Le, Han Shengxue's little eyes couldn't help but narrow into slits.
"Good morning, Director Han."
Fang Le smiled and said hello.
"Good morning."
Han Shengxue nodded with a smile and asked, "Have a good rest. If not, how about two more days of rest?"
"No, I've almost rested. If I hadn't taken care of Huang Xiaolong and the others, I wouldn't have had to rest. The rehabilitation room is full. I can do other things, and I don't just know how to do surgery."
Fang Le said with a smile.
Huang Xiaolong and Li Xiwen, who had just entered the hospital, were both a little embarrassed. The chief surgeon took care of them, so they felt ashamed hearing these words.
"As long as you can!"
Han Shengxue, on the other hand, heard other meanings, and he was not just a dexterity expert.
When these words came out of the mouth of an intern, no matter how you heard them, you felt like you wanted to punch them.