"Why, you still haven't given up? We have told you that the three hundred yuan is not enough for your sister's illness. You have to pay at least a thousand yuan deposit, otherwise no one will dare to treat your sister.
We are not unwilling to save lives, but what are the rules of the hospital? We must abide by them. [ ]" A middle-aged man in his thirties said with disdain, not thinking that it was a human life at all, "I have no money.
Just don't come to our hospital. Do you just come to our hospital casually? Security, security, drive these two people out quickly, so as not to disrupt the normal hospital order..."
"Bao..." The doctor was still shouting. Zhuang Mengdie threw the thousand yuan in front of him and said coldly: "There is exactly one thousand yuan here, treat her immediately! If something happens to her,
I will sue you for deliberately delaying the treatment so that the patient dies."
"You are..." Although the doctor is just a young doctor, few people in the hospital dare to speak to him in such a tone. He reflexively wanted to curse angrily, but when he raised his head and saw
Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's cold eyes, which seemed to have pierced his heart, the doctor felt a chill all over his body and was a little scared. He couldn't help but swallow back the words that had jumped to his throat.
With the money and some threats from Zhuang Mengdie, the registration procedures were quickly completed. Zhuang Mengdie took the young man and walked into an office. Sitting inside was an older man.
The man wearing glasses felt the girl's pulse, with a heavy look on his face. He auscultated her again, looked at her eyes, and said: "Her illness is a bit... well, I'll prescribe some medicine first and nurse her back."
I won't dare to make a conclusion until I recover and do a full-body examination. What do you think?"
"Doctor, is my sister's illness difficult to cure?"
The old doctor nodded. Seeing the boy's tattered clothes, he moved his lips and said, "Young man, your sister's disease... will cost a lot of money. If you don't have money..."
"Take care of her first, and I will pay the money on time." Zhuang Mengdie interrupted, her voice still cold. When the old doctor saw that it was a little girl, he couldn't help but remind her: "Her illness may cost a lot of money."
It's hundreds of thousands, can you afford it?"
"Yes, you just need to treat the disease." After Zhuang Mengdie finished speaking, he said to the boy: "You stay here with your sister, and I will send the money over in two days."
After saying that, Zhuang Mengdie turned around and left.
The young man looked at Zhuang Mengdie's figure, clenched his fists hard, lowered his head to look at his sister, and smiled...