The next day, when Su Qiming had already arrived at the hospital to check the room, no one had replied to the good morning message sent before going out, and it was estimated that he was sleeping lazily again.

Standing in the office printing out the documents I wrote when I went home last night, I was still thinking about the patient, and I was a little distracted.

Compared with public hospitals, private hospitals have to face countless patients every day, receiving all major and minor diseases, and even many people just have to hang up an expert number just because of the cold.

The fees here are relatively high, and naturally they are not the kind of patients who are easy to see and make people feel bad, and the high cost of diagnosis and treatment has long turned ordinary people away, and those patients with poor family conditions enter here in no more than two situations.

Either they suddenly have to be treated nearby, and these people are usually transferred to public hospitals for follow-up treatment after surviving the most troublesome initial period, or they are so sick that they have to rely on the most advanced equipment and doctors here to hang themselves.

The family has taken up both points, and at yesterday's meeting, Su Qiming was the one who opposed the transfer of the patient.

Although he has not yet been admitted to the ICU, the conditions and efficiency of the wards here are far from comparable to those of public hospitals where beds are added in the aisles.

What can be barely handled in the ordinary ward here definitely needs to be admitted to special care when it comes to the public office, and even has to be transferred to the ICU, so the cost may increase instead of decreasing, and there may not be any better curative effect.

Just as he was thinking, Yu Qichen pushed open the office door and interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Su, Corey has decided to make the worker critically ill, and it is up to the family to decide whether to transfer to the hospital or not, and you need to sign the critical illness notice. As he spoke, he handed over the papers in his hand.

A small critical illness notice, and I don't know how much turmoil it will bring to this family, Su Qiming sighed and quickly signed his name on the table.

"You can take it to the director's seal first. "They still only have children at home, and they will come and ask me to go with you later, and make sure to inform the adults." ”

"Okay. After answering, Yu Qichen turned around and went out.

Su Qiming shook his head, carefully sandwiched the printed documents into several different folders according to the classification, and then sat back down to work, picked up the tea that had cooled down and took a sip.

The tea leaves have been soaked in the water for too long, and the fragrance has been completely overshadowed by the bitterness, which makes people frown slightly.

got up and poured out the tea in his hand, and before he could make a new cup, Yu Qichen came back with the critical illness notice that had been stamped with the official seal.

The bright red seal on the white paper makes people feel dizzy, and all the helpless blood and tears are exchanged for this imprint that exudes the smell of ink, like a mockery of life.

The patient in the ward was still lying unconscious on the bed, barely discernible from a few days ago.

If it weren't for the increasing oxygen intake that could maintain the blood oxygen concentration, Su Qiming couldn't even react for a moment to what he had done for this patient.

Most of the poor people were precocious, and when they saw that the two doctors were serious, they did not have the panic that a child should have, but they bowed their heads deeply and stood quietly beside their father's bedside.

The child's body stood straight, more nervous than when he reprimanded the teacher in the school, and the brilliance in the black pupils had long since disappeared, and only deep chagrin and remorse remained.

Su Qiming squatted down and patted the child's shoulder: "Can you notify your mother? Or grandparents can too." ”

"Doctor, just tell me, my family is not free for the time being, don't look at me small, I know everything, is it that I am going to die?"

The wording was a little flustered, and there was no higher education to teach him how to express his feelings tactfully, so the word "death" poked into Su Qiming's heart without any cover.

Even Yu Qichen put away his usual hanging, turned his head and couldn't bear to look at the child's eyes.

"Your father's condition is not very good, but it is not yet hopeless, so it is necessary for the adults in your family to come and sit down with the doctor to discuss. ”

Su Qiming stated as tactfully as possible, and he couldn't hand over the critical illness notice in his hand, so he had to turn around and hide it in his white coat pocket.

This child is too young, just about to enter elementary school, and he can't afford to bear the consequences of this critical illness notice, which is too cruel for him.

The child was a little at a loss, and quickly took out the mobile phone hidden under his father's pillow from the hospital bed, dialed his mother's phone, and held it up in a daze.

Yu Qichen took the mobile phone first, turned around and walked out of the ward very interestingly, leaving a little space for the child to relax, so that he did not need to face this kind of life-and-death decision in the first place.

"Don't worry, now that medical technology is so advanced, many patients who are more serious than your father have been safely discharged from the hospital in the end, don't be afraid of these things. ”

Su Qiming stroked the child's head, and said, "Look at the old grandfather who lived in the bed next to you before, isn't he all going home now, your father will definitely get better." ”

The boy nodded, as if regaining some strength from the doctor's words, and glanced at the unused bed next door with a slightly regained look.

There used to be a very kind old man living in that position, and he was ready to be discharged from the hospital when they moved in, and he remembered that the sugar that the old man gave him was very sweet, and the snacks were delicious enough, all of which he had never tasted.

He still remembered that the old man said that he had walked in front of Lord Yama, and he smiled and pointed out to him the scar on his stomach that had not yet fully healed.

Su Qiming did not interrupt the child's memories, but stood at the door of the ward and exchanged a few words with Yu Qichen, who had already explained to the patient's family, and returned the mobile phone to the child in the ward.

The patient's wife came quickly, and when she walked into the doctor's office, she was still a little out of breath: "Doctor, what's wrong with my family, I say I'm critically ill?"

Su Qiming put away the medical record folder in his hand, pointed to the chair on the side, and made a cup of tea for the other party before taking out the critical illness notice in the pocket of his white coat.

He said: "The patient's current condition is not very stable, if there is no follow-up surgical treatment, it is very likely that he will not survive the dangerous period, the difficulty of the operation itself is not great, the difficulty is to carry out long-term surgical treatment, the longer it drags on, the worse the patient's physical condition, the higher the probability of failure." ”

"But doctor, our family has no money, and all the relatives who can borrow it have borrowed it, and the company that has suffered a thousand knives is still unwilling to pay us the money. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe his tears, but it was completely useless.

"I told him a long time ago that those who climb high and low should pay attention to safety and pay attention to safety, this is good, and my life is going to be put in. If he kicked his legs down, it would be easy, what should I do in the future like this, what kind of sin did I create in my last life. ”

Crying, the weather-beaten face was covered with tears, and even wailed and bent down.

Su Qiming sighed, and didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to guard the other party without saying a word to vent his emotions, and let the crying echo in the small office.