"Thirty-nine beds, it's time to pay! If you don't pay the fee, you won't be able to get treatment. ”

In a ward of the cardiology department of the People's Hospital of L county-level city, a middle-aged and elderly man in a white coat stood on the edge of the 39-bed bed with a stethoscope in his hand, with a professional smile on his face, checked the male patient on the bed, sighed slightly, and seemed to be a little unbearable.

The male patient on the hospital bed didn't seem to understand the other party's words, and couldn't help but turn his head to the young man on the side, and said in the local dialect: "Yan Shubo, what did he say?"

The young man known as "Yan Shubo" looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, dressed in ordinary thin casual clothes, with pimples on his face, a layer of sticky grease on his forehead, and a faint black dizziness around his eyes, as if he had just stayed up late.

Yan Shubo didn't care about his tiredness when he heard this, he stood up with a twelve-point spirit, looked at the man in the white coat expectantly, and said earnestly: "Director Li, can you delay the treatment fee, I will pay the salary in a few days, and I will make up for it as soon as the salary is paid, okay?"

The man in the white coat, known as "Director Li", flashed an imperceptible discoloration in his eyes when he heard this, and then quickly returned to normal, and looked back at the middle-aged woman behind him without being angry: "I heard Dr. Liu say, you seem to be studying medicine, right?"

Yan Shubo smiled bitterly when he heard this, and nodded while "um".

"Since you are also studying medicine, I guess there is no need for me to repeat the rules in the hospital. Hearing this, Director Li helped the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly: "According to the rules of the hospital, you must pay the fee before you can get the medicine, otherwise it will ......."

Yan Shubo's throat was bitter when he heard this, and when he was working in the hospital, he also used the same rhetoric to urge patients to pay medical bills, but he never wanted to be stumped by the same rhetoric.

He glanced with difficulty at his silver-haired father on the hospital bed, and as far as his eyes could see, his swarthy thin cheeks were filled with edema, his nose trembled slightly, and his breathing was rapid, and it was obvious that his heart failure was not under control. He has studied and practiced medicine for many years, and he knows this very well in his heart, if he stops treatment at this time, not only will his previous achievements be wasted, but his father is afraid that he will not survive long and will die.

It is impossible to let my father go unpunished, and I am afraid that I will have to live in guilt for the rest of my life.

The reason why my father named himself "Shubo" was to take the meaning of "well-read".

And for this will, in order to change the fate of his ancestors who have been drilling coal kilns for generations, this honest father can be said to have endured all the hardships, crawling and rolling in the coal mine and on the construction site for decades, - he fell ill early, and became a frequent visitor to the hospital just after fifty.

It has been more than four years, and the family's savings have basically filled this bottomless pit.

However, this has been the case since ancient times, and there is no exception.

It is impossible to borrow money, relatives and acquaintances who can borrow have borrowed it all over again, and now the only idea that can be played is the ICBC credit card, which has a limit of 50,000!

Seeing Yan Shubo's painful struggle, although Director Li couldn't bear it, and there were a lot of things at hand, which needed to be dealt with by him personally, and there was not much time to consume, so he had to open his mouth and urge: "Xiao Yan, have you thought of a way to raise money?"

Yan Shubo raised his head when he heard this, and stared straight at Director Li: "Director, I want to ask you the truth, how much does it cost for my father's condition to be relieved and discharged?"

Director Li was stunned when he heard this, then beckoned to Yan Shubo, and when he walked to the door of the ward, he covered his mouth and said softly: "Xiao Yan, let's get straight to the point, your father has chronic heart failure and cirrhosis ascites, and it is a problem everywhere, and the final outcome is nothing more than a loss of people and money." ”

"Then there is no other way?" Yan Shubo looked at Director Li deeply, still holding a little luck in his subconscious, the other party's words he had heard once in the municipal hospital last year, and the words were to let him give up.

Director Li seemed a little unhappy when he heard this, and said with reproach: "This disease is inherently incurable, and your nursing work is not done well, always letting your father get out of bed and go to the toilet.

Hearing the activity of getting out of bed, Yan Shubo said that he had suffered a lot, his father had done labor for most of his life, and he couldn't lie in bed at all, and he was not used to other people's service, so he had to finish urinating and defecating in the toilet.

On this topic, Yan Shubo said it countless times, so much so that he lost patience later, and every time he was persuaded and scolded.

It's a pity that Yan's father can't listen to it every time, and in the end he has to give up.

Director Li saw this in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, and helped Yan Shubo do several ideological work, but it was fruitless after all.

Seeing that Yan Shubo was silent, Director Li's face softened: "Do you want to take your father to a big hospital in the province or the capital to try it?"

Yan Shubo couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Director Li, don't be joking, with my current economic strength, the county hospital can't afford to live, isn't it a joke for you to mention those big hospitals that spend a lot of money with me." ”

Director Li sighed lightly when he heard this, held his chin with one hand in a contemplative manner, opened his mouth several times, and looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

The other party's expression fell into Yan Shubo's eyes, and he suddenly felt that there was a play, but he seemed to have concerns, and he wanted to say it but didn't want to say it, so he immediately patted his chest and promised: "Director Li, if you have something to say, just say it, my dad is also your old sick number, I have to report to you several times a year, and now it has come to this point, and the final outcome has already been known." If something happens, I'm not going to look for anyone. ”

"Okay. After hearing Yan Shubo's assurance, Director Li took a deep breath of relief: "You and I are both studying medicine, and there should be no objection to your father's fate." In that case, then the dead horse should be regarded as a live horse doctor, why don't I introduce you to an old Chinese medicine doctor, how about trying your luck there?"

"Old Chinese medicine?" Yan Shubo frowned when he heard this, and subconsciously blurted out: "Western medicine can't cure my father's disease, does Chinese medicine work?"

Director Li smiled embarrassedly when he heard this: "I told you before, a dead horse should be used as a live horse doctor, whether it is useful or not?!" What's more, it doesn't cost much to see a Chinese doctor. ”

After making a quick trade-off in his heart, Yan Shubo gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, since the director has said so, let's try it." Dare to ask the director, which big hospital is the old Chinese medicine doctor a professor in?"

Director Li paused when he heard this, then smiled and told Yan Shubo the address and phone number of the old Chinese medicine doctor, and after instructing the latter to take some precautions, he waved to the middle-aged female doctor in charge of the bed and turned to leave.

Yan Shubo wrote down the information provided by Director Li on his mobile phone, and returned to the bedside with a heavy heart.

"What did Director Li tell you? Is the fee running out again?" As soon as he saw Yan Shubo coming back, Yan's father gasped and asked anxiously.

Yan Shubo said "um" when he heard this, and then pressed Yan's father, who was trying to get up, and comforted him: "Don't worry about money, rest assured." ”

After hearing the affirmative reply, Yan's father was full of pain and guilt when he heard this: "It's only been a few days, and I won't get 5,000 yuan, or I just go home and die, I can't cure it anyway." ”

As soon as he heard the word "go home", Yan Shubo suddenly disliked it, and excitedly raised his tone, almost roaring: "What are you talking about, I will find a way to cure you if I don't have any money!"

Yan's mother on the side was afraid that the father and son would quarrel, so she hurriedly echoed: "Dad, don't worry about salty radishes." ”

After being yelled at by Yan Shubo, Yan's father raised his hand with difficulty, stabilized the oxygen tube on his head, and then leaned his head on the pillow of the hospital bed with difficulty, but his eyes looked at the ceiling surprisingly, and there seemed to be fluorescent flickering in his eye sockets.

"Hey. Yan Shubo sighed heavily, lowered his head and stared at the floor pattern, helplessness, helplessness, remorse, and self-blame all kinds of negative emotions welled up in his heart.......

After a while, Yan Shubo slowly raised his head and stared at his father on the hospital bed affectionately, this is not the time to be decadent and escape, what should be faced must be faced after all, otherwise it will be too late to regret it.

He didn't understand Chinese medicine, although his major was a combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and he read a few days of books during the exam, but he never came into contact with Chinese medicine after several years of clinical practice, and even faintly felt a sense of rejection of Chinese medicine under the influence of his peers.