"This female comrade, let me tell you, if you don't pay the money, we won't get the medicine, this medicine was not made by us, nor did we change it, we are not Sun Wukong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info If you don't have medicine, your father won't use it, it's as simple as that. Money, do you love to pay it or not. The other doctors followed Director Xu, but only Xiao Ding, who was patted on the shoulder by Director Xu, stood there and said to the "curly-haired fat woman". After saying that, he waved his hand and left.

I don't know if the gas of the "round ball" has been released, or if Xiao Ding's words have worked. Anyway, as soon as the "farce" subsided.

It's just that Director Xu, who has been in the industry for decades, is about to retire, and he didn't think that "the evening festival is not guaranteed", and some female family members called him "indecent".

On the day of the shift, Director Xu arrived at the ward earlier than before. He looked at the pennants hanging on the walls around the doctor's office, and felt a little emotional.

Director Xu feels that doctors should be much happier now than in the past. In the early years, Mahkota Hospital did not even have CT scans, and the location of subdural hematoma was judged only by clinical manifestations and doctors' experience. There are so many tests available to assist in clinical diagnosis and treatment. But why can't they be "happy"?

But then again, although the medical equipment at that time was not as good as it is now, the family members were still very easy to communicate, and the family members and doctors at that time were still comrades-in-arms in the same trench, and there was a minimum of trust between them. I don't know when it started to "turn against each other"?

Director Xu didn't know, and Lao Xia, Xiao Chen, and the younger generation of doctors and nurses didn't know. A group of them huddled in the doctor's office, ready to listen to Director Xu's last "lecture":

As I think you may already know, this is the last time I'm sitting here for a meeting. Today, not as a department leader, but as a senior who worked in neurosurgery earlier than you, and as an old man who stepped into this world before you, I would like to share with you what I think is necessary to say.

A few days ago, a patient's family had a little friction with our department because of the cost. It was a small thing, but just after it happened, I heard some sounds, some very unpleasant sounds!

As a medical professional, we can communicate with family members of different races, education levels and qualities in a variety of ways, but the ultimate goal of our communication is definitely for the best interests of the patient, and definitely not any other!

We must always remember who we are, that we are a doctor, that we are a nurse, and that we must not equate ourselves with some "market woman". What "no wonder your father is sick, I see that you have epilepsy in this life, and you will have epilepsy in the next life" The words resolutely do not come out of the mouths of our medical staff in the future!

We have all seen the doctor-patient relationship today. It may not be our fault, but it's definitely not the patient's fault either!

Okay, it's not too early, I'm talking a little bit more today than I have done before. I just want you to remember one sentence: we may have been humiliated, but we must not spread hatred!

At this morning meeting, there were laughs, but everyone didn't dare to laugh, and the whole atmosphere was a little heavy.

It is said that the nurse who said that sentence cried and took the initiative to write an examination and handed it to the head nurse, which can be regarded as an end to the "notice to pay" incident.