The inpatient department of a hospital, no matter how big it is, is always overcrowded.

In fact, if it weren't for an overcrowded hospital, people wouldn't have much faith in the strength of the hospital and wouldn't want to go.

Herd psychology is sometimes considered to be the best choice, that is, what everyone thinks is good must be good, at least not bad.

This argument can be applied to any field: when you go out during the holidays, everyone crowds into crowded places. Because those places are famous, and you think it's worth going, then I won't lose if I go. When you buy something, everyone goes to a lively place, and I buy it if you buy it, because you don't feel that you have lost money, then I will not lose money.

Therefore, every floor of the inpatient department is still full of beds even in the corridors.

A good hospital, even if you live in the aisle, will be treated better than living in a single room in a poor hospital. That's what the patients and their families think anyway. What the facts are, there is no way to know.

Although Song Qian didn't quite remember which bed Yuan Zijie was in, he knew that his bed was in the aisle.

Pass the nurse's station.

Nurse Xiao Jiang is still doing the most unpleasant job that is always thrown at new nurses - dunning. No matter how sweet Xiao Jiang's voice is and how kind her attitude is, her collection call still feels like a rush.

Just hung up the phone, Xiao Jiang twisted his neck and stretched his arms.

Hey, that's not the ......

"Yuan Zijie's uncle!" Xiao Jiang blurted out.

Song Qian didn't have any feelings about the identity of "uncle", but because he was just thinking about Yuan Zijie, he heard someone shouting, so he turned around and met the eyes of the little nurse with a happy face.

"Yuan Zijie's uncle!" Xiao Jiang waved his hand at Song Qian, really happy.

"You called me?"

Song Qian walked over a little embarrassed, he had never been so warmly welcomed by a little girl, could it be that after he became rich, he became handsome?

However, the reason why nurse Xiao Jiang was happy and excited was really because of Song Qian's money.

A month ago, Lingcheng Satellite TV broadcast the charity auction, and Xiao Jiang watched the whole process. saw Song Qian take 110,000 photos of the clothes made by the children of Qizhi School, and 10,000 copies of You Dawei's books, donated a complete set of first-generation renminbi that can be called the collection level, and finally, spent 1 million to buy a mother's bracelet that urgently needed money for her daughter's surgery.

Although these moves are not big, compared with the investment of tens of millions and hundreds of millions of dollars by the big bosses in Lingcheng, he can only be regarded as a small fight. But the point is, these are really done charity.

So Xiao Jiang summed up one point: The uncle of Yuan Zijie in front of him, a man named Song Qian, is a good man who is rich, the key is very loving, and he is very willing to help people.

A proper oversized good guy card has been smashed into Song Qian.

"Did Yuan Zijie drop something?" Xiao Jiang asked as he looked at Song Qian, who was walking towards him.

Nothing...... Song Qian was confused.

However, if it is said that Yuan Zijie left something, is he discharged from the hospital?

"When was Yuan Zijie discharged from the hospital?"

"Just this morning, I was transferred to the province, don't you know?"

"Hmmm......"

Song Qian really didn't know, but it didn't matter. Yuan Zixin now has a good income from extra money, she can already afford Yuan Zijie's medical expenses, and the transfer must be so that Yuan Zijie can receive better treatment.

But in this way, it is a little embarrassing to be here.

"Someone are you looking for? I'll help you find out. Xiao Jiang was full of enthusiasm and felt that serving a good person who was enthusiastic and helpful was also covered with the halo of a good person.

Song Qian looked around and saw a large stack of reminders in front of the little nurse's desk, and he had an idea: "Show me the stack of reminders." ”

"Reminder note?" Xiao Jiang couldn't turn around all of a sudden, "Do you want to see the whole stack?"

"Well, show it to me. ”

If anyone else makes this kind of request, Xiao Jiang will sternly refuse, not to mention looking at a whole stack of other people's demand sheets, even if you look at one of them by name, you have to make it clear that it is the patient's family, otherwise this involves privacy, and the matter can be big or small.

However, if there is a good impression between people, there is trust, it is really the other party who will feel fragrant when he farts, love the house and Wu, and the lover's eyes are full of truth.

Therefore, on the premise of believing that Song Qian was a big philanthropist, Xiao Jiang was only stunned for a while, and then handed over a whole stack of demand sheets unsuspectingly and happily.

Song Qian began to look at it seriously.

Xiao Jiang kept talking, and introduced them one by one almost as if he was receiving an inspection from a superior leader: "This old man has no children and has been sick for a long time, and his wife is a cleaner who is still sweeping the streets in her seventies." The old man also had to be hospitalized this time, but the medical expenses were ......."

Song Qian saw that the 75-year-old man owed 421 yuan in medical expenses, and then looked at the bed fee, which was only 60 per day, obviously living in the corridor with an extra bed.

"And this, it's really unfortunate to be a family, the two-year-old daughter has acute pneumonia, the father was actually hit by a car on the way to deliver food to the mother and daughter, I heard that it was still a luxury car, and then escaped, and is now in the intensive care unit. ”

Song Qian looked at the family's demand sheet, and his daughter owed 970 yuan for hospitalization, and his father owed 3,280 yuan for hospitalization.

"This one, this one, this one is also ......"

"And this, their family is ......"

Song Qian watched it, and Xiao Jiang introduced it. Although the nurse was not required to have a comprehensive understanding of every patient in charge, Xiao Jiang really got to know it carefully. It's just that the more you know, the more unbearable it is to urge money. But this thing can't be left undone, the hospital must collect money, it is not a charity, and it is impossible to give free treatment.

"And ......"

"Give me all these lists. ”

Song Qian looked at half of it, did not continue to look down, and at the same time interrupted Xiao Jiang's words, and directly "confiscated" the entire stack of demand sheets.

Xiao Jiang was a little confused, taking away this whole stack of reminders, could it be ......

"You don't have to rush, I'll pay for all of this by the way, is there anything else?"

Anything else......

I heard that someone rushed to pay the bill, but I always thought it was done in front of my friends to save face, and I have never seen a master who not only rushed to pay for the medical bills in the matter of quietly paying for people, but also did not think it was enough.

How do you explain to the patients? Tell the patients that a kind local tyrant has paid for your medical expenses? If they ask who it is? Do you want to name it? Do you need to report this kind of thing to the hospital? You should report it? But it seems that the report will reveal the privacy of both parties......

Xiao Jiang was still in the midst of all kinds of tangled problems, and Song Qian had already patted a whole stack of bills and went downstairs to line up to pay.

Because he had nothing to do, and waited for Wang Ke to do it, Song Qian didn't go to the place on the second floor where there were few people to pay. Besides, when you go there, you will always meet that chubby nurse who collects money, talks a lot, and makes low-level mistakes. So Song Qian went to the payment hall on the first floor, where there were many people, the queue was lively, and he passed the time.