"Director Qin!" the old doctor suddenly interrupted Qin Songmu's contemplation coldly, "You shouldn't let Lao Xing go." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info some words are better to explain clearly in person. Otherwise, you have no room for mitigation. ”

Qin Songmu was stunned: "Why should I have room for relaxation?"

The old doctor looked at him contemptuously, "I don't think you're fit to work here. ”

Qin Songmu looked at the other party in surprise: "Why?"

"Because you lack a trace of calmness between your eyebrows, I'm afraid you can't bear the changes that happen here every day. ”

Qin Songmu was stunned for a moment, and then understood that his gaffe just now had already been seen by the other party.

However, instead of being reckless, he questioned: "Is it true that patients leave here like this every day?"

The old doctor shook his head: "Not necessarily. Maybe not every few days, maybe several a day. Last year, more than 550 patients were taken away from this ward, and if you count it on average, there is more than one per day. ”

Qin Songmu couldn't help but shiver in his heart, but after all, he was a mature man who had experienced, and his emotions quickly calmed down.

He smiled indifferently at the old doctor: "Director Ran, we are all studying medicine and know how to face death. I think I'll get used to it very quickly. Why don't you go in and let me know what's going on inside?"

Unexpectedly, the old doctor waved his hand: "Don't be busy yet." Listen to me from outside for a brief introduction to the situation, and then consider whether or not you should step in with your feet. ”

Qin Songmu had no choice but to nod: "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

The old doctor took a few steps outside and distanced himself from the four-story building, so that he could get a clearer view of it.

Qin Songmu also followed, once again examining the whole picture of this building.

The old doctor first pointed to the structure of the building and said, "In this four-story building, there are wards from the first floor to the third floor. And there are six additional wards. On the left side of the first floor door is the first ward and on the right side is the second ward, on the left side of the stairs on the second floor is the third ward and on the right side is the fourth ward, and on the left side of the third floor staircase is the fifth ward and on the right side is the sixth ward. As for the fourth floor, there is the director's office, the hospital medicine warehouse, and the dormitory for the medical staff..."

"Could it be that our medical staff also live here?" Qin Songmu couldn't help but interrupt.

"Yes. The medical staff who were transferred from other places live here. They don't have a home here, and the other dormitories in the hospital are far away, so they have to make do here. ”

Qin Songmu wondered in his heart, how could such an infiltrating ward be suitable for medical staff to rest?

He suppressed his curiosity, and finally showed a smile: "Please continue to introduce." ”

The old doctor then continued: "There are twenty wards in each ward, and there is a doctor's office and a nurse's station, as well as toilets, washrooms, etc. This is similar to the situation in a normal ward. Of course, each ward has a person in charge, and the attending physician is in charge. Each ward has a different number of beds depending on the level. Some are single rooms, and some are large wards with several beds. Together, these six sub-wards have a total of 308 beds..."

When Qin Songmu heard this, he couldn't help but interrupt again, "We have more than five hundred patients leaving here every year, but why are there only a little more than three hundred hospital beds?"

The old doctor glanced at him: "You are also the head of the department, don't you even understand this truth? In addition, it is necessary to maintain a certain number of empty wards, which is to receive those critically ill patients who are transferred here at any time. ”

Qin Songmu suddenly came to his senses and couldn't help but nodded.

The old doctor reminded again: "You just arrived here, and the scene you just saw is not an accidental phenomenon, it happens almost every day. Moreover, some patients have passed away within a few hours of being transferred here. Sometimes, the in-house patient and the deceased patient appear at the same time, and because the back door of the building is relatively small, they will meet at this door. This causes a lot of pressure on the patients who stay in, and some patients just stay for a few days..."

"Director Ran!" Qin Songmu couldn't help but interrupt again, "It is inhumane for patients who have just been admitted to meet in this gate to let patients who come in and out 'meet in a narrow way' at this gate. Why not widen the back door?"

The old doctor smiled bitterly: "Is this useful? Even if they are triaged, the cry of the patient's family just now is enough to alarm the patients who have been admitted in." Moreover, there is a courtyard wall behind this building, which usually only has a passing path, which is not suitable for stretchers or stretcher carts to enter and exit. ”

Qin Songmu frowned slightly, couldn't help but look back at the building of the tumor center in the distance, and then questioned: "Could it be that all the patients here are transferred from there?"

The old doctor shook his head: "With the scale of our cancer center hospital, it is not enough to produce so many patients. There are also patients who have been transferred from other hospitals. Of course, since it is affiliated with the cancer center hospital, it is still mainly based on patients in our hospital. ”

"Aren't those patients all oncology-related diseases?"

"Not bad. Among them, there are many vegetative people. Life can be sustained for a longer period of time. ”

Qin Songmu was puzzled again: "Since this is conservative treatment, why did the patient's family choose to continue to be hospitalized?"

The old doctor sighed: "They can't help it, seeing that their relatives are running out of time, although there is no treatment value, and they can't see their relatives die at home, and they will die in the hospital." And the situation in those wards is not suitable for them to continue to live, so they have to be transferred here. ”

"Are you worried that when they die, they will alarm the patients there?"

The old doctor nodded: "There is this factor. After all, if patients in those normal wards heard the wailing and crying of their deceased family members every day, how much psychological stress would it cause? Another thing is that the beds there are tight, and we can't delay a patient who needs to save their lives because of a dying person. ”

Qin Songmu couldn't help but question: "Isn't the crying here bringing psychological pressure to other patients?"

The old doctor smiled bitterly again: "Maybe a little." However, those patients and their families know that if they live here, sooner or later they will follow in the footsteps of others, so they should be mentally numb. ”

Qin Songmu couldn't help but be gloomy: "If I were a family member of a patient, I wouldn't arrange the last time of my relatives here, even if I was dying, I would die in my own home." ”

The old doctor glanced at him again: "Does Director Qin know the history of Haihe City?"

"I'm a native here, of course I know. ”

"Since you know, you should know that our Haihe City was only a small village and town thirty years ago. But in just over 30 years, it has become a modern metropolis. This also shows that this is a city of immigrants, and most of the citizens are outsiders. Many of them live in rented houses. When their loved ones are terminally ill and are about to leave this world, is it appropriate to die at home?"

Qin Songmu listened to the old doctor's explanation, and then nodded suddenly: "No wonder some of our medical staff can only live in the hospital." ”

The old doctor further explained: "If you live here and wait for death, you can also get some conservative treatment, such as getting some treatment measures when you get sick, and relieve the pain." You can't do that at home. Moreover, those in vegetative places, known as the 'living dead', will last longer. If the family is accompanied for a long time, it will encounter big problems. Therefore, the wisest choice is to let your loved ones stay in a rehabilitation center. ”

After listening to the old doctor's introduction, Qin Songmu felt quite heavy in his heart, so he asked with a worried look, "Do you have anything else to introduce?"

The old doctor saw that he didn't mean to back down, so he continued to remind the other party: "Director Qin, you have to think about one problem clearly, that is, this ward is not like the situation in the ward you were in charge of before, because the patients here cannot recover and be discharged, and they left here by transferring to the balance room, which is called a 'quasi-morgue' by the patients." Therefore, it is impossible for the patient's family to send a pennant, no matter how good your service is. In addition, some family members of patients with violent tempers may turn their pain into anger and thus turn their anger towards the hospital. Therefore, in addition to bearing enough psychological pressure, the medical staff working here also have to bear a lot of grievances. I've been working here for years, and I haven't been able to rotate because no one wants to take over here. Before you, three doctors from the hospital came to take over my job. But when they saw the situation here, they would rather not be doctors than accept this mess. I'm past retirement age, but I'm stuck here. ”

Qin Songmu frowned: "Since it is difficult to be the director here, what about the medical staff below, are they willing to stay here?"

The old doctor smiled bitterly: "Among them, some of them are transferred from other places. Because there is no interpersonal relationship, you can only accept such a fate. Of course, there are some people who offend the leaders above, and there are some who, like me, have reached retirement age and have been rehired by the hospital with a raise. ”

Although Qin Songmu has not yet seen his new subordinates, he has already developed a feeling of sympathy with them, when he thinks that he used to be called 'Qin Yidao', and has saved countless patients, but the final end is to stay away from the operating table and face dying patients every day, what a big irony for himself.

"Doctor Qin!" the old doctor interrupted his contemplation, "When you hear this, do you still have the courage to enter this building?"

Qin Songmu was sad in his heart, and he also lost his good face, and couldn't help but snort in his nostrils: "Why don't I have the courage?"

"Because once you take over this stall, you may never be able to let it go again, just like me, and work here until you retire. I've heard that you're a great surgeon, are you willing to let your future be buried here?"

The old doctor's words were like a steel knife, stabbing Qin Songmu's heart fiercely. His heart was aching, and his body couldn't help but tremble...

Have you made this death ward your home all your life?