Zhao Sheng was just about to ask about the condition of the middle-aged homeless man lying on the hospital bed, when Tan Bo, the emergency doctor in the car, pulled Zhao Sheng out.

"Doctor Zhao, this person is a homeless man, and there is that one standing next to him, and it looks like he is too."

Tan Bo sighed and didn't say anything else, just emphasized.

According to the situation most of the time, there is a high probability that there is no way to pay the hospitalization fee for such a homeless person.

In the end, the money will definitely be spread over the heads of the attending doctors.

Tan Bo and his wife are planning to have a second child, and the economy is the most tense time.

But 120 first aid is like this, when you go out of the emergency department, you can't ignore people, you still have to bring the patient back, and after you bring it back, you must also treat it, and it is impossible to leave it alone.

This is in China, not in Ameika!

"It's okay, let's go to the Corey Fund."

Zhao Sheng knew that Tan Bo and his wife were planning a second child recently, and he also understood the financial pressure he was facing, so he said slowly.

This fund, in fact, is an emergency fund set up by all medical staff in the emergency department, in order to deal with today's situation, there are patients who must be treated, and the patients have no money.

But it can only be an emergency, to solve the situation such as helping the homeless, and other situations are generally not used, because the income of emergency medical staff is indeed not high, and there is not much money in this fund.

For a long time, it was the directors Yu Zhongbo and Zhao Sheng who supported the master.

Therefore, Zhao Sheng's use of this fund has this right to speak.

"Okay, then the patient will be handed over to you, Dr. Zhao."

Hearing this, Tan Bo breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

It is difficult to be a doctor, and it is even more difficult for a doctor who has to support his family!

Tan Bo went to get busy, and Zhao Sheng returned to the disposal room.

As soon as he entered the disposal room, Zhao Sheng heard the coughing sound of [Ho Ho].

At first glance, the middle-aged homeless man was coughing, coughing, sweating all over his head, and a little out of breath.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the middle-aged homeless man and said with a routine inquiry.

"Doctor, he just kept coughing, coughing non-stop, and he had a fever all the time."

In the face of Zhao Sheng's inquiry, the wandering middle-aged man stopped coughing, but his eyes were blank and his expression was dead, and he didn't seem to want to answer Zhao Sheng's question, but the burly man standing aside answered Zhao Sheng's question in a deep and powerful voice.

Cough? Fever?

Hearing the burly man's words, Zhao Sheng looked at the middle-aged homeless man, and looking at his appearance, he was already thin and skinny.

Nine times out of ten, the middle-aged homeless man in front of him has tuberculosis.

The experienced Zhao Sheng immediately made a judgment.

"Do you have any medicine?"

Zhao Sheng continued to ask.

"I bought him cough and fever medicine at the pharmacy, and that's it."

The burly man said as he took out a plastic bag from his shabby pocket, carefully opened the plastic bag, and showed Zhao Sheng the medicine inside.

Zhao Sheng saw that the antipyretic medicine was the general acetaminophen, and as for the cough medicine, it was compound rock cabbage tablets, both of which were the most common kind of packaging, and the two medicines would not add up to more than thirty yuan.

These two drugs are still effective for cough and fever in general upper respiratory tract infections.

But for middle-aged homeless men with obvious tuberculosis, the effect is obviously very limited.

"How long has he been like this?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the middle-aged wandering man with blank eyes and a dead silence on his face, and asked the burly man again.

"It's been a month, and it's been like this since I knew him."

The burly man replied.

"Let's take blood first and check a CT scan of the lungs, his condition is very likely to be tuberculosis."

Zhao Sheng said.

"Okay, okay."

The burly man hurriedly replied.

However, after a while, he took out a red plastic bag from the other pocket with some embarrassment, opened the bag, took out the stack of bits and pieces of money inside, and said to Zhao Sheng with some trepidation: "Doctor, I only have this money, I don't know if it's enough?" ”

Zhao Sheng looked at the stack of money in the burly man's plastic bag, there were ten yuan, five yuan, and one piece, all of which were some change, and the largest denomination was only twenty yuan.

In today's prevalence of electronic payment, Zhao Sheng, who has not touched cash for almost a year, can hardly imagine where the money folded five, ten, and twenty yuan in the burly man's hand came from.

Most likely, it was picked up everywhere and cardboard to be exchanged at the scrap yard.

Just before Zhao Sheng could say anything, the middle-aged homeless man saw the burly man take out the stack of change, and there was a trace of fluctuation on his dead face.

"Brother Ao, no. It's gone. ”

The middle-aged homeless man looked at the burly man a little weakly and said.

"Brother, how can this be cured? Let me tell you, this tuberculosis is not a terminal disease now, it can be cured. Big deal, I'm going to pick up more cardboard at night, and if it doesn't work, I'll go to pick up a sledgehammer, and the foreman asked me several times last time! ”

As soon as the burly man heard this, he immediately said.

"How long have you known each other?"

Seeing that the burly man didn't hesitate at all, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but ask.

"It's been a month, a month ago, one day, I was opening a treasure chest on the street, and I saw this guy picking up garbage to eat, and I said it's okay to pick up garbage, how can I eat garbage?! Anyway, I'm alone, and I have multiple companions, so we'll pick up trash together. ”

The burly man Brother Ao said very boldly.

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng took a deep look at the burly man in front of him, his physique looked very strong and powerful, it was with this physique, in the construction site, or in the transportation industry, he didn't have to worry about living, just with this strength, he could also eat and clothe, and have wine and meat.

I just don't know why he seems to have embarked on the path of wandering, maybe he has his own story.

And the middle-aged homeless man lying on the disposal bed also looks like a person who has read books and has a bit of culture, and from his eyebrows and eyes, he can vaguely see a little different look from ordinary homeless people, that is, this look is now very weak.

"Doctor, this money is a total of three hundred and seventy-two, is it enough for an examination? It's not enough for me to figure it out. ”

Brother Ao, the burly man, took the money again and said to Zhao Sheng.

It can be seen that he is often counting this stack of money, otherwise it would be impossible to say such an accurate number.

Think about it, the average person's wallet has only an approximate figure, and it will not be as accurate as the burly man Brother Ao said.