Director Kong took off the film, put it in the film bag, and gave it to the patient's family. He said: "Do as Boss Zheng said and seize the time to check. There is no need to go to 912 for the check. It takes a long time to do it. Go directly to the doctor." Just Sun Ming will do."
The patient's family members didn't understand what Zheng Ren said just now, so they responded quietly and turned around to leave with some reluctance.
In their view, Director Kong was perfunctory and did not want to see a doctor at all.
He didn't give a diagnosis. He only asked a young doctor to look at the film and make a diagnosis. This was not a trick, a perfunctory, or something else.
But in 912, they couldn't say anything and could only leave depressed.
After leaving the hospital, one of them looked at the bustling crowd and sighed, "It's really difficult to see a doctor now."
"There is no other way. It's very difficult to find Director Kong." Another person felt the same way and sighed.
"Is it because we didn't register and Director Kong didn't show it? I just said that I would give Director Kong a big red envelope, but Dean Sun refused to let me. What should I do now?"
"Go to Dean Sun. Didn't Director Kong say that all inspections can be done by Dean Sun?"
"That's just to fool us. If you don't have a good attitude, they won't see the doctor at all. I heard that the surgical red envelopes from other departments only cost three to five thousand. For brain surgery, at least one is required."
After thinking about it, the two of them stared at each other. There was nothing they could do, so they had to sigh and walk out of the 912 hospital.
Patients and their family members rub shoulders while seeing a doctor, and those who see the doctor are intimidated.
Being able to find the 912 department director for medical treatment was already the best result. They couldn't ask for more, but they just regretted that they should have given Director Kong a big red envelope. You shouldn't have listened to Sun Ming and come empty-handed.
It's okay this time, I was kicked out. Although he looked good, he still didn't get sick.
Just as they were told, the two called 912, withdrew money from a nearby bank, bought a brown paper envelope, and stuffed the money into it.
Holding the thick envelope, the two of them suddenly felt confident.
"Brother, have you ever sent money?" the younger man asked. He looked honest and honest, very nervous, and his hands were shaking unconsciously.
"It's okay. You can wait for me outside then." The middle-aged man said, "Are you giving me a gift? Just go in alone."
"Will Director Kong accept it?"
"Are you stupid? Is there any money in the world that you can't give away?"
"That's right. Brother, I'll be waiting for you outside."
"Don't worry, you take the film and Director Kong collects the money. Come in again and let Director Kong take a look at the film and what to do." The middle-aged man touched the thick envelope in his arms and spoke with confidence.
The two went back to the 912 intervention department.
There are extra beds on both sides of the corridor, the corridor is very narrow, and all the doctors in white coats are busy, and no one notices the change of mind of these two people and the coming and going.
When they arrived at Director Kong's office, the two of them looked at each other. One of them coughed lightly, and knocked on the office door with a calm and determined look on his face.
"Please come in."
Opening the door, only the person who knocked went in.
Although I rarely give gifts, I still understand the basic rules. If a person goes in, this is the so-called Dharma that does not spread to the six ears.
If there are two people, the experienced doctor will never accept the red envelope.
He thought he had thought carefully, suppressed his nervousness, and closed the door with a smile on his face.
"Why are you back? Did you forget something?" Director Kong asked in surprise when he saw it was him.
"No, no." The man whispered: "There were so many people just now, it was inconvenient. This is a little novelty, please accept it."
"What are you doing?" Director Kong's face immediately turned serious.
This is all a routine, a routine, the middle-aged man thought to himself. Can you still act like on TV, please don't insult my career
joke.
In this age, those who build atomic bombs earn much more than those who sell tea eggs.
"You must accept this little kindness from my family. You don't know how difficult it is to come to the imperial capital to see a doctor. With you showing us the film, we can save time..."
Just as he said this, he wanted to give Director Kong a step up, and then accepted the red envelope half-heartedly, so that he could start the next step.
However, Director Kong waved his hand impatiently and said: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get checked. Boss Zheng will go abroad tomorrow. If it's late, you won't be able to see it anymore."
Uh... The middle-aged man's hand holding the brown paper envelope froze in mid-air. It didn't feel right to send it, and it didn't seem right to take it back.
What does it mean? Boss Zheng wants to go abroad, what does it have to do with medical treatment
At this moment, he completely forgot that the young doctor's surname was Zheng. Based on his life experience, he had no idea what Director Kong meant.
Why do you think something is wrong? Do you think the gift is too little? No, ten thousand yuan is enough to watch a movie. Isn’t that a lot
"I still have things to do here, so I won't send you away." Director Kong's face dropped and he said coldly.
The middle-aged man can feel a very strong momentum. He knew that if he put the brown paper envelope on the table, he would never be able to enter this door again.
Strange, there is really money that cannot be given away? Are there still people who are afraid of hot money
He looked at Director Kong blankly, with an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Hurry up and do the inspection. Go quickly and don't waste time here." Director Kong said impatiently.
We see many patients every day, from all over the world. If it were anyone else, they would just accept it. It's just that Director Kong didn't understand this patient's disease, so he couldn't collect the money.
It is the rule to accept people's money and help them to eliminate disasters.
If you don’t understand, you still have to charge money, that’s so tasteless. Director Kong didn't bother to explain to the patient's family. He was still in a daze and couldn't explain it to the patient's family.
After being kicked out of the director's office, the middle-aged man looked puzzled.
"Brother, how's it going?"
"Confiscated..." the middle-aged man whispered.
“…”
"Let's go, let's go find Dean Sun." The middle-aged man said.
"But haven't you seen Dean Sun's side?"
"It's for an examination, not for medical treatment. Let's just say it was Director Kong who asked me."
The two of them walked out of 912 while hesitating.
…
Sun Ming is the director of a community hospital not far from 912.
He is said to be a dean, but in fact he is just a department-level director of a community hospital. There are CT machines, but MRI machines are too expensive and are not equipped. There are more than 100 beds, and the main treatment is colds and fevers.
He is nearly fifty years old and has no big pursuits. As long as nothing happens, he can retire peacefully.
Sitting in the office drinking tea and reading newspapers is also a kind of life. In Sun Ming's opinion, it is a hundred times better than many directors of 912 sticking their buttocks out and performing surgeries every day.
Although you earn less, it’s better to be free and at ease, isn’t it