The little girl's father said many words of thanks, and Zheng Ren always kept a polite smile.
The two left their phone numbers and made an appointment to have a meal when the little girl recovered.
Before leaving, the middle-aged man naturally passed by Zheng Ren's white clothes, and then Zheng Ren found a big red envelope falling into the pocket of his white clothes.
The red envelope is very thick, but it is of a moderate size and does not look too bulky when placed in the pocket of a white suit.
The little patient's father is very skilled in giving gifts. It is obvious that he is a professional.
His intensity was appropriate, between Zheng Ren's awareness and his inability to detect it. It doesn't look artificial and is sincere.
After Zheng Ren discovered the red envelope, he immediately chased it and insisted on returning the red envelope to the patient's family. But the little patient's father turned around the corridor and disappeared.
The patient is still recovering from anesthesia after surgery, so it is obviously inappropriate to go to the ward for a red envelope.
"Chang Yue, please pay the hospitalization fee." Zheng Ren finally decided to let Chang Yue run the errands.
"Hey, it's pretty thick." Chang Yue took the red envelope handed over by Zheng Ren and weighed it.
"You'll know after you open it and take a look." Su Yun raised his head and looked at Zheng Ren jokingly: "The red envelopes after the surgery are all sincere red envelopes. Why don't you want them?"
Red envelopes are generally divided into two types.
The first is that the patient's family members beg for nothing before the operation and stuff it into the doctor's pocket. The doctor either refuses at all, or pretends to refuse, and finally pretends to have no choice but to do so. If you really feel that the surgery is not sure, the doctor will give you a red envelope that you cannot refuse to pay for the hospitalization fee.
The second is a red envelope sent by the patient’s family after the operation is stable.
This situation generally represents the sincere gratitude of the patient's family, which is much more sincere than the kind given before surgery.
Like the post-operative red envelope, the doctor has already made a basic judgment on the operation. If there are no problems, he will usually tacitly accept the kindness of the patient's family.
And Zheng Ren didn't even ask for a post-operative red envelope, which was a bit pretentious.
"Three thousand." Chang Yue quickly counted the money and said in surprise.
"It's so generous. I thought it was all ten yuan, so two hundred yuan is enough." The sarcastic sissy always spoke in such a distasteful manner.
"Go pay the hospitalization fee and give the receipt to the patient's family." Zheng Ren said calmly.
"Why not?" Su Yun asked persistently.
"Why?" Zheng Ren asked.
"The hospital's income, after deducting five insurances and one housing fund, is 3,500 yuan a month, plus your overtime pay and the like. Although you are the chief resident and have saved money on renting a house, you have to get married sooner or later. Well, what girl would want to find a poor guy like you who has no money, no time, no house, and no car?" Su Yun told the truth.
"I'm afraid something will happen." Zheng Ren said honestly.
When patients send red envelopes, there is a very small chance that they will secretly videotape them and then blackmail them.
No matter how beautiful the surgery is, this problem cannot be avoided.
But if you don’t accept the red envelope, there is a chance that you will be blackmailed by someone who pretends to be giving you a red envelope. If it were to be turned into a banner again, it would be placed in a place where people come and go in the hospital.
Tsk tsk, that thing is so sour!
"Hypocritical." Su Yun lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.
Zheng Ren has only received a red envelope from one patient in the several years he has been working.
It was a liver cancer patient under his care. The patient asked Professor Modu to come to Haicheng for surgery. After the operation, Zheng Ren fulfilled his duty as a doctor, and even exceeded it.
After the patient basically recovered, Zheng Ren began to provide him with basic psychological counseling.
Although Zheng Ren is not a psychological counselor, he still tries to read books and combine what is written in the book with actual experience to try to keep patients away from the fear of malignant tumors.
All the hard work is rewarded with sincere gratitude from the patients.
One autumn evening three years later, Zheng Ren went home and met the patient at the door. The patient expressed his gratitude to Zheng Ren in plain language and gave Zheng Ren an envelope with 2,000 yuan inside.
This was also the only red envelope Zheng Ren received.
However, Zheng Ren was unwilling to communicate with Su Yun about these mental journeys.
Chang Yue came back soon and handed the deposit ticket to the patient's family.
Deposit tickets are different from money. Money can be declined, but when going through the discharge procedures, if there is one less deposit ticket, it will be very troublesome if the discharge cannot be settled.
The patient's family reluctantly accepted the deposit ticket and complained a few words about Chang Yue.
Soon, Zheng Ren's cell phone received a call from a middle-aged man.
On the phone, he expressed his dissatisfaction with Zheng Ren. The scale was just right, not only not arousing Zheng Ren's resentment, but also fully showing his gratitude.
Finally, he asked Zheng Ren not to order food and would deliver it soon.
There was no way to refuse now, so Zheng Ren had no choice but to agree.
About thirty minutes later, two guys from Jinbiluo Restaurant came to the emergency ward wearing uniforms and carrying four food boxes.
The dishes are brought out one after another, as if by magic.
Fish maw Cordyceps soup, crispy pork, honey barbecued pork, crispy roasted pork, braised squab, boiled geoduck, salt and pepper mantis shrimp...
Every time he takes out something, the guy from Jinbiluo Restaurant will introduce where the ingredients of this dish come from, how fresh they are, and what senior chef personally cooked it.
Anyway, it means that the ingredients are fresh and sophisticated, and the cooking master is a top chef in the country.
Zheng Ren looked at it with great interest at first, but as the tables in the duty room were filled, he became dull.
These dishes are definitely not affordable for 3,000 yuan.
Although he has never eaten at Jinbiluo Restaurant, Zheng Ren has the common sense that an adult should have.
This is really a sincere thank you. Zheng Ren took out his mobile phone and called the Chu sisters and Xie Yiren upstairs to come down for dinner.
When he saw a table full of food, Xie Yi's eyes widened.
On that day when the ground was covered with thin ice, the Xie Yi people still insisted on going out to eat. For such a foodie, the food on this table is the best compliment.
We were all on our own, and there was nothing to be polite about. After disinfecting our phones, everyone sat down and started eating.
"It's delicious." Xie Yiren picked up a chopstick of crispy meat, put it in his mouth, and picked up the fish maw and Cordyceps soup.
"Delicious."
"tasty."
"Delicious."
Zheng Ren was dumbfounded. Normally, Xie Yi's family was so rich, so he shouldn't have never eaten it. But she still ate deliciously, was satisfied with every dish, and savored every mouthful of soup.
What a standard foodie, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Zheng Ren didn't eat much. He drank two bowls of porridge made from unknown seafood and another bowl of soup, and he was full.
"Do you feel a little regretful, why not accept the red envelope?" Su Yun complained.
"Haha." Zheng Ren smiled dryly.
Rumors stop at wise men, chat stops at hehe.
Zheng Ren immediately chatted to death.
"Little Yiren, eat less." Chu Yanran sipped the soup gracefully and said, "Overeating will harm the spleen and stomach."
"I don't eat much." Xie Yiren said as he ate, "A classmate of mine got pancreatitis from eating at the buffet a few days ago and is hospitalized in the gastroenterology department."