After Becoming a Little Sister

Listen, how ridiculous it is to face a national crisis, but only care about the piece of meat in his bowl.

The officials backed down, and the Nanban official said, you go to work first, and we will not expand enrollment.

But the doctors were dissatisfied. They felt that this was not enough. They felt threatened, so they felt that the authorities simply backed down.

They want to increase their treatment - the existing doctors are enough to provide enough medical resources for the whole country, but they work too hard, so they need to increase their treatment.

Are doctors in Nanbang underpaid?The answer is not low.

Even for an intern, the average monthly salary is more than [-] RMB, and the smaller and better the medical institution, the higher the salary and benefits.

If it is a small hospital with less than [-] beds, then the monthly salary that everyone gets from sharing the cake can be equivalent to more than [-] yuan—this means that their average salary income is the average salary of other professionals of the same age. Four times, five times or even more.

And such a group ganged up and threatened to strike indefinitely, just because the Nanbai officials wanted to expand the enrollment by 3058 more than the annual quota of 400 medical students nationwide.

With such insects, how can we do a good job in this country?

How is it possible to do a good job in this country!Impossible!

The black doctor in the slums back then was one of them, and even the most steadfast one among them.

At that time, his name was Dr. Cui. He was skilled in medicine, with a middle-class delicacy and a desire to climb up. He hated those interns who shared the cake, and repeatedly suggested that the hospital get rid of other unnecessary young doctors, as long as they keep their skills. Good people are good.

The smaller the hospital, the higher the salary, not just because there are fewer portions of the cake, but also because the surgeons like them are absolutely at the top of the small food chain, control the power of life and death, and have sufficient bargaining power.

As for the shortage of doctors leading to untimely treatment of patients?

Oh, isn't that normal!

It is a truth that the rich have access to better medical care, which is their due privilege.

this is life--

Is there any doctor who, regardless of his own safety, will go retrograde in a dangerous direction just for the ideal four characters of "saving the dying and healing the wounded", trying to build a new Great Wall with his own flesh and blood?

Is there any place where there will be stupid officials at all costs, regardless of men, women, old and young, rich and poor, doing what is due and treated, ignoring the hundreds of thousands and millions of personal medical bills , All the power of the country to mobilize massive resources, just to save its own citizens?

Is there any place with such a country and such people, with such a past, present and future, with so-called righteousness and a radiance that falls down to the world that can be touched with hands? !

What a joke!

It's better to wake up from that stupid dream as soon as possible!

At that time, Dr. Cui firmly believed that all these things could not exist, they were all fake, they were Utopia, Utopia, and ravings that only existed in books.

It's like having a beautiful dream, even if you wake up, you are still very moved, but only moved.

In Nanbang, there is no room for emotion, and people do not believe in light.

Dr. Cui upholds his own way of life. For this reason, he does his best to serve those powerful and powerful people, and wins their praise, which is his promotion step.

Think about it!If those dignitaries came to this hospital and still remembered him, Dr. Cui, and asked him to be treated by name, would there be anyone in the hospital who he should be afraid of?

The dean of the hospital is nothing more than a servant butler in front of those dignitaries.

So in the treatment of the car accident, he was just doing the things he was familiar with as before.

In that car accident, the out-of-date artist was not seriously injured. Dr. Cui knew that the other party had drunk, and drank a lot, and he might even have touched illegal drugs, the kind with hallucinogenic effects. As for the others The various causes are countless.

But what does that matter?

The other party is a patient, and he is a doctor, and he persists in treating the disease and saving the patient. This is such a touching and touching case.

The old society turned people into ghosts, but the scary thing is that these ghosts thought they were human beings.

The darkness, like sinking in the mud, pulled them to a deeper and darker interior, sinking and sinking continuously, never seeing the sun.

There is no second day in the sky, and there is no second day in the sky, but who knows, even the original sun in Nanbang's sky has lost its flame, and only sprinkled distorted darkness.

Nurse Jin was just an intern nurse at that time. This little nurse from a remote area had a different look from most of her colleagues. With tenderness and compassion, she tried her best to smile and treat every patient, no matter the person was powerful or powerful. Still poor, it seems that in her eyes there are only patients waiting for treatment and patients who have been cured.

ridiculous!madness!

How can the hospital run well with such idiots? !

Dr. Cui looked down on such an idiot from the bottom of his heart, and even said her words often came in from one ear and out from the other.

Even if the other party begged him to go to the emergency room, or to review those dirty patients who didn't have much oil and water, he would often do it perfunctorily - when he had that time, he would tell the powerful guests how to take care of their bodies and how to be better Is it bad to maintain the quality of nightlife?

So after the car accident, even if Nurse Jin saw the tragic image of the mother and daughter in the operating room on the other side, she was so anxious to find a doctor to give them first aid, but she couldn't do it at all.

The capable Dr. Cui turned a deaf ear to it, and apart from him, there were only a few interns in such a large hospital, which were useless, and some of them were not even qualified to enter the operating room.

Nurse Jin looked at Dr. Cui—the current Nurse Jin looked at the current Dr. Cui, as if in a lifetime.

In her impression, the mean and proud Dr. Cui collapsed suddenly when he walked into the second operating room.

After seeing the person on the operating table, he collapsed on the ground like crazy, crying loudly—then he tried to rescue him, and tried hard.

While trembling his hands, he was crying like a lunatic, trying to treat the countless fatal injuries on the wounded with a technique that was so clumsy that the interns couldn't stand it.

Of course, nothing could be done.

Nothing can be done...

Half of the little girl's face was worn away, and she was trembling with pain, but even when she said in a weak voice, 'It hurts...it hurts...', she still tried hard to lift it up. hand, to comfort Dr. Cui.

Nurse Jin still remembers what she said very clearly.

She said——Xiaoyuan doesn't cry, neither does Dad...

After saying that, she didn't cry anymore.

Because there are no more tears that can flow from the child's bright and clear eyes.

And Dr. Cui was holding the dead body of the child, crying like a heart-piercing wild wolf...

Nanbang has wolves, many of them.

But there were not many doctors in Nanbang, and after that day there was one less.

Some people said that Dr. Cui was hit too hard and became depressed, while others said that Dr. Cui had offended people he shouldn't have offended. Those rich and powerful people just said a word, and the hospital fired him, and even signed a contract with the industry. The restrictions within the contract are blocked.

Some people even say that Dr. Cui is dead. He jumped into the river and died. He saw it with his own eyes. The Sansang chaebol enthusiastically installed a neon billboard, advising those who jumped off the bridge to cherish life. The so-called Suicide Bridge.

Every year, many people jump off the bridge and fall into the Han River from the bridge. The Samsang chaebol responded to the official call by installing neon signs on the bridge, installing a helpline, and installing billboards that rotate photos of delicious food and warm family photos , when those lights are on, the words of advice will also be on.

[Are you tired? 】

【How are you recently? 】

【Do you have any troubles? 】

[Go and see those you love. 】

【Your wife and children are still waiting for you to eat at home. 】

As a result, in one year, the number of people jumping from the Suicide Bridge increased sixfold. On average, every three days, one person could not resist climbing onto the bridge and jumping off.

Nurse Jin thought that Dr. Cui was among them. Although she wanted to ask about the news, her colleagues seemed to have forgotten about that person. A very sad and regretful person.

But it was just back then, it was like having a nightmare, and when I woke up, I wouldn't remember that I was very excited.

But she never thought that that person would appear here, just appear in front of her, even holding the scalpel again.

He is not young anymore, with gray hair on his forehead, and wrinkles like entanglements of regret, covering his face - he was only in his 30s when he left, but these years have passed, but looking at his face, he looks As tired as a 70-year-old man.

Only those eyes, those eyes seemed to reflect the stars.

It was a light she hadn't seen in a long time.

I have never seen it in the people around me, and I have not seen it in my own eyes for a long time.

She wanted to cry a little, she didn't know why, she just wanted to cry, as if one day she looked in the mirror and saw the past.

"Hemostatic forceps." Dr. Cui stretched out his hand, and said in a calm voice, "Pay attention to blood pressure, the wounded part is close to the heart, and some important blood vessels may be injured... Strange..."

He whispered to himself, looking at the wounded man's chest: "What's the matter with his injury? It looks like he's healed, but the blood inside is still there?"

Nurse Jin, who came back to her senses, rolled her throat, and hurriedly handed over the matching medical equipment: "Cui...Dr. Cui, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Dr. Cui moved his fingers steadily, and gently pressed Uncle Xianyu's wound: "Although I haven't had an operation for so many years, I have never been more awake than today, not even back then. .”

Even when he was the most skilled in medicine back then, he didn't have the power to control his mind as he does now.

The scalpel in his hand is like an extension of his own fingers, and the tactile sensation of cutting the texture is subtly fed back, and a three-dimensional image is outlined one by one, as if he has simulated it millions of times in his mind.

When the blade paused, the incision was just right, and even the patient's own physiological reaction was considered subconsciously, without any accidents—this was the mighty power bestowed on him by the gods, teaching him the mysteries hidden in this flesh and blood.

Nurse Jin pursed her lips and remained silent.

In fact, the atmosphere in the operating room shouldn't be so dull. Apart from the fact that the chief surgeon was exhausted and unwilling to talk due to multiple operations in a row, the normal atmosphere in the operating room was actually quite brisk.

The doctor will discuss some things with the nurses, discuss the patient's condition, discuss the level of the injury and lesion compared with similar patients, or drag the topic to other matters that are short in the parents.

If the atmosphere in the operating room has become dull and serious for no reason of fatigue, then it can only mean that the patients on the operating table are in dire straits—that’s what the patients’ families don’t want to see .

But these interesting stories in the industry are not enough for outsiders. Nurse Jin wanted to say something, but swallowed it, and just quietly cooperated with Dr. Cui.

On the contrary, the latter seemed to have regained the confidence of the past, with a calm face cleaning the wound, hemostasis and sutures in an orderly manner, and softly asked about her situation.

"How have you been all these years?"

"……fine."

"Are you married? I remember that intern named Park or something, who has been chasing you."

"He married the Dean's youngest daughter."

"Heh, the dean's youngest daughter weighs more than 300 catties, he really is..."

"Yeah, he's the deputy dean now, but he seemed to be caught taking care of his lover some time ago, so he didn't come to work during this time."

"Still not enough manpower?"

"Nature is not enough."

"It's quite a mess tonight. I didn't see any other doctors. Just you guys?"

"Dr. Li and Dr. Nan are both here, but they are doing surgery on the other side. They probably didn't notice what's going on outside. The other doctors didn't come. They called to say they had something to do and didn't want to come out."

"Who is the current director? Not here?"

"Director Du said that his mother was ill and wanted to go back and take a look, so he asked for a leave of absence."

"His mother died a long time ago, and she is still using this excuse to ask for leave. Back then, I personally attended his mother's funeral, which was poorly organized."

"I heard that his wife...is the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law not very good?"