"Poor people don't have much savings, and they feel uncomfortable living beyond their means and can't last long. Even if the patient's hospitalization expenses can be reimbursed, other daily expenses are still very large... If you can find a part-time job in the hospital cafeteria, you can take care of the patients on the one hand, and
There can be some income.”
"You-" Brother Luo's mouth started to tremble, and his whole body was trembling. Look carefully, his eyes were about to turn red.
"If you think my suggestion is not good -" Xie Wanying suddenly stopped mid-sentence when she saw the other party's sudden movement.
With a bang, Brother Luo squatted on the ground, held his head with both hands and grabbed his hair. After a while, he grabbed his fist and smashed it on himself like a sandbag.
He regretted it, he really regretted it. What had he done before? He thought he was doing justice, but in the end he shook his fist at someone who was in a similar situation to himself.
It is easy for laypeople to form a collective wrong impression of a certain profession after hearsay and ignore individual differences. For example, most people think that doctors with high incomes are only rich people.
Yes, the income level of doctors should be said to be in the upper-middle class in society. This is undeniable. However, doctors have to study for many years before entering work, and the investment is huge. These costs need to be calculated. Just like people in other industries
, even if they have a high income, each doctor’s family background and personal life are different. For various reasons, it is absolutely impossible for his personal assets to reach the average wealth in the industry. For example, Dr. Zhang Tinghai has been working hard to help his father pay off his huge debt.
Woolen cloth.
Brother Luo's situation is easy to be incited by what others say, coupled with some special experiences of his own. Kind people are the easiest to be deceived and set on fire. There are many intrigues in the world. Don't let kind people and kind people
People fighting among themselves is probably the most important and difficult link in doctor-patient disputes to resolve.
"I'm sorry-" Brother Luo's intermittent choking sounds came from between his arms.
Xie Wanying stretched out her hand, feeling like Teacher Du, patting the patient's family members' shoulders steadily to comfort them: It's okay, it's okay.
"I will surrender." Brother Luo solemnly promised her again.
After seeing Brother Luo off, it was already dark outside. It didn't snow tonight, and the cold wind blowing in front of me was not much better than on a snowy day. The temperature in the north was very low. When walking out of the inpatient department, Xie Wanying wrapped the scarf around her neck twice more.
lock up.
The street lights outside the hospital were dim at night, and two white headlights flashed in the dark sky. Then I heard the car door open with a click, and someone got out of the car.
"Xie Wanying, come here."
The man held the car door, his tall figure facing the darkness, and shouted to her.
This voice belonged to Senior Chang. He originally planned to turn a corner and walk to the bus stop, but now he could only turn back and approach the car. When he got closer, he saw that Senior was driving a stylish white Mercedes-Benz.
As her mother said, being a doctor earns a lot of money and is a way for poor families to live a good life. She has to work hard.
"Do you like my new car?" Seeing her staring at his car, Chang Jiawei's eyes turned into two fox lines and he said.
Xie Wanying raised her head and didn't know how to answer. She didn't like cars, but she liked the feeling once she was really rich.
Looking at her bright eyes that were as bright as moonlight in the dark night, Chang Jiawei swallowed involuntarily.