Vice President Zhao came over probably to test the waters. He had only been gone a few minutes when a doctor from the internal medicine department brought over two patients.
According to Western medicine, both patients, one male and one female, had stomach cancer.
Once the patients arrived, Li Chu immediately began questioning them and taking their pulses without saying a word.
The woman's condition was caused by damage to her spleen and stomach due to worry, anger, emotional distress, and unclean diet, leading to disharmony between the liver and stomach.
The situation is different for men. They suffer from a deficiency of vital energy, a weak spleen and stomach, coupled with emotional imbalances, irregular eating habits over a long period of time, and phlegm stagnation, heat toxins and blood stasis obstructing the stomach, accumulating into lumps and causing illness.
According to Li Chu, once he prescribed the medicine, the two people could go home and come back for a follow-up visit three days later after finishing the medicine. However, he saw that the internal medicine department did not seem to be willing to discharge the patients, so he did not say anything more.
Of course, they weren't doing it to earn more hospital fees; they probably just wanted to keep the patient close for observation.
However, the medicine prescribed by Li Chu only costs a few yuan. Although he hasn't gone to get the price yet, he estimates that the three days' worth of medicine will cost no more than two yuan. It's not like the hospital fees are more expensive than the medicine.
After prescribing the medication for each of them, he casually asked, "Both of you can get reimbursed, right?"
The woman nodded casually: "Yes, doctor."
The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "Doctor, this might be a little troublesome for me. I haven't been reimbursed for my medication from two years ago. Could you give me a cheaper prescription?"
Li Chu paused for a moment upon hearing this, then gently shook his head: "Don't worry, the medicine I prescribed for you costs at most two yuan. However, this is only the first course. Based on my judgment, you'll need to take it for at least eight courses, so..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but he believed the man should be able to understand what he meant.
Before the man could say anything, the internal medicine doctor who had come with them said, "Director Li, this is just an outstanding bill for now. There's no problem with the treatment. As for how to settle the later costs, we'll talk about that later."
His words reminded Li Chu that hospitalization can now be charged on credit, unlike in the future when you have to pay first and then be told you don't have the money.
"Then it's alright." Li Chu nodded and looked at the male patient, saying, "Since it's on credit, don't worry about it too much. Your illness is largely related to your emotions, so you need to learn to control your emotions and think about things that make you happy. No matter what, your health is the most important thing."
"Thank you, doctor. I understand."
Seeing the male patient's still furrowed brows and dejected expression, Li Chu felt somewhat helpless.
Every family has its own troubles. Who knows what caused this person's emotional imbalance? I just hope he can think more positively and recover his health before thinking about anything else.
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He was quite confident about the woman, even though she seemed down when she first came in. But when she heard that there was a high chance her illness could be cured, her spirits immediately lifted.
Her reaction indicates that she will definitely cooperate fully with the treatment, which makes her the best patient.
But this man is a different story. If the patient is uncooperative or has a death wish, even calling in a god might not be able to help.
He was just a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, not a psychology expert, so he couldn't help in this situation.
After handing the prescriptions to the two patients and explaining some precautions, Li Chu asked the internal medicine doctor to take them to get their medicine.
After the two patients left, he did not continue seeing patients but went back to his office at the back.
Now that we're here, let's finish writing this application and submit it.
Once the approval is granted, if we encounter another patient who may not have the money for treatment, we can apply for a reduction or exemption for them.
This will prevent patients from having to wait to die at home because of financial constraints.
Li Chu has always believed that the greatest tragedy is when ordinary people are unable to receive effective treatment because they don't have enough money.
I'm really sorry, but there isn't a very good treatment for your condition right now.
If you can't get treatment because of medical limitations, there's nothing anyone can do; you can only blame your bad luck.
Like many cancer patients, the surgery was successful and chemotherapy was continued, but how long they can live depends on fate.
However, if it's changed to, "I'm really sorry, you don't have enough money in your account, so we can't continue your treatment. You should ask your family to find a way to raise the money quickly."
Isn't that incredibly ironic?
It was precisely because of this that Li Chu was summoned to meetings by the health department several times, and he always unequivocally opposed the excessive marketization of the medical industry.
Marketization is not impossible. Just like in Europe and America, private medical institutions can be established, providing a choice for the wealthy.
Ordinary people can choose public hospitals, and public hospitals are strictly prohibited from calculating profits and losses.
All its funding should come from government investment, including staff salaries, just as it is now.
At the very least, we must ensure that every ordinary person can afford to see a doctor.
The task is arduous and the road ahead is long.
This is all he can do to the best of his ability.
Now that I've come to this world and still have a tiny bit of a voice, I should do something about it.
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"Little stinky baby, look what that is? Fish, so many fish!"
"Ah ah..."
"Yes, there are so many fish. Shall we feed them together?"
"Ah ah..."
The sun in mid-April feels warm and pleasant on the skin.
Li Chu stood on the wooden bridge in the back garden, holding her child. She broke off pieces of a steamed bun and threw them into the lake, attracting a large group of red carp to scramble for the food. Some even jumped out of the water, making the little rascal giggle and clap his hands from time to time.
Several dogs lay lazily at his feet, their big tails sweeping across the ground.
"oh"
The little stinky baby, who was laughing happily, suddenly pointed to the northwest corner of the back garden.
"oh oh"
"What?" Li Chu glanced in the direction he was pointing.
"No, we can't go to that place."
I don't know why, but ever since he took the little rascal to the northwest corner that day when he had nothing to do, the child always wants to go there whenever he comes to the back garden.
That's where the first Blackie and its offspring are buried.
"oh oh……"
Seeing that his grandfather was still standing still, the little boy became somewhat unwilling and began to struggle in his arms.
"Be a good boy/girl, let's not go over there, okay? Grandpa will sing you a song."
Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no tail, one has no ears, how strange…
This trick works quite well. As soon as he starts humming a song, the little guy immediately snuggles up in his arms and listens attentively.
As he sang, he slowly walked towards the backyard. He couldn't stay here any longer; the little guy had a good memory, and if he stayed here, he would still want to go over there after he finished singing.
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