"Poor people don't have much savings, and the feeling of not being able to make ends meet is very uncomfortable and can't last long. Even if the patient's hospitalization fee can be reimbursed, other daily expenses are still very high. If I can find a part-time job in the hospital cafeteria, I can take care of the patients and earn some income at the same time."
"You——" Brother Luo's mouth trembled, and his whole body followed suit. Looking closely, his eyes were about to turn red.
"If you think my suggestion is not so good..." Xie Wanying stopped talking halfway because she saw the other party suddenly move.
With a bang, Brother Luo squatted on the ground, hugged his head with both hands and grabbed his hair fiercely. After a while, he raised his fists and hit himself hard like a sandbag.
He regretted it, really regretted it. What had he done before? He thought he was doing justice, but ended up punching someone who was in a similar situation as himself.
It is easy for laymen to form a collective wrong impression of a profession based on hearsay and ignore individual differences. For example, most people think that doctors with high incomes are all rich people.
Yes, the income level of doctors is considered to be in the upper middle class in society, and this is undeniable. After all, doctors study for many years before entering the workforce, and the investment itself is huge, and these costs need to be calculated. Just like people in other industries, even if they have high incomes, each doctor has a different family background and personal life. For various reasons, it is impossible for personal assets to reach the same level of wealth in the industry. For example, Dr. Zhang Tinghai has been working hard to help his father pay off his huge debts.
Brother Luo's situation is just what he heard from others. Coupled with his own special experiences, he is easily instigated. Kind people are most likely to be deceived and incited. There are many intrigues in the world. Don't let kind people fight with each other. This is probably the most important and difficult part to solve in medical disputes.
"I'm sorry--" Brother Luo's intermittent sobs came out from between his arms.
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Xie Wanying stretched out her hand, and like Teacher Du, she patted the patient's family member on the shoulder steadily to comfort them: It's okay, it's okay.
"I will turn myself in." Brother Luo solemnly promised her again.
After seeing Brother Luo off, it was already dark outside. It didn't snow tonight, but the cold wind was not much better than a snowy day. The temperature in the north is very low. When she left the inpatient department, Xie Wanying wrapped the scarf around her neck twice more.
The street lights outside the hospital were dim at night. Two white headlights were flashing in the dark sky. Then I heard a click as a car door opened and someone got out of the car.
"Xie Wanying, come here."
The man held the car door, his tall figure against the darkness, and shouted at her.
The voice belonged to Senior Chang. I had been planning to turn around and walk to the bus stop, but now I could only turn back and walk closer to the bus. As I got closer, I saw that Senior was driving a cool white Mercedes.
Just like her mother said, being a doctor is a good way for their poor family to live a good life. She has to work hard.
"Do you like my new car?" Seeing her staring at his car, Chang Jiawei said with his eyes smiling into two fox lines.
Xie Wanying raised her head, not knowing how to answer. She didn’t like cars, but she liked the feeling of being rich.
Looking into her bright eyes that were as bright as moonlight in the dark night, Chang Jiawei swallowed involuntarily.
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