Chapter 250: Doctors are not gods
After knowing the whole story, the audience in the live broadcast room were silent.
Looking at the collapsed doctor, they didn't know what to say for a while.
"Obviously, obviously we have tried our best, this is the best result..."
"The old man was still saying yesterday that the operation was very successful, avoiding amputation, and can walk normally, but just a little bit of a slope..."
"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be... He shouldn't be the one injured..."
The young doctor's words, every word was like a big stick, hitting the hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room.
[I don't know what's going on? My tears fell]
[So, a doctor, now his life or death is unknown, saving the dying and the wounded but got such a result]
[So good people will be rewarded? 】
【I know this doctor, he is an old man with good medical skills. My dad broke his leg a few years ago and it was this doctor who performed the surgery】
【So, why would a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded suffer such a thing? 】
【As a medical student, I am also very confused now. What is the purpose of learning these things?】
【Don't be so self-indulgent. Do you know how much they are paid? We pay so much for medical bills, and they show us, this is not what we should do]
[That's right, we pay, so they should obey us]
[The idiot above, when did doctors become a service industry? If you want to enjoy services, go to a hotel. Doctors save lives and heal the wounded]
[You are saying this here, but when you can't pay the medical bills, you won't say this anymore]
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When the young doctor saw the words in the barrage of the live broadcast room, his mood, which had eased a lot, immediately became tense, and his heart felt as if it was being squeezed.
“Medical expenses, those medicines you take and those machines you use, don’t they cost money? The medical expenses cannot go to us doctors. Even in ancient times, you had to pay for medical treatment. Our salary is the same as that of ordinary people.”
He looked at the barrage of comments complaining about medical expenses on the screen with bloodshot eyes.
"We are just ordinary people. We have to survive too. Let's take off our clothes. We also have families. We have elderly parents and young children to take care of. Why can't we get a salary?"
And then he continued, "Ordinary people only spend four years in college for undergraduate studies, but we need five years for undergraduate studies, two years for regular training, and three years for graduate studies. We also need more than three years of clinical experience, and it takes more than 10 years to train a doctor."
"Our salary is the same as that of ordinary people. It is not higher than that of ordinary people, and we don't make as much money as you think. When he is busy, my master, an old man in his 50s, performs eight operations in 40 hours in a row. His salary is more than 20,000 yuan. Is it a lot?"
"More than 20,000 yuan. In our city, it is difficult to support a family of three."
Then he opened the door again and said to the person on the screen.
"All these people are waiting for my master to have surgery. No one dares to perform my master's surgery except himself. If these people delay for one or two days, they will face the risk of amputation."
Many people were standing at the door of the doctor's office.
These people's families had people waiting for the old man to have surgery. Some of them were kneeling on the ground begging.
Their hope was in the emergency room.
"Aren't we working hard enough? Haven't we done well enough?"
Every word and sentence of the doctor shouted out the grievance in his heart.
After that, he closed the door and did not talk to those people outside.
Mu Li sighed. This young doctor was obviously getting stuck in a rut.
The young doctor looked at the screen and said to Mu Li: "I know you are very powerful and you can calculate a lot of things. Tell me, how can we save the old man from life-threatening danger?"
Mu Li opened his third eye and fell silent after reading it.
That old doctor, today is his death date.
As the saying goes, if King Yan tells you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who can keep you until five o'clock?
It's too late to save him.
His heart was pierced directly, and he was old. The result of the rescue...
Mu Li didn't say anything. The young doctor was not a fool and saw it at a glance.
As a doctor, he was prepared in his heart.
A long piece of fruit pierced directly through the left atrium. It would be very difficult to survive.
"It shouldn't be him. The old man's daughter is going to get married in a few days..."
Just two days ago, the old doctor brought a bunch of invitations and gave each doctor in the office one. He
said proudly that his daughter was going to get married and invited them to dinner.
The young doctor also got one, and then the old doctor patted him on the shoulder with a melancholy look on his face: "You are not young anymore. When are you going to find a partner? You are about the same age as my daughter. Seeing you is like seeing my daughter. You haven't found a partner yet. I am worried even if you are not anxious."
The young doctor seemed to still see the joyful atmosphere of the whole office that day.
Now the whole office is quiet. Many doctors are hiding in another office because of fear.
He was the only one in the whole office, in the lounge.
They said he was asked to wait for other patients here, but there was no one there now. When you encounter such a thing, everyone will hide if possible.
Mu Li was also helpless, and suddenly thought of something.
It seemed that he had made a decision.
Then he asked the doctor: "Can you send me your current address, and then ask how long the doctor's vital signs can be maintained now, maybe I can change the outcome if I go there."
The doctor seemed to have heard something and immediately raised his head.
"I'm in the Central Hospital of xx City, xx Province."
Mu Li searched on his mobile phone and quickly found the place.
He looked at the nearest train and it only took about an hour to get there.
There was still half an hour before departure. If you hurry over now, you should be able to make it.
Mu Li calculated the time, then pinched his hands to figure out the remaining time for the old doctor.
It was almost enough.
Then he said to the doctor on the other side: "I will go to your place right now, you go to confirm the old doctor's vital signs, and then pick me up at the hospital gate in an hour and a half."
Then he said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "I'm sorry everyone, I may have to leave for a while, and I'm not sure when I will be back, but I have to do something important."
The audience in the live broadcast room heard the conversation between the two people and immediately knew that Mu Li was going to save people.
[Host, go ahead. We will always be here.]
[Next time you broadcast live, if the old doctor can survive the life-threatening situation, I will give you one month's salary.]
[If he can survive the danger, I will give you 100 carnivals.]
[Go ahead, host, come on. You must save the old doctor.]
...
Mu Li looked at the bullet screen on the screen, nodded, turned it off, and immediately took a taxi after the live broadcast.
Before his car arrived, Susan had already appeared at the gate of the villa.
"Let's go. I'll take you there!"