The ICU is both a place of gold and a place of death. It is both a waiting hall and a transfer station.
To the left is the entrance to the General Ward; to the right is the elevator to the mortuary. In the evening, the door is crowded with people laying on the floor. Although these families meet briefly in one place, they each have their own way home.
"Duan Lixuan family in it?" The Nurse's voice is not big, but very penetrative.
Several men from the ground up the wheel, nervously staggered forward: "In! In!"
"It's all right. Go to the special ward. Help Me Out."
A few big men, like children, cheered.
"Thank you! Thank you!""Oh, my heart, I'm scared to death.""Don't block the aisle! Come and hold the hanging bottle for Brother Number Two!"
Chen Xinan stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the group with interest. A bald head, a green stubble. One cockscomb, one bucktooth. And a tall, Fat Man with a dragon tattooed on his arm. Looks like a lot of years, the scales are all dizzy, look like a salt ribbon fish.
At this time the leader of the bald recognized him, politely hunched forward: "Dr. Chen, now free? I want to ask you something."
He was still wearing that fancy blood-stained t-shirt, and he didn't seem to leave for a moment.
Chen Xinan smiled and nodded: "You ask."
Bald dragged him to the side of the floor, picked up a red paper bag handed up: "See you too busy to eat. Brothers bought you some shark fin, Patch."
Chen Xinan glanced at the eye bag and saw an envelope beside the tonic. He quietly pushed back: "I accept the heart, you take back the things it."
Chen Xinan never accepted gifts, whether cigarettes, alcohol or cash. Not feel insulted, but not too little. I'm too busy to deal with it.
If he gets a red envelope today, it's a gift. Medical activity is full of uncertainty, no one can imagine what will happen tomorrow. Even if a patient leaves the hospital safely, he or she must think twice before turning down future requests. So before he could say anything more, Chen changed the subject: "I heard from the nurse here that his family hasn't arrived yet."
"Far away. Malaysia."
"Malaysia, there are eight or nine hours to come back." Chen Shinan did not agree to shake his head, "Such a serious injury, the family should be present."
"Well, his brother's a little special. It's hard to get back."
"Just a brother? Where are his parents?"
Bald this time just laughed twice, did not speak.
Chen Xinan looked at him up and down, pretending to joke casually: "Look at your posture, how to say? Social People?"
Bald face a bit embarrassed, raised his hand and rubbed the back of the neck: "No. Serious people.".
The meaning of the word"Social man" in the language system of Northeast China is rather subtle. He is the abbreviation of the underworld. In a broad sense, it refers to having a strong network of relationships. There is no clear boundary between the two layers of meaning, which can only be judged by context.
But either way, 'Social Man' is at the top of the food chain. And the northeast also subsequently derived a culture, called the outfit 'Social Man' . It's like Bay's mimicry in nature. It's a survival strategy.
For example, the white butterfly mimics the venomous butterfly, the milk snake mimics the coral snake, and the deer moth mimics the wasp. One species mimics another powerful species to protect itself from being hunted.
The same is true of humans. Indians mimic fierceness by painting their faces; Americans mimic strength by being gun-crazy; real estate agents mimic wealth by wearing suits.
And in the northeast, mimicry social person, there are probably a few ways.
First, the hair. The most powerful deterrent is the bald head. No hair, visual features are more prominent, giving a sense of evil. The other is a buzz cut, green stubble, this looks more ruffian, ruthless. Again is pheasant head, head high, give a person a kind of Mo Yi Laozi's irascibility. Again some cover head and cannon head, but relatively low-end, belong to fast street yo son.
With haircuts and fancy clothes. The Big Tiger, the skull, the eagle, the dragon, the goddess of mercy, the more conspicuous the better. The bottom wear xixi body pants, wear a little better fashion brand, Big Brother wear luxury brands. Especially big labels like Donkey, Gucci, Gianni Versace S.p.A. , Armani. Flashy, maybe in mink. However, the wearer of a mink may not be the real big brother, because a mink may be a fake mink.
In addition to clothes, there are other cosmetic elements: tattoos, watches, jewelry, luxury cars, soft China, loud voice, can drink, gift weight and so on. The more elements there are, the more social they look. And in front of these men, no doubt very social, and even social to the point of unbearable.
Chen Xinan asks Bald is social person, it is to imply a kind of uneasiness and antagonism. It means: I don't want to get involved in social affairs, and I don't want to have human relations.
Baldy replied that it is installed, but also let him rest assured. I intend to have normal contact with you, with no deeper purpose.
Chen Xinan smiles to clap bald head arm, change the tone of familiar tenderness: "How to call?"
"Just call me da Liang." Seeing that Chen Xinan no longer rejected him, da Liang pressed the paper bag into his arms, "Hey, take this. I asked around, and said doctors aren't happy to cut people if their families don't show up. Brothers are dumb, so be careful with this."
"Hey. That's what I do. You're welcome." Chen shied back and forth, his hands in his white coat. "But last night, your older brother said he would treat me to dinner. I remember that."
This words A, big bright smiled, laugh very hearty. He patted his thighs and nodded. "Oh, yes. Yes!"
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Duan Lixuan was sent to the building next door, where is different from the general inpatient special ward. As soon as I walked in the door, the scene was very different. In the general ward, there are extra beds in the hallways. But here is bright and clean, as spacious as a hotel lobby. All wards are more than 50 square suites, air conditioning, refrigerators, drinking fountains, microwave ovens and other facilities. Of course, the cost of bed is also very considerable, 800 Yuan a day.
And ordinary four people room a day only 30 yuan, a month down is the difference of 23,000.
$23,000. Maybe it's just someone's meal. But for many more, it's a year's income.
The special wards of the second hospital were expanded the year before last, and at that time there were quite a few controversies. Some people think of health care as a service. Paying for better service is like flying first class. But others argue that health care is a public resource and should be treated equally. Special treatment for the rich will make it harder for the general public to see a doctor.
Even though there were more objections, the expansion of the special wards went ahead as scheduled, and the ribbon was cut as scheduled.
Looking at the special ward environment, Chen Xinan feel good a lot. If just now he felt sad for Duan Lixuan's loneliness, then at this moment he felt lucky for Duan Lixuan's wealth.
After all, money is important to a doctor. The cost of the operation was nearly 30,000 yuan, and the follow-up treatment was 100,000 yuan in any case. In a hospital, life has a price. No one can afford to live just because he wants to.
Chen Xinan is off duty today, and the phone is off at the moment. He took off his white coat and sat outside to chat with some of his brothers. Between chats, two groups of people come in again. But apparently no 'five King Kong' has the right to speak, don't sit on the sofa, talk is more echoed.
Chen could sense from the conversation that the group was not well-educated but well-thought-out; that their manners were brusque but polite; that they called each other by nicknames but in an orderly fashion.
"Peng! Go to the hotel to pack two vegetables, Dr. Chen hasn't eaten yet!"
Peng a carp jumped up and down. "Do you have any taboos, Dr. Chen?"
Chen Xinan said politely: "No, you eat. I'm leaving now."
"Don't ya! Just a few brothers also have to eat, we together." ROC bared a row of camel-like teeth, "You have to go home is not the whole? More Lively."
Chen Xinan sees their kindheartedness difficult to give up, then also no longer shirks: "Good. That rubs you a meal."
Mirs forefoot just go, big bright came to his side whispered: "Dr. Chen. Two brother that beard... how to shave?"
Chen Xinan does not take seriously: "Does not shave the nose oxygen tube dislocation. Moreover I looked that he rubs also very itchy, the total tendon nose."
The Big Bright face shows difficult facial expression, want to talk to stop of appearance.
"What's Wrong?"
"Brother No. 2 has a nice beard. He needs someone to fix it. He can't move it easily."
"Huh? Someone to fix it?"
I Don't blame Chen Xinan. Duan Lixuan this mustache, but also a little heavier than green skin. He didn't shave for three days, but he couldn't understand why he had to find someone to fix it.
But he still didn't take it to heart: "Stay is, the hospital is still based on convenient care. Besides, shaving is also pretty good-looking, small."
"Ah Ma this can not say!" Big Bright patted his thigh, as if to hear the forbidden words, "Don't say that in front of your second brother. He hates it when people say he's young. If he asks you to guess how old he is, say 35."
"Where's 35? Shave's only two..."
"Oh, don't say the second-in-command!" Daliang leaned in front of his face, telling him seriously, "He is willing to listen to the old. You say he is 85, don't even say 25."
Chen Xinan ha ha laughs, tone spoils ground to promise a way: "Good good. He wants to ask, I say 35."