There are many good hospitals and good doctors in Beijing, but there are more patients. Every tertiary hospital is crowded with patients, especially the pediatric ward. Zhong Meihui wants to go to the pediatric department to see which expert can treat Chu Ruowang's disease. , but was blocked by various wheelchairs and bed frames along the way.

"Doctor, look at my child quickly. My child has cramps!"

"Doctor, please save my child. He got stuck in a peanut and now he can't breathe."

There are so many emergencies in the pediatric ward that the medical staff have no time to deal with them. They can only classify the patients and give priority to those with serious conditions. Children like Chu Ruowang, whose conditions are not immediately life-threatening, do not need to be sent here at all.

"If you are in this situation, go to the outpatient clinic. This is the pediatric emergency department. You may have to wait until midnight for your turn." A mother who was about to leave the observation room saw Zhong Meihui standing there helplessly when she saw Zhong Meihui holding such a small child. , and immediately pointed out a clear path for her.

Only then did Zhong Meihui realize that she was in the wrong place. She quickly stood in line in another line and looked at the photos on the wall. She found that the most conspicuous person was a pediatrician named Professor Tong. His photo was more beautiful than the others. The people are much larger and placed above everyone's photos.

Zhong Meihui looked at Professor Tong's area of ​​expertise, which was the respiratory tract that is most likely to cause problems in children, and was exactly similar to Chu Ruowang's condition.

Zhong Meihui wanted to get an expert account for her child, but found that the expert account had been discontinued long ago, especially that Professor Tong’s expert account didn’t even have a plus number.

"It's not even eight o'clock in the morning yet. Why did the call stop so soon? Isn't it just the beginning?" Zhong Meihui grabbed a nurse's arm and wanted to beg her to ask the expert to see if she could give her more. Children add a number.

Zhong Meihui was anxious, but the nurse had no expression on her face, which made her feel that she was being despised. She lowered her head and glanced at herself, and found that she was still wearing home clothes, and even the slippers under her feet were worn out because she had come out in such a hurry. , turned into different colors.

She felt that the nurse refused to increase the number because she was not dressed gorgeously. If she changed into the clothes she wore at work, the nurse would definitely say nice things to her.

"It is difficult to grab the expert account. Some people came last night and have been laying on the floor in front of the hospital. Even so, you may not be able to grab it. If you come here at this time, you will definitely not be able to catch up. How about you go to the ordinary account and check it out? .”

After the nurse saw Chu Ruowang's situation, she felt that it was not a big problem. The ordinary account was enough, and calling the expert account was a waste of resources.

But Zhong Meihui was afraid that the ordinary doctors were not experienced enough and would cause the child to suffer a lot, so she insisted on seeing an expert.

"Sister, you can go directly to Professor Tong to talk about your situation and see if you can add another number?"

Everyone suggested that Zhong Meihui go to an expert to plead for mercy. Professor Tong was always soft-hearted, and he might be able to give her an extra number, but this kind of extra number would probably be canceled in the end, and even if she was placed in the queue, she would have to wait until the evening.

"Sister, how about we change to another expert? The other pediatric experts are not bad, and there aren't as many as Professor Tong here."

Other patients asked Zhong Meihui not to hang herself on a tree. Anyway, this is a tertiary hospital, and even ordinary doctors are not bad.

Zhong Meihui looked at Chu Ruowang in her arms. His throat was more swollen than before and he couldn't wait that long.

"You want to register your child as an expert? I have a way." When Zhong Meihui was anxious and anxious, a young man handed Zhong Meihui a business card with the words Passepartout: Old Hao.

This name puzzled Zhong Meihui. She looked at the introduction on the back of the business card and realized that she had met a scalper.

"I see that the child's illness is serious, so there must be no delay. I have the numbers of all the experts and professors here. You can call any one you want, and you can get priority for medical treatment. I can go through the hospitalization procedures quickly and guarantee a bed. This is not something that everyone can have." Ability."

Old Hao said that he was very familiar with the hospital and had established various channels a few years ago. Not only was the expert number not a problem, but even for CT and MRI examinations, one could skip the queue and get the examination results in advance.

"Anyway, choose me to ensure a smooth journey for you."

The talk made by this old man Hao made Zhong Meihui feel that he was bragging. She naturally knew that the scalpers had connections in the hospital and had to give benefits to various departments.

If it was an expert account from several departments, Zhong Meihui believed he could get it, but with such a wide range of business, it would inevitably make people think that he was overly boasting about his strength.

"Can your expert number be authentic? What if I pay the money and your expert number is fake!" Zhong Meihui is willing to spend a high price to treat Chu Ruowang, but she doesn't want the money to be defrauded directly. .

"I've been working here for so many years and I won't lie to you. Let's go to the pediatrician now and ask him to add a number for you. You can pay after you see the number."

Old Hao worked very happily. He took Zhong Meihui directly to the pediatrician's office. This pediatrician was an authority on pediatrics. He had rescued many dying children. However, he was old and was on duty at the hospital. There are not many visits, and I usually only spend two and a half days here every week.

Old Hao looked at the time and asked Zhong Meihui to hurry up and make a decision. Otherwise, Professor Tong would go home directly during the lunch break, and she would have no way to ask for money.

"Okay, how much is an account? I'll buy it now." Zhong Meihui was anxious to see her child. As long as this scalper could bring her to the real child director, she didn't mind spending an extra sum.

"It's easy to talk, it's 500 yuan per number. If you pay now, I will take you there immediately." Old Hao held out five fingers and spoke in a very relaxed tone, as if he was talking about 5 yuan.

"So expensive!" 500 yuan is not a big deal to Zhong Meihui, but for the family members of patients who come all the way here to see their families, it is an astronomical figure, not to mention that serious illness cannot only come back once or twice. This expense will be several thousand dollars more.

For many people, a few thousand dollars is equivalent to a life.

"This is my honest price. Look at the child's face turning purple. Which is more important, the 500 yuan or your child? I see that your clothes are not bad. Why are you so careless when it comes to spending money on your child?" I’m willing to give it up.”

Old Haoren deliberately made Chu Ruowang's condition very serious, which made Zhong Meihui panic. She quickly took out 500 yuan and asked Old Haoren to take her to a pediatrician.

"No problem, I can do it right away if I have the money." The scalper took Zhong Meihui directly to Professor Tong's office, walked in and whispered a few words, got a plus number, and gave Zhong Meihui priority to see a doctor. This kind of At this moment, Zhong Meihui once again realized the importance of money making ability.

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