My Italy

It was approaching dusk, and Marcel's shadow grew longer. As he climbed the gentle slope in front of him, the familiar town of Graer appeared in front of him.

Looking at the town in front of him, Marcel moved his sore buttocks and drove the donkey over.

On the cobblestone road, the crisp footsteps of the donkey are very clear.

After seeing Marcel, the residents in the town greeted him warmly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Marcel."

"Doctor Marcel, you're back from a medical visit."

"Mr. Marcel..."

Facing these enthusiastic people, Marcel kept smiling and nodding, and occasionally had to answer a few questions.

It’s not that Marcel doesn’t want to talk to them, but that he still doesn’t recognize them all. Many people can’t even call them by their names. How do you ask him to greet each other?

In fact, Marcel can't be blamed for this, because he has only been here for a month, so how can he get to know everyone so quickly. As for why everyone is so enthusiastic about Marcel, who has only been here for a month, we can learn a lot from his name.

That's right, because Marcel is a doctor, the only doctor in the town.

The town of Gral is located in the northeastern corner of Sardinia. It has poor products and sparse cultivated land, and relies more on fishing and animal husbandry. There are more than 3,000 people in the town, and only a few hundred residents live in the town.

The small population and the lack of rich products have also led to widespread poverty among local residents. Therefore, Gelaer Town is not rich in commerce, and there is only one grocery store.

As for the clinic, it was Marcel's family, and he was the only one qualified to practice medicine.

The enthusiasm of the people in the town put a lot of pressure on Marcel, because he had just left school not long ago, and he was still a complete novice. If he was asked to take the lead alone, it would definitely be a lot of pressure.

Yes, Marcel graduated from Genoa Medical College. For him who graduated from a non-famous medical school, he realized after graduation that it was so difficult to find a job. He couldn't get into the national hospital, and many of the private clinics in the city didn't want him because they thought he wasn't a famous medical school. It was not easy for someone to ask for it, but they were only willing to let him be an assistant. The assistants here can actually be called apprentices. When the arrogant-looking private clinic doctor said that he would only have room and board for three years, and that he would be paid after three years, he was acting like a charity.

How could this satisfy Marcel, who was already in debt because of his studies, so after making a difficult decision, Marcel joined the medical insurance service and became a doctor who voluntarily accepted assignments.

This medical security service plan is designated by the Ministry of Health, mainly to ensure that medical services cover every town in Italy, and medical services must be provided even in remote areas.

As we all know, this medical service dislikes the poor and prefers the rich, so there are many doctors in big cities, but there may not be a single doctor in remote areas.

Of course, you can’t blame anyone for this. Doctors are human beings too, and they also need to eat.

The Italian Ministry of Health launched this service in view of the lack of medical facilities in remote areas.

Of course, the most important thing in this service is doctors and funding. In this regard, it can only be said that it is indeed not easy for the Ministry of Health.

For a novice doctor like Marcel, the Ministry of Health can only offer a monthly salary of 180 lira.

Of course, this salary is on the low side. Compared with the 350-800 lire in the city, there is a big gap. However, Marcel failed to graduate from a prestigious medical school, so he could only get less.

In addition, Marcel’s clinic in the small town of Gral is also funded by the government. It can be said that except for him, everything is provided by the government.

Of course, the government will not crack down on ambitious young people like Marcel. He only needs to serve here for five years, and then Marcel will get the opportunity to return to the city and enter a public hospital. This is also part of the Ministry of Health's reward.

Marcel's clinic is very conspicuous. Next to the church in the town, the bright red cross sign makes it obvious that this is a clinic.

After getting off the donkey and pushing the door open, Marcel put down the salted fish in his hand and the medical bag on his back.

"Doctor Marcel, you are back."

Ms. Caroline, the only nurse in the clinic, immediately discovered Marcel.

"Yes, Ms. Caroline, can you get me a cup of coffee?"

"Come right away."

The hot coffee was brought to Marcel. Smelling the aroma of the coffee, Marcel asked while putting sugar. "Is there anything going on today?"

Nurse Caroline, who was sorting the medicines, continued to sort out the medicine and answered. "No, there is nothing going on today. Everyone knows that you are going to Kawei Village for medical treatment today, so no one comes today."

"Okay, thank you for the coffee you brewed. It's very delicious. By the way, the salted fish you have is a gift from the enthusiastic villagers. You can't refuse even if you want."

Nurse Caroline is from a small town. Her husband is frail and sick, and there are children and elderly people at home. Life is very tight, and Marcel helps whenever he can.

"Thank you, Doctor Marcel. If you have time, my family would like to treat you to dinner."

"There will be time. I have been traveling for a long time today and I am too tired."

While the two were talking, suddenly a man hurried in with a nervous expression.

"Is Dr. Marcel here? Dr. Marcel!"

"I'm just, what's the matter?"

When the man saw Marcel standing up, he immediately stepped forward and held his hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Doctor Marcel, I am Andy from Boer Village. My sister-in-law was pregnant and gave birth today, but she couldn't stop the bleeding after giving birth. Please follow me and have a look."

Marcel felt a little dizzy after hearing Andy's words. He knew about the maternal hemorrhage, but he didn't study gynecology, and the teacher at the college only gave a general introduction. Moreover, it would be too difficult for him, a trainee doctor, to preside over this kind of surgery.

Marcel hesitated a little when he thought of this.

Seeing Dr. Marcel's expression, Andy guessed something and hurriedly talked about it. "Doctor Marcel, please don't worry, no matter how good the treatment is, we will not blame you."

Facing Andy, what can Marcel say now? He can only bite the bullet.

"Nurse Caroline, prepare hemostats, gauze, anesthesia, candles and other surgical supplies."

"Andy, you wait outside."

Life is at stake, and as a doctor, Marcel is duty-bound and steps forward to help Nurse Caroline prepare surgical instruments.

The two got ready quickly, and Nurse Caroline followed Marcel out carrying the surgery box. There was also a donkey beside Andy who was anxious outside the door. Now Marcel breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay.

"You lead the way."

"OK."

The town of Boer Village is not far away, only three or four kilometers away, and Andy's house is on the left side of the village.

When Marcel appeared with Nurse Caroline, the anxiously waiting villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor Marcel is here, Anno can be saved now."

Under the expectant eyes of the villagers, Marcel walked all the way to the bedroom that was temporarily used as the delivery room.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room. In addition to several middle-aged women, there was also a man holding a newborn baby and talking to the patient. However, when they saw Marcel, they immediately moved away. .

Marcel saw the bloodless mother at a glance, and her eyes were already a little blurry.

"Quick, prepare hot water, candles and a mirror."

Marcel couldn't care about anything else at this time and quickly asked people to prepare.

"The hot water is here."

A middle-aged woman held a hot water basin in front of him. Marcel continued to ask after washing his hands. "Who was responsible for delivering the patient before?"

"it's me."

A middle-aged woman stood up.

"Tell me about the previous situation and how long the bleeding lasted."

Taking advantage of the time to dry his hands, Marcel quickly asked about the patient's condition.

"An Nuo had a stomachache at eight o'clock in the morning. She gave birth to a baby boy about two hours ago. Then we found that the bleeding couldn't be stopped at all, so we quickly asked Andy to come to you for help."

After understanding the situation, Marcel continued to give instructions. "Now light the candles, the gentlemen go out, and the women come over with mirrors in hand. Give me the anesthetic needle, Caroline."

The men who were kicked out next could only wait anxiously, hoping that Dr. Marcel would pull Anno back from the hands of death.

An hour or two later, the moon has risen to the branches, and there is finally news.

Marcel stumbled out.

"Doctor, how is my wife?"

Annuo's husband rushed over with the child in his arms and asked.

"It's not bad. The bleeding has stopped. I need to take good care of myself next."

Marcel was met with cheers and, of course, thanks.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Thank you very much."

"It doesn't matter, this is what I should do."

Amidst the thanks, Marcel had a wonderful feeling. It was great to save life from death.

There are many people like Dr. Marcel in Italy, who actively or passively provide basic medical services to remote areas. But no matter what, this is good governance, allowing the vast majority of Italian people to receive basic medical services.