The top stream from the end of the world [entertainment]

Ji Junge began to think seriously. He always remembered that the therapist was treated well, but now it seems that the bottom layer has a different opinion.

"Oh." The doctor suddenly sighed, "Student Ji, you also know the current situation in public hospitals."

Ji Junge: I don't know.

"Public hospitals charge low fees, there are many patients, and the corresponding work is also a lot of hard work, but this is okay." The doctor said, "The problem is that some diseases need the assistance of a therapist to heal, and many therapists have been in public hospitals for several years. Afterwards, they would switch jobs to private hospitals, transform themselves into expert deans, throw knives all over the world, and achieve financial freedom.”

The doctor said, "Actually, I know that therapists have a bright future. Student Ji shouldn't waste his good years in the public hospital. As long as you, as long as you are willing to intern with us for a while longer, it will be fine."

When the doctor mentioned this, how could Ji Junge say nothing? Anyway, he just wanted to find a place to improve his proficiency, and get an internship certificate by the way. If the public hospital is so hard, maybe it is suitable for him!

"Well, I know, I will work hard." Ji Junge said.

The doctor was very happy and said, "Then I will take classmate Ji to change clothes first, and then I will try to let you start working?"

"No problem." Ji Junge nodded, "I will work hard, and please don't hesitate to give me advice."

Ji Junge changed into a white coat and a mask. He looked like a serious young doctor, but his childish face was not lost, and he was not trusted by patients. They would rather go to an older doctor to register for treatment than Ask Ji Junge.

Ji Junge felt a little neglected, but he remembered that when his parents took him to see a doctor when he was a child, he preferred to trust older doctors, especially the folk remedies given by old Chinese medicine doctors.

The therapist leading Ji Junge is a junior therapist, two levels lower than him, but that's the case, people who make appointments have already filled his schedule for the whole year, in addition to local patients, there are also those who come from other places for treatment sick patient.

"Poor." Ji Junge was moved, and felt pity for the patient's pain of going to and from the doctor.

The junior therapist is used to this kind of high-intensity work. He took the time to say to Ji Junge, "If you want to say it is pitiful, we are also very pitiful. From childhood to adulthood, the years of study are longer than ordinary majors, and the education requirements for the position are also higher than ordinary majors. Poor, high work intensity. I have practiced medicine for 30 years, 20 years of experience as a junior therapist, and my optical network appointment registration fee is only 300 yuan, and the follow-up treatment fee does not exceed five figures."

"It's so cheap!" Ji Junge was surprised. 300 yuan is a price for poverty alleviation. The starting price of a junior therapist on the market is five figures. No wonder so many people flock to public hospitals to register.

“But the prices of public hospitals are still too high for them,” said the junior therapist. “The rich people choose private hospitals that charge more. As for the unattainable senior therapist, it can only exist in the big family, and only the big family can afford the cost of the senior therapist."

Ji Junge is smart, and he knows everything. He said, "I understand that public hospitals are already a three-way struggle, and can provide the greatest benefits to the people at the bottom."

"Yes," said the junior therapist, "if I hadn't come from a poor family and earned enough money, I might have jumped ship to a private hospital long ago."

"Then what should they do?" Ji Junge said, "There is no therapist to treat them, and the cost is too high to afford."

Ji Junge knows that as long as he demonstrates his ability as a senior therapist, he can quickly cure a large number of patients, but what about the follow-up patients?After all, it is a temporary solution rather than a permanent cure, and it cannot be completely solved.

"Even so, we're not giving them away," the junior therapist said. "We just need them to line up, wait their turn, and arrange surgery for them."

"Will they wait quietly?"

"Maybe I will find a way to stop the traffic, and I may have an emotional breakdown while waiting, but I will definitely not stop queuing."

Ji Junge understood that there are therapists who can stick to the public hospital and not change for money, and it is the one in front of him. They are all good people, and the parents of doctors don't deserve to be treated like this.

Mu Chen will take back everything that belongs to him, and the king will return. At that time, he hopes to promote medical reform, so that all patients can stay away from pain, and doctors can get the treatment they deserve.

The internship life in the public hospital was much busier than Ji Junge imagined, and the junior therapist gradually entrusted him with some operations.

What Ji Junge encountered at school were all wounds he suffered in battles, but what he encountered in the hospital were all intractable diseases, which were quite difficult to deal with. Fortunately, he is an advanced therapist at heart, so he tried a few more times and groped a few times. , can always stumble and find the key to solve the operation.

The junior therapist looked at Ji Junge strangely. He received a notice saying that Ji Junge was just a freshman who came for an internship, at most an apprentice level, and he couldn't complete a major operation at all.

In many cases, he just asked Ji Junge to think about it. He didn't intend to let him have an operation. That was what he wanted to do, but Ji Junge did it alone.

"Ji Junge, you shouldn't be an apprentice, right?" The junior therapist decided to ask Ji Junge to clarify. Anyway, he is only here for an internship and will leave when the time comes. It doesn't matter to ask.

In fact, he suspected that Ji Junge had elementary strength.

"No." Ji Junge said.

The junior therapist was a little melancholy, "So, you can reach the intermediate level after graduation. Indeed, the hospital limits your development, and you can even meet senior therapists when you go to a big family."

Ji Junge didn't know how to tell him. In fact, he was a senior therapist, and he was also a senior therapist with a part-time assault job.

But if you say it, it will hit him.Ji Junge kindly decided not to tell him this fact.

But for some reason, the news that Ji Junge had elementary strength to practice in a public hospital spread quickly, and a group of unexpected guests arrived.

"I'd rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. What's the point of being an ordinary mid-level therapist in a big family? Why don't you come to our hospital and promise to give you a branch director!" .

"I'm sorry, I'm still doing an internship here for the time being, and I don't plan to go to your hospital." Ji Junge didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said in the academy that he was a senior, and the big families asked about the situation very politely and respected his opinion. Why is there a private hospital? Knowing that he is a junior, they staged a martial arts act to take him away forcibly?

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the junior therapist came out to smooth things over, "Student Ji, you are just starting your internship, why don't you go to their place for a few days to investigate, so as not to hurt your friendship, the therapist finally takes treating patients as his own responsibility."

Ji Junge nodded. He also wanted to see what the private hospital was like. Unless he had the resources, how could these people stop him, a senior therapist.

……

Ye Wen came to the hospital to help again.

Dr. Li felt a lot of pressure, "There are so many doctors in the hospital, why do you only stare at me? Is it because I am special and worthy of your study?"

"No," Ye Wen smiled slightly, "It's because you have very little hair."

Dr. Li: "Grass (eye sockets are moist)!"

Ye Wen: "I brought a gift box for you."

Dr. Li: "I forgive you."

Men's love and hate come and go quickly.

Ye Wen took out the gift box, and Dr. Li's eyes suddenly turned strange. Although this is a very high-end gift box, no matter how high-end it is, it can't hide the fact that it is a Bawang gift box!

Dr. Li: I'm so mad!

Ye Wen introduced it to Dr. Li, "This is what I found after searching for a long time. It is a music gift box that can sing, and it is a six-piece set that prevents the overlord from taking off!"

Dr. Li frowned, "That's all for the overlord, why is there a gourd baby printed on this box?"

"Because this is a limited edition gift box jointly launched with Shangmei." Ye Wen said proudly.

Dr. Li really didn't know what to be proud of. He held back his complaints. Such a big box of Overlord was Ye Wen's wish. He didn't have time for hair transplantation, so using Overlord to prevent hair loss could be a way.

Dr. Li: That's the only way, tears in my eyes.

Dr. Li opened the box and saw six bottles of Bawang lying inside, wondering, "Aren't there seven gourd babies?"

"But Liu Wa can be invisible." Ye Wen said.

Dr. Li: It was raining apricot blossoms that year, after all, it was a wrong payment!

Dr. Li took the Overlord gift box presented by Ye Wen, saying that he was going back to the office and put it down first.

Ye Wen nodded and stayed to make rounds instead of Dr. Li. Although he is not a doctor, he still has eyesight. He can see clearly who is sick and who is recuperating, and the work is going smoothly.

Dr. Li returned to the office with a gift box, met a colleague jokingly saying that he finally paid attention to his hair, inevitably his body stiffened, and his affection for Ye Wen was -1-1-1

Ye Wen: Why do you have to blame me for what your colleague said!

Dr. Li: It's a gift box from you.

Ye Wen: But you are the one who received the gift box.

Dr. Li: I don't care.

A nurse rushed over, "Dr. Zhang said just now that there was an error in the data system of the laboratory test form just now. After the correction, this number has reached a dangerous value!"

Dr. Li immediately threw the Bawang gift box aside, "Where's the patient?"

The nurse said, "After getting the passing value, I am happily going through the discharge procedures."

"No, call him back, an operation must be performed." Dr. Li made a prompt decision.

Ye Wen saw a person exuding a "dangerous" aura who was accompanied by other people, chatting and laughing to go through the discharge procedures, and talked about what kind of dinner he would eat later to celebrate his discharge from the hospital.

Ye Wen was surprised that most people heard the doctor say that they can eat whatever they want after returning home, and they are already so sad that they can’t eat anything, and the death letter is engraved on him, yet he can still be so happy. He seems to be an optimistic person. Not bad, really good.

Just as Ye Wen was about to check other places, he stopped when he heard this critically ill patient say that he was finally cured and would be discharged from the hospital, feeling that something was going to happen.

Hospitals tell patients that they can eat whatever they want, and it will only make them sad, but if they tell patients that you are fine and leave the hospital, and you die in the end, the nature of this is bad.

Thinking of this, Ye Wen grabbed the patient and said, "You can't leave yet, you follow me to see Dr. Li."

Dr. Li was about to go out with the nurse to find the patient who was accidentally released, but Ye Wen came with the master.

When Ye Wen entered the door and saw the Bawang gift box on the ground, he wept, "That year the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, after all, I paid by mistake."

Dr. Li felt the murderous gazes from several girls on his body, and wailed in his heart, "Yaoshou, I'm already married."

"Thank you anyway." After Dr. Li finished speaking, he dragged the patient and pushed him into the operating room, looking as if he had fled in despair.